Page 56 of Knotty, Nice, & Holiday Lights
And when he screams my name, and jets of hot, salty come shoot down my throat, it’s so erotic I nearly come myself.
That night, I learned two things about my Will: He doesn’t mind tasting his come in my mouth, and he strongly believes in giving better than he gets.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
“You’re sure this is okay with you, man?”
I look at Will, who’s nodding at me, smiling, as he lugs one of the heavier boxes into one of the spare rooms in his downstairs apartment. As he disappears into my new room, I get caught frowning by Iz, who uses her index fingers to force me into a mock smile.
“Stop worrying so much,” she says with a smirk.
I take her wrists in my hands, remove her fingers from my face, and kiss her forehead. “You’ll help me with my setup?”
“Are you kidding? I’m looking forward to it. I’ve been salivating since you mentioned a Ninety-One-Ninety Pro.”
I laugh, head shaking.
That’s my dream girl, getting hot and bothered over a top-of-the-line graphics card.
When I finally broke down and told Iz, Will, and Asher that I’d move into the B&B with them, later, there’d been a flurry of discussion I didn’t really understand. Then it became clear that Will had his own apartment in the building's basement, and Iz and Asher were discussing with Will how they could move downstairs and leave their rooms vacant for guests.
So, after that, I had a long chat with my landlord, Lilly, and let her keep my final month’s rent because I left early—she argued, but I can be very persuasive—and Iz volunteered me to be the first of us to move in with Will, who enticed me with gig-speed fiber optic internet.
I didn’t mind, but I did demand to pay rent. I won’t be a freeloader on my pack, especially since I have the means to pay.
The bedroom I’m given is huge, which is great because I need the space with my streaming setup that Iz is going to help me with later.
“This is one hell of a gaming rig,” Asher says with a touch of admiration as he carefully sets Bertha, my gaming PC’s tower, on the floor beside my corner desk.
It had taken more time for me to drive back and forth from my old apartment to put my stuff in my car and take it to Will’s with Asher’s help than it did for all four of us to lug my junk into the basement. And once we’re done at last, I topple onto my new mattress with a relieved and exhausted sigh, head spinning with plans for how to finish arranging everything in the room later.
The mattress dips as Iz sits on the edge of the bed, squeezes my hand. “Do you want to take a nap?”
“Nah.” I squeeze her hand back. “It’s just kind of nice to be here with you all.”
“‘Kind of’?” I hear Asher scoff from the doorway, making me laugh.
“Okay, it’s definitely nice. I haven’t been around people a lot in a while.”
“Any time you need some solitude, just close your door.” Will leans on my desk as he looks at me.
“And if I become an antisocial prick, I trust you’ll let me know.”
“Oh, we will.” Iz gives me a grimace-excuse for a smile and flutters her eyelashes.
Laughter is my response until I look up at the textured ceiling and suddenly feel like I’m falling, like I can’t get any air, hands closing around my neck, and I sit up, heart racing, breathing erratic.
“Matthew,” Iz’s voice sounds far, far away. “You’re okay, hun. I promise you are. Breathe.”
I do as she says, the best I can.
“What do you see?”
“The dresser. TV on top,” I say between breaths.
“What do you hear?”
“The heater. Maybe… a water heater.”
