Page 85 of Fractured Grief
“My hero,” Indy beamed, kissing my face and squirming on my lap.
My face heated at what I’d done, but if he continued to look at me like that, then I guess he was okay with it.
“I had no idea where that came from. I didn’t… Well, I don’t like the idea of anyone else seeing you naked. Your body is mine to worship,” I rasped, enjoying the shiver that shook Indy’s lithe body.
“I had no idea you were a possessive neanderthal. But I have to admit, it was kinda hot.” Indy kissed me again. “Although I am glad you didn’t punch your brother. None of that was his fault.”
“I know, but when I heard him teasing, I couldn’t help it. He doesn’t deserve to see your delectable body. It’s for my eyes only.”
“Grrr, easy tiger,” Indy teased. “Don’t worry, I’m all yours.Only yours.” His multi-colored eyes sparkled with sincerity before we crashed together in a heated kiss.
“Let me take a look at your leg,” Indy said, pulling back as he grabbed the olive oil and proceeded to apply it to my thigh.
“I like this version of massage much better than last time,” I whispered, gently stroking his smooth cheek. “The view is much better.”
My eyes roamed over his naked body. His abs were defined, and his skin was smooth and unmarked by scars, freckles, or tattoos. We were opposites in so many ways.
Indy smiled at me as he rubbed further up my thigh, almost reenacting our first massage. His focus and concentration, the way his breath stuttered, and how his eyes fluttered closed as I dug my hand into his lush curls, heightened every stroke and glide of his oiled fingers. He was teasing me just by being naked, and I loved it.
He continued spreading and smearing olive oil all over my leg. I’d have to change the sheets, but I didn’t care about any of it, only Indy’s hands on my skin. He slid closer to my cock, which had hardened at the sight of Indy on his knees before me.
“Sunshine, you’re teasing me,” I admonished. “I’m sure my leg is fine, but other parts of me could use some attention.”
I gripped my cock and gave myself a slow stroke. Having Indy so close was intoxicating. I needed him like I needed air. He was my heart, my soul, myeverything.
“Please,” I begged on my next upstroke.
Indy took pity on me and moved his oily hands over my inner thighs and around to the base of my cock. He knocked my hand out of the way as he took over. He started sucking and licking before taking me down his throat. I don’t think I would ever get used to the exquisite pressure and heat of him deepthroating me. I fell back on the bed, trying my best to stifle my groans as I knew we weren’t alone anymore. I would need to invest in some soundproofing. I enjoyed Indy’s sounds as much as I got lost in my own, and we deserved the freedom to be loud.
I bit into my fist as Indy swallowed around my cockhead and played with my glands, flicking his tongue over and around the frenulum. I was in heaven.
“I’m close,” I warned. “Get yourself off, too. I want to see.” I sat up on my elbows to watch the show. Indy moaned around my cock, causing me to bite back a curse at thepleasure, as he used one of his oiled hands to start stroking himself.
He looked so debauched, on his knees, stuffed full of my cock while stroking himself. It was the hottest sight I’ve ever seen.
“Shit, Sunshine. I’m gonna…” I gripped his hair as I released into his willing and waiting mouth. He swallowed my release like it was nothing, cleaning up any leftover drops.
“Come here.” I pulled him to me, so he was straddling my lap. “Mark me,” I growled.
“Fuck, Seb,” Indy hissed, his head thrown back in ecstasy, and he stroked his cock one last time before he spurted all over my chest. He was a vision on top of me; his look of bliss burned into my brain.
How did I get so lucky as to have this man as mine?
Once we showered and cleaned up, Ma called to say she was coming around to drop off Hazel, and I knew our weekend together was coming to an end. I’d cherished having Indy and Hazel stay with me, filling my house with their laughter and sunshine. They made my large house a home. I loved them both and wished it wasn’t too soon for them to move in. To wake up to Indy’s face every morning, to help get Hazel ready for school. It sounded like heaven, but I didn’t want to scare Indy off if he wasn’t ready.
We’d said our goodbyes as the sun set, and I’d made him promise to tell me when he got home safely. I stayed on the porch and watched until his headlights faded, and he drove away with my heart into the sunset.
“You’ve got it bad,” Lyric teased, because of course he did.
“Shut up,” I muttered halfheartedly. Lyric was right. I was fully gone for that man, and there was no hiding it.
I missed Indy something fierce. It was like I only had half my heart in my chest since he’d left. We spoke every day, but it wasn’t the same as having him in my arms.
The weeks continued, and Indy was so busy with work in the lead-up to the holidays. I still couldn’t drive yet, so we hadn’t been able to see each other in person for over two weeks.
I filled my time with my appointments, my whittling, and I’d been approved for light exercise. I’d decided to hire a knee walker, like Bodhi had used, and dragged Lyric on gentle hikes, with me up the ridgeline. To be active, out in nature and the fresh air, soothed my soul. It made me feel like my old self more than anything else I’d been doing had.
I was the strongest I’d been since the incident, and I finally recognized the person in the mirror looking back at me.
