Page 91 of My Revenant
I fucked him in short strokes, barely able to bring myself to pull back before I was plunging deeper again, as far into him as I could reach. His hands were on my back, nails biting into my skin as he angled his hips for me.
When he came, he did so with my name on his lips, and I followed him, pouring myself inside him as tears of bliss streamed down his face. Again he was crying for me. Tears that I treasured, that I tasted as I licked them from his skin.
Then I collapsed onto him, and he held me. It felt so good to be held by him. To know the person holding me knew exactly what was in his arms and he was still choosing to hold me anyway.
“I love you, Rabbit,” I whispered into his neck.
“I love you too, Devil.”
thirty-four
Jonah - Past
REALLY FUCKING BAD IDEA.
Since Dex had taken me to the forest a couple of days ago and revealed to me that part of himself, I was absolutely sure of two things. The first being that I would never let anyone hurt him again. The second was that I was getting him that lighter back even if it killed me.
Of course, if I’d told him what I was planning, he wouldn’t have allowed it. Dex had taken a couple of days off work, and we’d spent the time around the house, cloud gazing while lying in the field, on the rock seat at the beach. We’d even gone to the Cozy Cow. Amanda had seemed way too amused at seeing us together, so different from the last time we’d both been there.
Mostly, though, we’d chosen to be alone, to block out the world and be together. Just existing in our own bubble for a while. It meant we’d had a lot of sex too. Dex had opened up to me more about the things he couldn’t do, and I got the sense he was waiting for me to be disappointed. I wasn’t. It didn’t matter what he couldn’t do. What mattered was that nothing wedidhurt him. He still fucked me like he was trying to make up for it.
It meant I had to wait until today to do what I was planning, though, and I just hoped like fuck things worked out. Because if they didn’t, then I was about to cause some major fucking problems I may or may not live to see the consequences of.
“JJ, it’s too fucking early. I know I told you not to avoid me for your hot new boyfriend, butpleaseavoid me before nine a.m. atthe earliest,” Becca said with a yawn, her hands resting on the aged ledge of her bedroom window.
I rolled my eyes. “There’s just no pleasing you,” I teased.
“Come in, then,” she sighed, reaching for my hand and basically dragging me up through the window until I stumbled to my feet inside her room. “If you’re gonna wake me up early, the least you can do is come cuddle me. Didn’t even bring coffee.”
Bee shook her head at me before flopping back onto her bed, pulling the plush covers back up over her shoulders until she was just a pile of neon hair in a sea of black bedding.
I shifted from foot to foot, because this was not what I was here for, and I didn’t know how long what I needed to do would take. With a sigh, I kicked off my shoes, trudging over to join my best friend.
The bed was warm and so soft as I slipped in beside her. Becca’s hand reached back to grab mine and yank it around her. Affection came so easily to her; even on that first day we’d been reunited she had hugged me. Whenever we met up or parted, she would hug me in greeting or goodbye, and then there were just the random hugs that happened for no reason but because she wanted to. I wondered at first whether this was normal—if this was what other friends did, what other families did—or maybe it was just her. Either way, I was used to her now, and it wasn’t the first time she’d made me hug her like this. The feeling of it was entirely different from anything I felt when I was touching Dex, but it was just as warm.
“I need to ask you something.” I spoke up after a couple of minutes, not wanting her to fall back to sleep again.
She groaned, “Ask me later.”
“It’s important. I need to know now. I can’t stay very long.”
She was silent for a few minutes before turning around to look at me. “What’s up, bub?”
“So, I’ve seen you like, around Henrik a couple of times.”
Her brow furrowed, clearly not expecting this to be the direction I took the conversation.
“Okay?” she said slowly, prompting me to proceed.
“Do you like… have his contact details or anything?”
“Why?”
“I just need to talk to him about something.”
“About what?”
“Just something with Dex. Please, Bee.”
