Page 19 of Glitter

“That, my dear angel, is Sir Cattus getting his zoomies out.” Henry shook his head, exasperated. “Every damn morning around this time.”

More wild scrabbling sounded before Sir Cattus reappeared, his claws trying desperately to dig into the timber floorboards as he ran down the hallway. He circled the room again, twice this time, before dashing back to where he’d come from. A moment later, another thud sounded.

“Andthatis him running sideways into the wall at the end of the corridor.”

I burst out laughing. “What? Why?”

Henry shrugged as Sir Cattus appeared for a third time. “Who knows? I think he does it to wake me up, but he obviously still does it when I’m up and about at this time of night.” We both watched him vanish and then waited for the inevitable thud. We didn’t have to wait long.

“It doesn’t hurt him, right?” I asked, feeling like I had to at least make sure, even though I was laughing at how absurd it was.

“I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t keep doing it if it did.”

Sir Cattus came roaring out of the corridor yet again, this time jumping onto the back of the sofa and zooming behind us before making a flying leap onto the wall, using it to parkour back to the coffee table before bounding through the legs of the dining table chairs like they were his own personal obstacle course.

“Uh, we should probably move,” Henry said, pulling away from me. “If we don’t, he’ll use us as human springboards.” He got up, and even though his soft cock was still out of his boxers, he held his hand out to me. Another thud echoed from down the hall. “And trust me, his claws are damn sharp.”

My eyes widened, and I looked down at my own cock sitting perilously free of my pants. A vision of Sir Cattus using my dick as a launching pad with knife-like claws spearing through the sensitive skin filled me with abject horror. “Oh, fuck.”

Too quickly, the now-familiar scrabbling sounds appeared, and I took Henry’s hand and jumped off the sofa, my other handimmediately moving to cover my now thoroughly terrified dick lest any random talons would suddenly appear to impale it.

He laughed. “Come on, angel. We’ll be safe in my room.” His laughter slowly died as his eyes gradually filled with heat. “Let me take care of you.”

My own eyes hooded as I swallowed hard at his implication, easily letting him lead me away from a zooming Sir Cattus and towards his bedroom. I was starting to wonder what my life would be like if Henry could take care of me like this for more than just tonight.

And I was worried that I might want it more than I could admit to myself.

Chapter Seven

Henry

I’djusthadsexwith Blue.

The man I’d been lusting over for almost a year was currently in my home, we’d got each other off,andhe’d voluntarily followed me back to my bedroom.

Had I died and gone to heaven?

Immediately behind us, a typical Sir Cattus thump was enough to break me free from my almost overwhelming thoughts. I stood to the side of my bedroom door and motioned for Blue to follow me.

With an enigmatic smile, he ventured in, stopping just clear of the door to allow me to close it and stop Sir Cattus from bothering us. Well, at least until the morning when Sir Cattus would sit on the other side of the door and yowl like he was being murdered even though he had all the food and water he could possibly need.

I stepped up behind Blue, nosing at the spot where his neck met his shoulder, and wrapped my hands around his waist toplay with the lower buttons on his shirt. “I feel like you might be a tad overdressed.”

A low chuckle reverberated through him as his head fell back and to the side before the chuckle morphed into a sigh. His hands held mine, not moving them away from him, rather drawing me closer to him from behind. “You might be right.”

I was getting the distinct impression that Blue was a snuggle slut, which amplified the protective feelings I had towards him. Had my angel been starved of physical affection in the past? If he needed it, there wouldn’t be a force in the world that could hold me back from giving him what he needed.

It had been years since my last relationship had fallen apart. I desperately missed caring for someone. I missed holding them close to me while we spent time together either reading or watching TV, missed helping them sort out any problems that they might be facing, missed the peace that descended only when you were spending time with the one you loved.

It was far too early to determine whether Blue would be suited to what previous partners had called mysuffocating protective urges, but I had a hope that he would see what those others couldn’t—all I wanted was to make sure those that I cared for were loved and looked after. That sentiment had fallen flat with them, but there was something about Blue that made me feel like he might be the exception, like hewantedto be worshipped and adored.

I nuzzled him some more, breathing him in until my lungs felt full to bursting with whatever scent he favored. There was a hint of lemon that still lingered, fighting the remnants of the tomato and spice from both lasagnas that we’d eaten earlier. I wondered what he would smell like in the morning, pleased beyond imagining that I would get the chance to find out.

Dragging my fingers up his torso only to hear a soft exhale, I hesitantly broached the subject that tended to put off everysingle one of my previous partners. “I know that I probably don’t look it, but I’m vers.”

Blue tensed for a fraction of a second before he melted against me. “Oh, thank fuck.”

I pressed my surprised grin at his exclamation into his shoulder as utter relief swept through me.

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