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Able to breathe again, I smirked. “Never better. Gagging on Gags’s cock.”

His need, combined with my desire to please, cut our laughter short, and he put his dick back in my mouth. “Not long,” he said. “A few more pumps.”

I squeezed his hand, and he let loose, fucking my mouth with quick, short thrusts until he came. The first powerful squirthad me swallowing hard. He pushed deep inside, and rhythmic grunts accompanied the cum spurting down my throat. After he stopped shooting, he left his cock in my mouth for a few more shallow thrusts; when he pulled out, a string of cum and spit trailed down my cheek.

He knelt beside me. “That was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. Fuck, babe, I love you.”

“Love you too.”

He covered my mouth with his, and I placed a hand on his cheek while our tongues slid against each other. I loved kissing Pip almost as much as having sex, and I was disappointed when he drew away.

Smiling, he said, “You give the best kisses. And I never knew what a blow job was until you gave me one.”

“Look who’s talking. You said you never sucked a dick before mine, but you sure caught on quick.”

We smiled at each other for another moment, and then he stood. “Let’s get you back onto the bed properly, because I want to hold you. Up for a nap?”

Chapter 26

Gags and Sven

GAGS

February

The months had flownby in a whirlwind of rehab sessions, doctor appointments, and slow but steady progress for Sven. More than two months passed before they allowed him to go without the brace on his leg, and then he began the arduous process of relearning to walk without it. The routine became our lifeline, and I found a strange comfort in the predictability of each day.

With so much to do, I bought a large calendar for the kitchen wall. We marked it with so many appointments, goals, and deadlines, it soon looked like a map. Sven called it his roadmap back to normal life, and as time passed, I saw more and more signs he was getting better.

I woke early one morning and slipped out of bed so I didn’t disturb him. The sun was just starting to rise, and enough light came through the windows for me to find my way to the kitchen.Once I turned on the coffeemaker, I looked at the calendar and ran through my mental checklist of things to do. Energized by the smell of coffee, I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and reached for the notebook on the table. It was my command center for taking care of him, and I’d written “Everything Sven” on the cover.

He could get around the house on his own, and as I thumbed through the book, I heard slow footsteps coming downstairs, followed by shuffling in the hallway. I grinned as he came into the room wearing a sleepy smile.

“Morning, Pip.”

After a quick kiss, he yawned as he headed for the counter where the coffeemaker sat. I snickered at his tousled hair and the way he scratched his belly through the inside-out T-shirt he’d pulled on.

“Sleep well, babe?” I asked.

“Like a log. Doing so much better since they let me stop taking those damn yellow pills.” He came back to the table and sat, then pushed a mug across the table to me. “You’re up early. Something on your mind?”

I gulped some coffee. “Nah, but I was wide awake and didn’t see any point in lying there.”

After stirring cream and sugar into his coffee, he looked up and smirked. “I wouldn’t have had any trouble thinking of something to do.”

I chuckled again while he tested his coffee to be sure it was sweet enough. “Let’s do that as a reward after we get back from your rehab.”

“Sounds like a plan.” After drinking more coffee, he tilted his head. “What’s on the agenda today?”

“Breakfast, meds, and then your morning session with Joe. Think you can handle that?”

He laughed so hard he had to set his mug down. “Fuck off, Gagné. You make it sound like I’m a toddler. I’ve got this routine down.”

I grinned, reaching a socked foot over to brush against his. “Just making sure. Never know when that memory loss from the concussion might kick in.”

He shot me a playful glare. “Memory loss, my ass. You know damn well they’ve cleared me about the concussion. And I never had much memory loss except for the accident itself.”

“You had headaches, but I haven’t heard you complain about one for a while.”

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