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Blushing, I considered his words. Ihadleft. I’d followed through on my plan. I’d escaped. The fact that I’d left still baffled me sometimes. Looking down at my wrist and thinking back to my last encounter with Derek, I’d known it would be the end. I was getting my life back. Maybe Atticus was right.
Maybe I was strong.
16
ATTICUS
After the emotionalevents of the day before and our recent conversation, we’d decided on a quick dinner and had gotten back into bed. So, I wasn’t surprised to wake to find myself still wrapped around Bodhi, holding him close. He had been so vulnerable and raw. All I wanted to do was take care of him and take his pain away. He was a fighter, even if he didn’t think so. I would help him see his own strength.
I was glad he’d wanted to stay with me last night. I liked having him in my bed.
“Morning,” he muttered, stretching his lithe body as he turned to face me.
“How’d you know I was awake?”
“You stopped cuddling me.” Pink bloomed across his cheeks.
“How’d you sleep?”
“Better than I have in a long time. You?” he asked.
“Blissfully,” I sighed out.
Chuckling, he burrowed against my chest, and I couldn’t help but hold him close, enjoying how perfectly he fit against me.
“What time is it? Do you have to get up yet?”
Glancing at the clock, I hummed. “It’s almost six thirty. There’s a little time.”
Seb had messaged last night that there was something I needed to finalize from yesterday that he couldn’t get done, so I would be going to work on a Saturday for an hour or so.
Not wanting to waste any time, I rolled Bodhi over so I could settle on top of him and went to kiss him when he wrinkled his nose.
“What?” I asked as I leaned back.
“Morning breath.”
“I don’t mind, if you don’t.” Ducking down, I kissed his neck and nipped his ear, causing him to giggle. He tilted his head back, giving me more access. I continued to nip and kiss down his throat, loving the sounds he made. I could easily become addicted to him.
Bodhi’s arms went around my neck. His good hand dug into the hair at the base of my skull. Shivers racked my body as I rocked against him, pressing my morning wood against his. I moved back up his neck and sucked on his Adam’s apple, and he returned the thrusts. Another delicious groan left his lips, and I needed to drink it down. Pressing my lips against his, our tongues battled for dominance. The feeling of him under me was ecstasy.
We rocked together, our hard cocks rubbing against each other through our underwear. I could feel the wet patches as precum leaked from our tips. I couldn’t get enough of him. I reached down and lowered my underwear, freeing my cock, then did the same for Bodhi. I grasped our cocks in my hand, jacking us together as I watched Bodhi writhe beneath me, head thrown back in pleasure.
“Fuck, Atticus.” Bodhi groaned, thrusting into my fist. “Feels so good.”
My orgasm was building at the base of my spine. “Fuck, I’m close,” I added in warning.
“Me too.” His heated gaze met mine.
That look sent me over the edge, and I came with a shout, shooting milky cum over Bodhi’s toned stomach and chest. I jacked us through my orgasm and watched Bodhi as his eyes rolled back. He convulsed under me, adding his cum to the mix while he jerked beneath me.
As we came down from our high, my alarm went off.
Bodhi smiled up at me. “I guess we need to get up now.”
Snickering, I nodded. “You don’t have to. Why don’t you stay in bed and relax? I’ll only be an hour or so.” I gave him one last kiss, then eased off him and silenced my phone.
“I need to shower anyway,” he said, gesturing at the cum drying on his chest.
