Page 58 of Make Me Bleed
It reminds me of his bedroom back home, and it brings a surprising jolt of comfort to my insides. One that warms me enough, it has me taking a few steps towards the bed.
“Can I sit?”
He rolls his eyes as he takes off his socks and swings one around. “How else do you plan on sleeping?”
“Oh, shit. Sleep sounds so good,” I groan as I drop onto the bed. It’s soft and comfortable as it molds to me, and I want to sleep so bad, but having Peris next to me makes my skin feel like a livewire, so I’m not sure Ican.
“Well, come on, runt.” Peris has moved up the bed and is crawling under the covers, and I frown in disappointment for not being able to see his naked body before it disappeared beneath more cloth. Peris smirks, like he knows exactly what I’m thinking—and he probably does, the prick.
“You’ve already seen me,” he says so casually. “So, get your ass undressed and get under here. I’m tired.” And with that,he flops back and extends his arm,invitingme to lay next to him, and I think my heart gets caught somewhere in my throat because I can’t breathe, and I can’t move, andfuck.
Peris must sense my foggy dilemma because he leans up on his elbows and takes over. “Abel, take your shirt off.”
My hands reach for the hem and pull it over my head.
“Good. Now your belts.”
I fumble with them for a minute, trying to get both unlatched, but when they clatter to the floor, my jeans slip down my waist, exposing my cum-covered panties. Peris eyes me hungrily, and I feel like I’m being devoured. I stand there while he stares at me, clad in nothing but a black, lace thong.
“Yeah. Leave that on and come here,” he demands, and I swallow but nod as I step out of my jeans and make my way to the end of the bed. I crawl up into it and sit beside him, where he’s pulled the blankets back and exposed himself to me as well.
His stomach muscles are ripped, abs clearly defined and lined in tattoos. I reach out and run a blunt nail down the ridges of his ribs before Peris snatches my hand away and yanks me down next to him.
“No touching,” he snaps, and I swallow, blinking up at him. My mouth is still so dry, but in this moment, I don’t really care all that much.
Because I’m here with him. In his arms again when I never thought I would be…could be.And maybe this is all just some drunken dream, but it’s the best damn dream I’ve ever had.
“Just get some sleep, runt.”
And with his demand, I let my heavy lids fall closed and allow the darkness to wash me away, Peris still at my side.
The sun peaksin through the gaps in the curtains, and I roll away with a groan—right into a hard, warm body. I freeze, every muscle stiffening as I listen to the sound of their heart against my ear.
I flex my fingers subtly, feeling hard muscle beneath and minimal hair. That makes my brows furrow. Most of my clients are hairy. I spread my fingers wider, getting a better feel, and the body beneath my cheek rumbles with a deep laugh.
“It’s so weird to be on the other side of this,” he mumbles against the top of my head, right into my hair, and all my trepidation seeps from my body. I melt easily into Peris, uncaring in the moment how pathetic it probably seems. I just…
I just don’t care.
“What do you mean?” I croak, using my voice for the first time and wincing at how shitty I sound.
Fingers tug on the ends of my hair near the base of my neck. Peris’s other arm is wrapped around my ribs, his fingers idly tracing them as he speaks.
“Nothing that matters.”
“Matters to me,” I mumble into his chest, lips brushing his skin with each word. His heartrate kicks up, and I feel myself smile, knowing I still affect him in such a way.
“Believe it or not, Abel, but what matters to you doesn’t have any effect on me anymore.”
“Ouch,” I mutter, pulling away from him. He lets me roll off to the side with a sigh. Peris runs his fingers through his wild,wavy hair. It sticks up on all ends, and I find it endearing. The bastard.
“What am I doing here?” I ask dryly, hating how pathetic I sound. It’s too early in the morning for this conversation, but I’m painfully fucking sober now, if not slightly hungover, and I’mbitchy,and Peris fucking asked for it.
There’s a long pause. So long I could probably count to one hundred. Twice. “I don’t know.”
“Oh, that’s just great. You fucking invade my life and then bring me back to your place and can’t even be bothered to tell me why. That’s just brilliant, Peris. Yes, thank you.”
Peris bursts into a fit of laughter so loud, I’m startled out of my anger and lie there staring at him as he laughs and laughs and laughs until he can’t catch his breath and I’m nearly forced to give him my air so he can breathe.
