Page 117 of Text Me Baby One More Time

I don’t move.

“Last chance,” he grits out.

I pull back but don’t let him go, working him until he empties himself in my mouth.

I release him, sitting back on my haunches, feeling satisfied as he collapses against the door, his breathing ragged and raw.

“Jesus, Den.”

“What did I say—”

“9%,” he huffs out on a strangled laugh. “I know.”

* * *

“Quit licking my feet, Shep.”

“Why would I lick your feet?”

“Um, because you’re a freak.”

“True, but I’m notthatbig of a freak.” He turns toward me, and I feel his breath on the back of my neck. “Two things: one, I’m too tired to lick your feet—you’ve worn me out with all the orgasms—and two, did you ever stop to think it might be Steve licking your feet?”

I don’t know how he had the energy to roll over just now. I couldn’t move even if I tried.

I didn’t have to wait long for Shep to return the orgasm favor. Once he regained his composure, he scooped me up off the floor and hauled me into a steaming shower, where he showed me that shower sexcanbe fun.

Then he showed me that sex on a bed is great too, and that’s where we’ve been ever since, too worn out to move.

“First, Steve knows I hate that. Second, are you telling me if you weren’t too tired then youwouldbe licking my feet?”

Though I’m not facing him, I know he rolls his eyes. “Go to sleep, Den.”

“Snuggle me first.”

“I don’t snuggle.”

“You also said you don’t do commitment…or love…” I trail off.

He groans and wraps his arm around me, being the big spoon to my little.

“Can you tell me something?”

“Can you promise me you’ll go to sleep after I tell you?”

“Yes, and unlike you, I stick to my promises.” He pinches my ass with his free hand and I yelp, trying to wiggle away, but he holds me tighter. “There’s that ass play you’ve been promising all night.”

He shakes his head. “What do you want me to tell you, Bucky?”

“Was it something I did or said?”

I don’t have to elaborate. He knows exactly what I’m referring to.

They’re the same questions I asked him all those years ago, standing on that porch.

Did I do something to push him away? Did I say something to make him run?

“No, it wasn’t you.” He presses a kiss to my neck. “Zach and his fiancée broke up.”

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