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The doctors had said he was cleared for sexual activity within reason, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t still worried. Scared that something might happen to him. Afraid he might push himself too soon, too fast. I wanted him to be safe and would do anything in my power to make that happen.
He ran his nose down the curve of my neck, then I felt his teeth prick my skin.
“Hi,” Watson murmured.
I raked my hands through his hair before I pulled his head back to mine. “I haven’t had a proper shower in days.”
“Don’t fucking care, Holt, I need you.”
Warmth spread over my body. “I love you,” I whispered.
“I love you, too,” Watson replied before his lips met mine. He pressed hard, bruising kisses against my mouth as his hands slipped up under the hem of my shirt. “Hurried hand jobs in the hospital haven’t been enough, baby. I need to feel you. I want—” He stopped to stare at me as fire flashed in his dark eyes. “I want to feel you inside of me. I need you to fuck me.”
A shudder ran through my body. “Are you... Is that... I...” I stumbled over myself as I tried to form coherent words.
Watson pressed his face into my neck. “Like I said before, it’s not something I do often, Holt, but with you, yeah, I want that. I want everything with you, baby.”
“Yes.”
Watson’s head shot up. “Yes?” He reached up to grip my face. “I don’t want to force you to do something you’re not comfortable with, H. If you’re not ready or you’re just a bottom, that’s okay. Don’t feel like you have to do it because it’s me.”
“Everything,” I repeated.
“Did I break you? Are you all right?” He chuckled as he dragged a finger over my bottom lip.
I nodded. “I thought I lost you.” I watched the way his face fell. “And now you’re here, with me, back in our apartment. I’m just trying to wrap my head around all of this. I—”
Watson’s lips found mine again, softer this time, as he told me without words how much he loved me, needed me, and how sorry he was for everything that had happened between us. His hands twisted into my hair as I dug my own fingers into the front of his shirt before he pulled back. “You want me.”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Now?”
My cock pressed against my zipper as I stared at Watson. Knowing that he was mine, for good this time, and that everyone knew. No more hiding, no more pretending, and no more worrying about what anyone else might think because fuck them if they didn’t understand.
“Now works good for me.”
“Come on.” He grabbed my hand to drag me to the bedroom. He moved me toward the bed, urging me to sit down. “It’s been a while, you know, since I’ve done this.” He slowly pulled his shirt up over his head, and I let my eyes move over his muscled chest. The bruises and cuts had healed, so they were all but faded, but I could still see them. Could trace them with my eyes closed if I had to.
I stood back up, itching to touch him. “Watson.” My throat was dry, my voice a hushed whisper as I placed my hands on his chest. “Let me do that for you.”
He nodded, watching as I popped the button on his jeans and slid down the zipper. I lightly touched the dusting of hair that disappeared beneath his briefs before I dragged his pants down over his thick, muscled thighs. Watson lifted his right leg and then his left, and when I looked up at him, he smiled, gripping my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “You’re so perfect, Holt. Beautiful and smart. All mine.” He leaned down so he could press his lips gently against mine.
I felt a blush creep up my neck and rested my face against his chest, breathing him in. This felt different with Watson. Neither one of us rushing but still wanting to be together. This wasn’t just fucking. I peppered soft kisses against his chest, over each pebbled nibble, listening as he whimpered and hissed. I dragged my hands over his defined abs, his hard muscles and tight body, just like I used to dream about before I finally dropped to my knees.
“All mine,” I repeated, casting a glance up at Watson.
His dark eyes were hooded, and his chest heaved with each breath. I kept my gaze on his as I slowly slid his briefs down to his ankles and sucked the head of his length into my mouth.
“Fuck, Holt.” Watson’s hands gripped my hair. “That’s it, baby.”
My tongue rolled over the slit, his precum salty yet familiar. I gripped the base as I slowly pushed him farther into my mouth, trying to take as much as I could. When his eyes rolled back, his hips arching forward, I pulled back, only to repeat the motion. Over and over as Watson’s grunts grew louder before I yanked my mouth off him and sat back on my heels.
“You’re so good at sucking my dick. I’m glad you stopped; I was about two seconds from coming in your pretty mouth.” Watson motioned for me to stand up. “Let’s get you out of these clothes.”
I climbed back to my feet, and Watson helped me undress the way I did him. My shirt was the first thing he removed, landing on the floor in a pile with his clothes. His hands slid over my chest, my back, and up into my hair before he tilted it back to kiss my mouth. His tongue slowly licked around before plunging between my lips, curling with mine as he walked me backward to the bed.
“I love you,” he repeated, over and over.
