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“I think I do.”
“And you love me?”
“I have to do some research before I can be sure,” he told me. I could only imagine what that Google search would look like. “But I did worry about you when you were gone on a mission. And when they threatened people close to me, I was scared that they’d come after you. Also, I like thinking about you. Not to mention how wonderful your cock is and all the things you do to me.”
Austin coughed behind me. I waved him away. He wasn’t going to ruin this moment for me.
“Plus, I feel safe when you’re around. I feel… comfortable… and grounded,” he added. “I think that really means something. I don’t want to lose those feelings.”
It might not have sounded like love to some people, but knowing Milo like I did now, it meant a lot. It meant the world. Knowing I could give him those things made me feel like a damn god amongst men.
“Let’s get you home,” I said as I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and steered him to one of the SUVs.
“I like that idea. I’m very tired and I need a shower.”
“I’ll drive,” Austin said.
I nodded my thanks before crawling into the back seat with Milo.
I hated leaving a mess behind, but I was sure everyone understood.
Milo plastered himself to my side and let his head fall against my shoulder.
“Thank you,” Milo said as we began to pull away from the scene. “I don’t say that to you enough.”
I smiled and kissed the top of his head.
“You don’t need to say it, baby,” I told him softly.
“Yes, I do. I need you to know how much I appreciate you. How much it means to me that you care enough.”
I kissed the top of his head again.
Yeah, I was so in love with him.
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Milo
Everything was kind of fuzzy after they rescued me.
Austin drove us back to the office, but the ride felt so long, and I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I could remember being carried and placed into what felt like the passenger seat of Remy’s car, but I didn’t open my eyes to find out what was going on. Then I was being carried again sometime later. I heard low murmurs. Remy and my dad talking. It didn’t last long. Then Remy was carrying me up the stairs. I knew it was him because I could smell him. I’d tried to open my mouth to tell him he shouldn’t be carrying me, but no sound ever came out.
Then we were in the shower.
I did wake for that.
We were both naked, and the water was warm. I was in his lap and he washed me. He kissed me. He looked into my eyes, silently making sure I was okay.
I wasn’t okay, and I think I might have said as much. But I knew I would be, I just had to realize that I’d survived. Once that had a chance to sink in, I was sure that things would go back to normal.
I told him I needed more kisses as the water washed what had happened away. He whispered that he would give me anything I needed, and then we kissed until the spray ran cold. I thought he’d been crying, but I couldn’t have been sure. It might have just been the water of the shower getting in his eyes and making them turn red. He wouldn’t stop touching me. Not even as he dried me off. Not even as we helped each other get to the bed. Not even as he pulled the sheet up and tucked me in.
And then he had been on me, wrapped around me, his heavy weight pressing into nearly every part of me.
There was something inside of me that whispered,“I’m home.”
But I wasn’t completely sure that feeling had anything to do with the structure around me.
