Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
“I don’t give a fuck. It doesn’t feel that way at all.” He kissed my cheek. “How do your hands feel?”
“Pretty sore.” He reached for one and started massaging my knuckles. “Damn, that feels awesome. At least it was good practice and gives me an idea of what I’m up against.”
“Then it was worth it. It was a win-win for them and you.”
“Yeah. Did that nap help?”
“Maybe?” He made a frustrated sound. “I hate feeling like this, but I also know there’s no way around it. The new dosage might start helping, but I still have to push through.”
I trailed my fingernails over his collarbone. “Well, I’m here for you if you need anything.”
We snuggled on the couch for a while longer before I reluctantly untangled our limbs to start dinner. He pulled out his laptop to respond to emails and casually chatted with me while I prepped our food.
During dinner, he picked at his pasta, and I knew it was more about his mental health than about my cooking. “You’re not eating much. Want me to pack it up for later?”
“I’m sorry. I just don’t feel very hungry.”
“I get it.” I was much the same when I first moved in, albeit for different reasons. “You don’t need to apologize.”
I began clearing the dishes while he dug out storage containers for the leftovers.
“How about we do one of those comfort things on your list?” I said, pressing our shoulders together at the sink.
“You don’t have to cater to me.”
“What if I want to?”
When our eyes met, his lopsided smile made the butterflies flap in my stomach. “Can we watch a mindless movie and then go to bed?”
“Sounds good to me.”
Foster averted his eyes. “My bed?”
I grew still. “You want me to sleep with you?”
“I liked it last time, but if you’re not comfortable…”
“I liked it too.”
That settled, we watched a comedy, and hearing Foster chuckle despite his mood was heartening. Then I tucked us into bed, and this time, I curled Foster in my arms. His dreamy sigh as he got settled was everything I needed to hear and more.
24
FOSTER
I woke up with his warm body beside me again, and it was becoming addicting.
Lachlan had slept in my bed every night since I’d asked him last weekend. And though my depression was still hanging on like a storm cloud overhead, his presence had become a comfort. It helped tremendously that he seemed to understand my struggle and allowed me to work through it myself—without trying to solve it like my ex, though he’d been well-intentioned. With Lachlan, his mere presence made me more determined to push through and live in the brighter moments, however brief they were.
And speaking of brighter moments, we had done plenty of jerking off and grinding because being naked in bed beside him made me hard as fuck some nights. And now I was on my back, Lachlan on his side, facing me, his erection poking my thigh.
He hummed against my shoulder, and when I groaned in reply, he rolled on top of me. “Ah, fuck. Morning.” We were both so hard, it was like steel against steel.
“Morning.” And when he blessed me with that dazzling smile as he looked down at me, I wanted to crawl inside him and live there for a while. See the world through his eyes, convince him he was worthy.
My hands wound around to his ass cheeks and squeezed. His skin was smooth, and I liked teasing his crease with my fingertips as I rocked against him. We rutted and kissed, and I could’ve gotten off after another minute, but then his hand reached down to circle both our cocks, making it that much better.
“Need to be closer to you,” he murmured, and I felt the beating of wings in my stomach. Sometimes when he was in the moment and let his guard down a little more, it was hard not to feel completely swept away by him.
“Same,” I huffed out, affection coursing through me. “Can’t get enough of you.”
I sighed as he drew back to align our tips together, and just as I was about to make a joke about him comparing sizes, he performed some magical trick where the head of my cock slid inside his foreskin and slotted against his shaft.
My eyes rolled in the back of my head. “Holy fuck, that feels so good.” I’d never had a guy dock me before, but if this was what it felt like, I was all in.
Lachlan shivered, then buried his head in my neck, mumbling something nonsensical. All the blood in my dick seemed to rush to the crown, making my glans ultrasensitive. How was this so erotic? So intimate?
“Wait, don’t move yet,” I said as he gently rocked his hips. “Just want to feel you like this for another minute.”