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“Then get back to sucking it,” I tell him, guiding his face back to my dick. “And don’t stop until you make me come.”

He groans around me, sending vibrations all the way through my dick. I hold his head between my hands, thrusting into his mouth. He sucks when I pull out and opens his mouth wide when I go back in. He gags, drool spilling down his face, but he lets me do what I want.

“Yes, just like that. You’re doing so well,” I praise him, noting the way he moans when I talk.

His nails dig into my thighs as he looks up at me, those green eyes bright and pleading for more.

“You want my cum?” I ask. He nods as best he can in the position he’s in. I shift my feet and shove my dick as far into the back of his throat as I can. He gags again, his throat contracting, and my cum spills down his throat. With each pulse, his fingers dig deeper into my thighs. My head fallsback, thudding against the wall as I groan deeply, riding the waves of pleasure.

When I let go of Theo, he falls back onto his ass, panting for breath. I should maybe apologize, but I’m not sorry for using him the way he was letting me. If he wanted me to stop, he knows how to do that.

“We are not done,” I growl, grabbing his arms and lifting him to his feet. I push him against the wall and drop to my knees in front of him.

“There’s… no need,” he pants, but I ignore him as I pull open his pants. Only to realize what he means. I look up at him, my dick getting hard all over again.

“You came from sucking me off.”

His cheeks go pink as he stares at me.

“That’s so hot,” I say, bringing my gaze to the mess in his underwear. I pull them down, looking at his white gooey cum that’s staining the fabric and stuck to his dick. I lean in to lick it off, sucking his soft cock into my mouth to get every drop.

“Fuck, Tobias,” he growls, his legs trembling as his hands find my hair to tug me off. He whimpers and moans.

I slap him away, licking up every bit of cum I can find. When I’m satisfied I have it all, I get to my feet and press my forehead to his. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him, to sayit—those three words. Let him know what I’m feeling.

“Tobias,” he whispers, hands brushing through my hair tenderly, almost like he knows.

“I can’t,” I answer softly. “I want to, but I can’t.”

His arms wrap around me tighter, fingers combing through the hair at the back of my neck.

“It’s okay,” he says quietly. “I know, and it’s okay.”

I let out a deep, shuttering sigh, and just let him hold me.

Chapter Forty-Three

Theodore

“So, this is going to be a strange question, but I promise there is a reason I’m asking,” I explain, standing in front of Tobias who is sitting on my couch.

“Okay…”

“Actually, I guess there are two parts.”

“Go on,” he says carefully, running his hand over Biscuit’s head. She really loves him. She’s always resting her head on him or laying on him. It’s sweet.

“Is your father buried in a cemetery? If so, which one?”

It’s quiet for a long moment as he stares at me, but I can’t tell what he’s thinking. “You’re right. That is a strange question.”

“There is a reason—”

“Yes, a reason you’re asking. I understand.” He nods, then adds, “He’s buried at Silver Haven.”

I take a step but then stop. “One more question.” He smirks, looking up at me and raising a brow. “If you’re not busy tomorrow, can I take you somewhere?”

Tobias told me he took off his shift from the rehab so he could stay here with me during the day. I’m hoping we can spend the entire weekend together. If it were up to me, I’d never let him leave.

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