Page 43 of The Marriage Policy

Ican’t believethis is happening.

This really is happening, right? I didn’t fall and hit my head or something? I’m not bleeding out on the floor while having a confusing vision of walking with Eric to my room so he can jerk me off?

“Pinch me.”

“Huh?” Eric’s forehead wrinkles. “Are you into that?”

“No. I don’t mean with the sex. Never mind.”

“You can’t possibly tell me one of your kinks and then change your mind.”

I roll my eyes, but of course, I’m smiling. How can I not be smiling when it comes to anything Eric says. “I meant pinch me to prove I don’t have a head injury and this is some kind of dream.”

“Whoa. You dream about me?” We turn into my room.

“I don’t—”

“That’s hot,” he says at the same time as me trying to deny it.

“It is?” This is all coming so out of left field, I don’t know what to think.

“Yeah. Who knew. I’m figuring out all sorts of things about myself.” As though he doesn’t have any nerves at all, Eric leans his crutches against the wall and plops down on my bed. He immediately starts to take off his shoe.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I have to ask.

“Yes. Absolutely. Areyousure? Because if you’re not, we can—”

“I’m sure.” Too sure. But then, people do shit like this every day. It’s not as if we’re the first best friends to ever mess around.

I sit beside him while he takes off his shirt. He’s all in with this and doesn’t seem to be second-guessing himself. I take off my shoes while Eric leans back and tugs down his shorts and underwear, and yep, there’s his dick. He wasn’t lying about getting hard. He’s long and thick. His pale cock flushed, balls full, the rough hair at his groin the same blond that’s on his head. Maybe a little darker.

“You’re staring.”

“Is that against the rules?” I turn away.

“What? No. I’m proud of my cock, so I can’t blame you for looking.” He pumps his brows.

“Oh my God. I hate you.” I swat his leg, but his words ease my worry. He’s being the same Eric I’ve always known. This is just us. A different facet of us but us all the same.

“You’re not taking your clothes off, D.”

“I’m going, I’m going.” I take my shirt off while he finishes kicking out of his bottoms, then wraps a hand around his dick. I watch but try not to stop moving because my cock is throbbing and I’m ready to get this show on the road too.

I move to take off my shorts, but he says, “Wait.”

I freeze. “Change your mind?”

“Nope. Will you stand in front of me when you do it?”

“What?”

“I’m not asking for a striptease. I just want a good angle. This is my first time, D. I’m gonna want to do some exploring.”

My dick aches. Clearly, it likes the idea. “Fine. But seriously, tell me if you’re not into it. If you change your mind or have any doubts at all, tell me.”

“Yes. No problem, but I won’t.”

I stand up in front of him, with about four feet between us.

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