Page 48 of Only for the Week
“Make me proud, Rome,” I tease as I grab the base of his dick with the ice still in my hand, massaging what doesn’t fit in my mouth.
He stomps his foot in approval, no longer bothering with words but his body tells me everything I need to know.
I alternate between sucking his balls into my mouth and massaging them with the ice, never letting Rome get comfortable with the sensation.
“J, I’m gonna come,” his warning comes through clenched teeth.
I take him to the base of my throat, not wanting to waste a single drop, and when his release coats my tongue I show him the evidence of what I did to him before I swallow it down.
He huffs out a harsh breath, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. “Now, that’s a thank-you I would accept from you any day.”
He bends down to scoop me up, and so begins the cycle of properly thanking each other.
“Shit, what time is it?” I ask, checking my phone to see it’s three a.m. We fell asleep tangled up in each other but the reminder of our impending doom jolts me awake.
“You got somewhere to be?”
“No, but I meant to give you your gift.”
He wiggles his eyebrows at the mention of a gift. “You gotta give me ten more minutes for another gift or thank-you, you took me out that last round.”
“Shut your ass up.” I shimmy from under his hold to grab the clay turtles from my bag. I climb back under the covers and present them to him with a bright smile.
“Oh wow, that’s so cool. It’s me and you,” he says, awestruck.
“That’s what I thought.”
He moves a rogue braid that fell across my eyelid. “And they’re together.”
“They could be mating. Then it really would be us,” I laugh.
“Thank you, J. I appreciate this.”
“You’re welcome. I wanted to get you something to tell you how much the past week meant to me. I thought this would be a great goodbye gift.”
He sits up in alarm, the bedsheet falling off his naked torso. “Goodbye gift?”
“Yeah. Today is officially wedding week.”
He laughs though his face remains unsmiling. “Right.”
“Rome. We said one week.”
“No, you said that.”
“You agreed!”
“Because it was that or nothing! I’m man enough to admit I made a mistake. I shouldn’t have agreed to one week when I really wanted two.”
“It’s just not possible.”
He huffs. “Of course it is. You’re just too scared to go for it.”
The truth of that draws the line in the sand between us. I’m too scared and he’s not scared enough so there’s nowhere else for us to go.
He waits for me to say something, anything, but I don’t have anything to give. Nothing I say in this moment would change where we are. If we stand any chance of not damaging all the wonderful memories we made together this week, the best thing I can do is stay silent.
Realizing I’m not going to be the one to break the silence, he gets up from the bed and starts putting his clothes on.
