Page 20 of Come Back To Me
“Good as new. We’ll just make sure to keep it clean and it should heal in no time.”
“Yeah . . . right. Hey,” I say, changing the subject. “Have you gained any new memories from Gareth?”
“I am Gareth,” he purrs, tossing the trash in the black bin.
I roll my eyes. “Look . . . you can cut the whole charade.”
“What charade?” His brow furrows and he straightens his stance. Walking closer to the sink, he turns on the water and washes his hands.
“You know what I mean . . . you said it yourself. You’re not really him.”
“That’s not what I said.” He rubs soap between his palms. “I said I am him and I’m also not.”
I scoot forward and back on the toilet lid. “But you’re mostly not, right?”
“It’s complicated. Neither one of us can be here without the other and . . . the longer we both co-exist, the more we become one.”
“So does this mean you can tell me who Arkansas is now?”
“Unfortunately, no. Apparently you can suffer amnesia in death too. I mean, it sounds familiar. Like I think I’ve been there before.”
“Yeah. You’ve been there for travel nursing a few times. It’s one of the few locations you agreed to return to since it isn’t that far.”
“Yeah . . . yeah, that’s right. I guess I don’t have to worry about that anymore, though,” he muses.
“No . . . but I do have to eventually return to work.”
“At the dental office, right?”
“Yeah.”
“You like it there.” He’s not asking but recalling what his brain knows.
“I do. I enjoy what I do, and my hours aren’t bad. I get weekends off.”
“More time for me.” He grins, leaning back on the sink and drying his hands off on the front of his pajama pants. Fuck, he looks good in them. I love when he wears plaid anything.
His eyes fall on mine and they darken. “Is there something you’re wanting, sweetheart, that you’re feeling too shy to ask for?”
My breaths pick up and I spread my legs, the rope around my robe loosening.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He drops onto his knees in front of me, pushing his way between my thighs as he runs a palm down the upper side of my cock. He licks at my tip, sucking at my precum before swallowing me all the way down. So much cold wraps around me. It’s like parts of my body are being dipped in ice but then a molten sensation takes hold too. The two feelings fighting for dominance. Those blue eyes are as icy as his tongue. They’re heavy on mine and he smiles around me, bobbing his head.
I arch my hips forward, opening my legs wider, and my hands fall to his hair. I tangle my fingers in the silky strands. They were so dull before . . . before he ate the mailman. It’ll wear off soon, I suppose, and he’ll have to do it again. Does taking some of me delay the inevitable, because if so, maybe I can spare some more. Whatever keeps him from hurting others. This is my fault and should be my karma—only mine.
My thoughts scramble as his tongue runs over all my bulging veins, my cock throbbing the more his throat constricts around me. Whimpering, heat pools in my stomach and I fuck forward, watching his eyes water as he gags on me some more. Fuck, it feels good. I forgot how good this was. Getting off was the lastthing I thought of after I lost him, but bringing him back has also brought me back.
An electric current runs through me and sparks zip along my spine as I come shaking. He swallows as much as he can and licks at any missed drops. Humming with each swipe of his tongue over his lips, he leans forward to kiss my tip and then each of my knees.
“Stay there. I’ll get that cleaned up too. No stitches this time, luckily.” He winks, patting my thigh as he stretches his hand out to the counter to grab more gauze. I look down, horrified at the falling red drops. They’re running down my cock from several lacerations. They’re deep bites, but my skin is mostly still intact. He’s right; I don’t need stitches.
“You need to eat again.” It’s a statement, not a question.
“Wouldn’t hurt, but I’d probably still bite you a little. I like making you feel good while tasting you in every way I can. Your blood tastes so good mixed with your cum.”
My body buzzes, and I jolt when the cold, wet towel strokes over my skin. “Sorry. I should have used warm water. I don’t always think of these things until after I do them. I’ll try harder. Consideration doesn’t come easily to me anymore.”
In this moment it really does feel like I’m having this conversation with Gareth. Only Gareth. I cup his face and smile a little. “It’s okay. I can help you too. We can figure it all out together.”
