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More than touching me, he’s jerking me off.

I stand on my tiptoes, the pleasure already overwhelming. Maddox is touching me because he wants to. Because he’s choosing to.

I’m trembling, already on the edge. I probably could have come just from giving him the blowjob.

“Maddox.” I close my eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. Scratch keeping him in my hand, we need to keep each other in our hands. Forever.

“Come for me.”

My body follows his command without thought. I come, spurting hot ropes of cum for what feels like forever, the pleasure gripping me hostage for so long. Finally, when the throbs slow down, both of us sag into each other, the hot water raining down on our bodies. It feels good. Right, even. More right than anything has ever been.

I think I must be loopy ‘cause a thought enters my mind, and then, because the path between my mind and my mouth is short, I say, “We’re M&Ms.”

There’s a pause before Maddox asks, “What?”

“M&Ms!” I say, smiling into his shoulder. “Both our names start with M, and we’re sweet treats. I mean, you’re sweet. The best I’ve ever tasted.”

Maddox lets out a breath that could be a huff or a laugh. Either way, I’ll take it. He’s my M&M, and I want to taste him forever.

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

The alcohol is singing through my veins because when Micah’s in my arms, everything feels okay. I don’t want to let go. Don’t want to break the moment. Don’t want to wake up to the reality that I just gave Micah more ammo than I ever should have. And scariest of all–don’t want to face the reality that I want Micah to be more than Arthur ever was. Desperately.

The skin on my fingers is starting to prune, and the water is getting cold, but Micah hasn’t done anything. Yet. So maybe I can just…stay here.

Micah moves first, and the second he goes to step out of the shower, I feel his loss. I straighten.

Right. Back to reality.

But then Micah is back, turning off the water and handing me a towel. I take it from him and unfold it to wrap around his shoulders.

For a second, Micah looks surprised. Then, the smile he gives me makes me stop breathing for a second. His eyes shine, and he looks at me like I just told him he’d never have to pay for anything else in his life.

Which is like a punch to my gut. Holy shit, he needs to stop looking at me like he’s actually a nice person.

He grabs me a towel from inside the towel closet and wraps it around my shoulders.

“What are you doing?”

“Drying you off.” His answer is fast, no hesitation as he starts patting me dry.

I don’t know how to interpret this because my terrified, scared, sad brain wants to see it as him being nice to me. Because he’s nice.

But am I just letting myself fall the second I feel safe? Because I once felt safe with Arthur, too. I have to figure it out. So I ask, words so quiet I’m not sure he’ll hear them, “What is this?”

Micah opens his mouth, then snaps it closed. That pretty mouth that was just wrapped around my cock.

I salivate and almost lose focus.

“I’m just helping you,” Micah says, then he winces. “If you want it, of course.”

My chest hurts. Because fuck, that’s what my brain wants to hear.

“That’s it?” I ask. My throat tightens even at the thought.

Micah’s cheeks pinken.

Ah fuck. My stomach drops. There it is. He’s hiding something.