Page 51 of Run to Me
“Doesn’t matter to me. You can go. I need to make a phone call real quick.”
“Yeah, alright.” I head up the stairs, hating the devastated sound in his voice. Was it the mention of Glen coming to visit too? He is his fiancé. Why wouldn’t he want the love of his life with him when he travels? Glen being there would guarantee I wouldn’t cross the line. Having him there would mean spending less time alone with Nate, because it wouldn’t take long to be alone with him for me to fold.
Steam wraps around me as I turn the water on hot and slide the glass door open more. Shedding my clothes, I graba washcloth from the drawer, and step into the tub. A shiver comes over me from the cool air following me from outside the shower, and I rush under the welcoming stream, lifting my face under the soft pressure.
A whoosh of cool air sweeps behind me and I freeze when the door closes. I don’t recall it opening—I must’ve been too lost in how relaxed my body felt under the water. Soft footsteps move closer behind me and a hand settles on my hip.
“I thought we could save on water.” Reaching around me, he grabs the wash rag from my hand and squirts soap onto it. With a steady hand he runs the rough material down my back and along my hip. My breaths are loud and heavy and I watch his every move as he slowly gets me clean.
I can’t move anything other than my eyes, my lips sticking together when I try to speak. My cock stiffens when the towel runs over the base, swelling at the tip.
His breathing picks up too, hands shaking now as he runs his hand up and down in agonizing motions.
A moan cuts past my lips, slightly breaking them apart, but the space is too small for words to get through. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth, throat dry as he moves to my balls. He presses hard, his fingers touching parts of my skin between the towel.
“We did a good thing today, don’t you think? Saving on water? Washing the extra dishes I left behind this morning when I was running late for work? We both deserve a reward.”
It’s been so long since I’ve had a reward like this. Usually it’s the satisfaction I get from drawing out the pain of bad men—hearing their screams over a course of days and seeing how much I can make them bleed without killing them. I’ve missed his rewards. I’ve missed returning the favor too, and making a game of who can make who feel better. It was always a fucking tie.
His fingers wrap around my cock and he turns my body around, pushing me to the wall. Licking at my mouth, he closes the distance between us and rocks his cock over mine. Our moans overlap and he increases the thrusts of his hips, clasping his fingers around us both, squeezing at both of our bases.
“Nate,” I warn.
“I’ll stop messaging you after you leave Monday morning. I won’t try to visit you or invite you to my wedding. I won’t ask you to come back here or be a part of any more important moments. I’ll marry Glen and learn to love him. But you have to do something for me first.”
“What’s that?” I gasp as the perfect amount of friction burns between us, creating delicious tingles along my skin. Each brush sets my skin alive and it’s hard to focus on his words. I almost think he’s doing it on purpose. Choosing the most inconvenient time to make a compromise.
“Give me what we had before you left . . . for the next two days. I want the chance to say goodbye properly. I didn’t get to last time. It was taken from us. Can you give me that?”
“I . . . You’ll really be okay with me never coming back? You’ll really give me up and try to live your life without me?”
“Yes. But only if you agree to my deal. Only if you can treat me like nothing has changed for the remaining time you’re here.”
“I can do that, and when we say goodbye, that’s it. You go on and live your life with your wonderful fiancé, while I return to the farm.” Without you. My stomach plummets. He says he can do it and sounds so damn sure. He’s giving me what I want. Only, it’s not really what I want but what’s best for him. This is for him, I tell myself again.For him.
“Okay.”
I look deeper into his eyes, getting closer to my orgasm as I chase my waves of pleasure. “You’ll really be able to hold yourend of the bargain? No more text messages? Not even if you get the slightest urge to tell me what you’re thinking?”
“Yeah. I’ll get a journal.”
I laugh, tilting his head back and wrapping my fingers around his slender neck as I crash my lips to his. And this right here is for me.
“Come for me, baby.”
Nate let’s go on a cry and I shoot my cum between us right after him, moaning into his hot mouth. His eyes roll into the back of his head, legs wobbling, and I wrap my arms around his waist to steady him on his feet.
“Ready to distract me on the way to the theater?”
“Yes, and I’m ready for you to kiss me in the row instead of me hiding in your shoulder during the scary scenes.”
“I can do that.”
I get him clean and we rinse off under the water before stepping onto the cold tile. Waiting for me on the small rug, he holds his arms down at his sides while I wrap a large towel around him. I kiss him again and we dress in clean clothes, constantly touching on our way to the car.
He’s right, we do deserve a better goodbye than what we got. And this time we’ll get it, because this is something I know I must do for us.
Twenty-Four
