Page 53 of Forgotten Dreams

“You were right.” I hold on to his sides as he moves into me faster. “You were so right.” I bite his jaw, and ten minutes later, I’ve come five times, and he’s just come on me again.

“You know that I shower, right,” I deadpan once he’s rubbed it into me, “and it gets washed away?”

“Yeah”—he gets out of the bed, and his cock is hanging sideways, still at half-mast—“but until then, you have my mark on you.”

I shake my head, getting out of bed with him. “That makes no sense.”

“To you because you aren’t a guy, you don’t get it.” He slaps my ass as we make it to the bathroom, where I open the shower door before starting the water, then closing it.

“Men are weird,” I mumble, watching him lean against the counter and fold his arms over his chest and cross his feet at the ankle. “Women don’t do any of this.”

He laughs. “You forget, I grew up with two sisters.” He mentions his sisters as I open the shower door again and check the water to see if the temperature is right, before stepping in. “You guys might not leave marks, but they’re always there.”

“Like how?” I turn and let the water cascade around my back.

“Showing up by accident where we are,” he relays, and I roll my eyes.

“That’s called stalking”—I point at him—“and I have never done that.”

“But you would with me.” He pushes off from the counter and comes to the shower. “Although, you wouldn’t really have to because if I’m out, you’re with me.”

“Not if it’s boys’ night.” He steps in, and I move out of the way so he can get some water on him.

“What if I want you there?” he asks softly. “Not the whole time, but what if it’s boys’ night, and I wanted you to come by and see me, would you?”

“Probably not,” I reply, even though my head screams yes at the same time I say the words.

“But if you did, you would come in and kiss me, wouldn’t you?” He grabs the loofah from the hook that is hanging and puts shower gel on it. “So everyone would know I’m yours.”

“I could not kiss you and then you would be free for the pickings,” I joke with him, earning me a glare, “and so would I.”

“Trust me”—he stands in front of me—“everyone is going to know you’re mine.”

“Relax, there’s no need to duel at dawn for me,” I joke with him, making him laugh. He washes me down and I wash his back before sliding into bed naked.

I wake up when his alarm rings, my eyes fluttering open as he reaches over and turns it off. “What time is it?” I ask from my side of the bed.

“Seven thirty.” He tosses the cover off himself and I turn on my back, stretching as I watch his ass walk to the bathroom.

“Can I wear a robe to go downstairs and make coffee, or do you want me to do that naked?” I ask him, and he glares at me over his shoulder, the sleep still in his eyes. “I’m just asking, I don’t know the rules.”

I get up and grab a robe from my office chair before walking downstairs to the kitchen and starting the coffee. Ten minutes later, he’s walking down the steps dressed in his clothes from yesterday as I take the milk out of the fridge.

“Do you want some breakfast?” I ask, and he grabs the cup of coffee I hand him, shaking his head and taking a sip. “Aren’t you going to be hungry?”

“I’ll be okay until lunch,” he assures me at the same time as the front door opens, and we both look over to see Theo walking in.

“Well, well, well.” He looks from me to Caleb. “I see the date is still going strong.”

I can’t help but laugh, grabbing my own cup of coffee and bringing it to my lips. “Do you want coffee?” I ask Theo.

Caleb snaps out, “No,” taking another sip of his coffee. “You make coffee for me and me only. He can make coffee for himself if he wants coffee.”

“That’s rude,” Theo says. “What if I wanted her to make me coffee?”

“She can’t make you coffee. She’s already making me coffee,” Caleb grumbles, and I gasp.

“Oh my God, is this some sort of ‘you can’t touch her she’s mine’ talk?” I ask, making them both laugh.

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