Page 123 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions

Somehow I doubted that. Based on how George responded—like he’d never been praised before. Like this was his first time receiving any sort of care after sex.

It pissed me the fuck off.

But I pushed those feelings aside.

Instead, I focused on him. On bringing him out of that foggy headspace. On kissing his grimple, the corners of his mouth, and that sweet scrunchy nose.

“Alright, baby, up you go,” I said several long minutes later. George was less shaky now, the glassy look in his eyes having faded into something more aware, though still soft. He huffed at me, which was a good sign—his ire returning. “I’m gonna let you rest on the blanket while I get our mess cleared up.”

George didn’t protest, even when I half-carried him back onto the fabric and laid him down. He didn’t get mad when I kicked the snacks off of it andbundled him up like an adorable, grumpy little caterpillar. He just watched me, those dark blue eyes full of emotion.

Mouth still slick.

His own cum still in his belly.

“You just stay there and look pretty,” I said for the second time that night. “I got this.”

I said that a lot when he was around, but I couldn’t help it. Couldn’t help but want to take care of everything for him. It felt right. Like all my life I’d been wandering, and only now found the place I was needed.

Stop thinking like that, Alex.

George glared at me—which was another good sign that he was coming back to himself.

Christ, he was socuteall swaddled like that. I clenched my jaw, nearly overwhelmed by cuteness aggression.

Do not bite him.

No biting.

I resisted the urge to pick him up and do just that—but only barely. And only because it felt imperative I get everything in order so we could brush our teeth and climb into bed.

It was late, and even though there was no way in hell I’d be waking up for the sunset hike the next morning, that didn’t mean I didn’t have stuff to do, despite what I’d told June about being on vacation.

Now that I’d discovered what sex with George was like, there was a lot I needed to figure out before the next time we did anything like this.

And we would be—doing something like this, I mean.

At least, if I had anything to say about it.

As always though, the ball was in his court. I’d have to see how he reacted in the light of day. And I really did need to figure out how exactly to…do this again. Maybe experiment? More kinks would be fun. And being in control of George had been the first time in my life I’d truly felt needed. With his eyes on me, looking to me for guidance—it was like nothing else mattered.

Not the thoughts in my head.

My insecurities.

My fears.

I’d brought him peace, but he’d brought me peace too.

He gave me somewhere to focus my boundless energy. He gave me purpose. Release.

And I wanted that again. I just…wanted to make sure I got it right. Not like Brendon, who I assumed was as much of an asshole in bed as he’d been outside it. There was no telling whether or not he and George had dabbled in a more…kink-oriented relationship? Just thinking about that made my blood fucking boil, honestly. But regardless, I doubted he gave George what he needed.

And I intended to do just that.

I’d do it the right way, too.

No going in by halves.

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