Page 103 of Covenant

Matthias snorts. “The truth is you suck it because you like it. But, just think about it, okay? It’s not the same without you there.”

“Okay. I will. But I can keep myself busy in the garden. And Jackson will be out of rehab soon too, so I’ll have that.”

“You’ll have me too, Wy. I won’t be working all the time, and I’ll make sure I have time for you. I get a year. I’m going to make it worth it.”

I hold my breath at that admission, my hand moving up to his chin, dragging his mouth to mine. I kiss him until his lips are puffy and red.

I press my nose to his and exhale slowly. “I’m sorry I said that about the marriage being over in a year. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I know. You were just reminding me. It’s something I need to remember. What we both have at stake and why this is important.”

I pause for far too long, thinking of Jackson and of what happened the last time I trusted Matthias fully. “Yeah.”

He nuzzles into my neck and his hand moves up to my heart. “I never sleep as well as I do with you.”

I don’t know what to make of those words, and as if to prove his point, moments later he’s asleep. I, on the other hand, stay awake far too long, thinking about how to come out of this marriage on the other side. Intact and unbroken.

23

WYATT

I half-expected our return home to also return us to how we were pre-honeymoon. For Matthias to withdraw into his work. To sleep away from me. To pretend I didn’t exist. The negative part of my brain refused to acknowledge that it would be different, that maybe, just for a little while, we could be happy. That this doesn’t have to be several months of torture while we’re stuck in this marriage together. That we can work together to make this easy, or even pleasurable.

Really pleasurable.

Thoughts of Matthias on his knees, begging for it while I take him from behind filtered through my mind as I waited on pins and needles for us to return to the way we were. For Matthias to pull away. For my defenses to go up. For our insane chemistry to disappear now that we’d returned to the real world.

I’d never been so happy to be proven wrong.

A month later, and everything is better than I could’ve hoped. We exist in a bubble where little interrupts us. Sure, Matthias has to leave me every day to go to work and I’m left to wander the expansive house, working on my garden and conversing with Corbin. It’s fine. Matthias and I can’t spend all our time exploring each other’s bodies.

But we make up for it at night. I don’t remember the last time either of us got more than a few hours of rest. It’s like we’re making up for lost time. All those years…wasted, when we could have been together. Maybe if I’d kissed him as a teenager, I never would have ended up losing him.

The look in Matthias’s eyes as I press my lips to his, the sounds he makes…

Maybe this desperation we feel for one another is a way to hoard memories for when this inevitably ends—when we have to walk away from each other. I don’t know about Matt, but I’ve become a man obsessed. I want to soak up as much of him as I can.

Because, in a few months’ time, I’ll be alone at night again. I won’t have Matthias to keep me warm.

Just the memories of him.

The bags under Matthias’s eyes aren’t dissipating either. I’m not sure how he’s functioning on so little sleep. At least I can nap during the day. If I wasn’t able to do that, I’d be on my knees otherwise.

I end up on them most nights anyway, but not because of exhaustion. Apparently I’ve developed quite the addiction to sucking Matt’s cock.

No, that’s not entirely right. It’s more the sense of power that I’m addicted to. Looking up at him from my knees, the rush that follows when I see his head thrown back. The veins in his neck bulging, his full lips parting on my name. My hands cupping his ass, forcing him deeper before he’s ready. The way he cries out at the way I take him.

How he trembles when he falls apart.

That’s my addiction.

Without discussing it, almost as if we were made for this, we’ve fallen into a routine. Every morning, Matt sets his alarm an hour earlier than he needs to be up. That started happening after he was late to work three days in a row. It’s his fault really. His ass is delicious. The way I woke him up by entering him slowly was one for the books.

That third day he wassolate because his mouth had been stretched around my cock, and unfortunately, his brother Samson had barged in to see what’d been keeping him so long.

I wasn’t sure who was more horrified—me or Samson. That wasn’t the emotion Matthias had demonstrated. That’d been pure anger. The dagger came out from under his pillow and everything. He stalked up to his brother and held the pointy end up to his throat.

“Don’t interrupt my time with him.”

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