Page 10 of Catching Him

For a second, Oakley swore Eric knew everything. His outrage was too genuine to be hypothetical, but there was no way. Unfortunately, this discussion was completely theoretical. Eric would feel differently when he learned the truth. Still, for now, he was at Oakley’s side. He appreciated it more than words could say.

“You’re perfect.”

“No.” Eric shook his head. He looked serious. “Not even in the slightest, but I love being your husband. I’d rather be with you than be anywhere at all. You’re not getting rid of me.”

Oakley’s throat swelled. He couldn’t respond, even if he had any words. All Oakley had was actions. He pulled Eric closer and skimmed his lips across Eric’s mouth. Oakley did it again until Eric took charge and claimed his mouth. Oakley shoved, taking Eric down on the bed. Eric laughed as Oakley tore at the front ofhis jeans. Oakley had to taste him. He loved his husband’s flavor. In no time, he had Eric’s cock in his mouth.

“Shit.”

Oakley wanted to pat himself on the back for the surprised wonder in Eric’s voice. He put his heart and soul into sucking Eric’s dick.

Eric tugged at his shirt. “Let me have them clothes. Flip around here. I want to get you off.”

Oakley ignored him and doubled his efforts. This was about Eric. Oakley wasn’t useless yet. He could still make Eric fly. The desperate sounds Eric made, and the way he fought to fuck Oakley’s mouth, were like crack. Oakley never wanted to stop. He was fully addicted. When a shout rent the air and cum filled his mouth, tears welled in Oakley’s eyes. He swallowed before burying his face against Eric’s stomach. Oakley wanted to rage against life, screaming how unfair everything was. But Oakley saw Eric for the blessing he was, and this bullshit was no one’s fault. He just wished—for once—he would get to keep someone who loved him. Oakley was tired as hell of being alone in the world. Just the one time, he needed more.

Chapter Seven

Kicked back on thecouch with Eric’s head in his lap while watching a movie was Oakley’s happy place. He was completely at peace. His hands trembled a bit tonight, but he kept them busy, running his fingers through Eric’s hair.

“You’re putting me to sleep.”

Eric’s groggy voice made him smile. “That’s okay.”

Eric rolled and stared up at Oakley. “Do you want to move to the bedroom and finish the movie in there? That way, we can cuddle, and if I fall asleep, then I’m already in bed.”

“Sure.” Oakley loved the cuddling suggestion. “I just need a quick shower.”

With a nod, Eric rolled from the couch. Oakley pushed the button to lower the footrest. His leg felt stiff, but the slow movement gave him time to adjust. It hurt like hell when he pushed to his feet. He didn’t do a good job of hiding his wince or the stumble that followed.

Eric’s arm shot out, steadying him. The concern etched on his face made Oakley feel sick. “Are you okay?”

Oakley worked up a fake smile. “Yeah. I guess I didn’t realize how hard I went during this morning’s workout.” He tried to laugh it off. If Eric believed, Oakley would never know. Eric had looked away before Oakley got a read on him.

“Okay.” Eric headed for the bedroom like nothing happened.

Oakley bit back a sigh of relief and followed. He fought not to limp. Tonight was bad. It was a good thing he had a doctor’s appointment tomorrow.

While Eric turned back the covers and turned on the TV, Oakley headed for the safety of the bathroom. He needed to get out of sight. Hopefully, the hot water would loosen up his body. Oakley stood under the scalding water for much longer than usual. He even turned on the steam feature he never used. It was hard as hell, keeping Eric in the dark. He didn’t know how long he could. Eric wasn’t dumb. Eventually, he would have questions.

Oakley reluctantly turned off the water. He had already spent a suspiciously long time in the bathroom. He didn’t want Eric to worry. Of course, it was equally possible Eric had already gone to sleep. Cold air washed over Oakley’s overheated skin when he stepped from the shower. His leg immediately locked, knocking him off balance. He was too wet to catch himself on anything and smacked face down on the bathroom floor. It hurt. Every inch of the front side of his body had taken the full impact.

To his horror, the bathroom door flew open. “Holy shit, Oakley.”

“I’m okay.”

Eric looked ready to call an ambulance as he pulled Oakley to his feet. He shuffled him back into the shower to the bench inside. “Sit. Fuck. Are you hurt?”

A nervous chuckle escaped Oakley. “Just my pride.” Truthfully, everything hurt. Bruises were already forming.

Eric turned on the water again, obviously uncaring of the shorts he still wore. He grabbed the body wash. “Come on. I know if I found myself on the bathroom floor, I’d definitely want a shower repeat. No matter how clean the floor is.”

Oakley sat there, feeling like an idiot while Eric washed him, soaking his shorts and looking scared as hell. He felt like shit. Truthfully, he felt like crying. His mood turned black so fast, there was no stopping it. “I’m sorry.”

Eric’s gaze shot to his face. “Why are you sorry?”

Defeat fell heavily on Oakley’s shoulders. “For making you take care of me. You shouldn’t have to be doing this. I can do it myself.”

A bright smile lit Eric’s face. “This is my job, remember? It’s what I signed on for when we got married. Plus, it’s not like I mind getting to touch your sexy body.”

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