Page 28 of Lost Touch
Chapter 9
Your Cock Happened!
Drew stirred at last, tugging gently on my wrist to remove my hand from his softening cock. He set my hand on my leg, and then after a moment he let go—slowly, as if he didn’t quite want to.
I realized then that I hadn’t even looked to see if he’d…knotted? I wasn’t sure about the terminology. Turning my head just enough to peek, I opened my eyes. No, his cock looked exactly the same. Huh. Had my hand job not been good enough?
“No knot,” I said without thinking.
Drew went rigid under me again, all his muscles tensing.
“No knot,” he repeated slowly. “Were you expecting one? Ash, look at me.”
Oh, God. I couldn’t possibly look him in the eye and talk about his cock, could I?
Apparently I had to, because Drew carefully took my chin in his fingers and tipped my head up.
His eyes had lost their glow—and they’d lost that crazed look they’d had, too. He seemed to be mostly himself again, even if his flushed cheeks contrasted oddly with his too-serious expression.
“Ash?”
I licked my lips, feeling horribly, sink-through-the-floor-and-escape shy. Drew’s eyes flicked down and then back up. And held mine. He wasn’t going to let this go.
Shit.
“I did some research? Um, once I figured out that you’d had the safe search on that laptop. Which, I mean, did you think I was going to look at porn or something? I’m amnesiac, not a child—”
“Ash!”
I stuttered and blinked into silence.
“Research?” Drew went on, in a tone of voice I couldn’t interpret at all. “You did research on my dick? This wasn’t—you planned this. You were planning to do this.”
And why oh why couldn’t the amnesia have hitafterI had to answer the question,You did research on my dick?
“Yeah,” I breathed. “I was—Drew, you can’t go out and get laid. Your family would kill me if they found out we’re not actually mated. Literally. And you’ve taken care of me. It was my turn to take care of you, okay?”
“Your turn to take care of me,” he repeated, still in that weird tone. “Ash, I—you shouldn’t have had to do this. You never should’ve felt like this was something you had to do to keep yourself safe. From them, or from me.”
Embarrassment fled, replaced by the burning need to make him understand. Because I could tell he’d started on the outer ring of a total shame spiral, and he’d be circling the center any second now.
“I didn’t, I wasn’t—Drew. I wanted to.” I stared into those dark, gorgeous eyes and willed him to believe me. “Iwantedto. I thought about it while you were out last night. I was planning to offer when you came back. Talk about it. A friendly hand job isn’t a big deal for me.” Only it was, and it hadn’t felt friendly, exactly, not with me sprawled across Drew’s lap and his arm wrapped around me. Moving on, shit. “But you know. Things happened,” I finished in a rush.
“Things.”
“Are you going to repeat every goddamn thing I say? Yes. Things. Your cock, okay? Your cock happened!”
Drew stared at me open-mouthed, his eyes gone impossibly wide. “My—” he choked out. “My cock—happened—” And then his chest started to shake, and he turned bright red, and he lost it, laughing so hard he nearly launched me off his lap. “I’m sorry,” he gasped. “I’m so fucking sorry—”
I collapsed against him, putting my face back in his shoulder, because it felt so warm and he smelled so good, giggles welling up irrepressibly until I was howling along with him.
It took a while, but finally, once my eyes were watering and my cheeks were on fire, it subsided. Drew wheezed, I hiccupped, and we both slumped into the chair, spent in more ways than one.
He’d put both arms around me to keep me from falling off, and I’d ended up curled into him, head resting comfortably, my own arms tucked against his chest.
Not for the first time, I wished I could know what it would be like to be with Drew with all of my senses fully engaged. I’d had that thought more than once as we lay in bed together. Would I feel something more than simple coziness?
Snuggled down in his lap like this, I knew I’d have felt more than the limp relaxation that came from letting go of too much tension all at once. Iknewit.
