Page 107 of For Your Heart
Smirking, my brother holds out another pair of underwear for me, which I’m grateful for since my cum is drying uncomfortably in these. At first look, they appear to just be skimpy men’s underwear. But once I arrange my dick, you see that the front hole is completely wide open. Letting me spill out as if I’m not wearing any underwear at all.
Sage’s intent stare is hot enough to make my skin heat all over. But Zarek raises a brow. “Okay, honestly. What’s the point of those?”
Declan nods in Sage’s direction. “That right there.”
Sage is completely oblivious as he stares. I pull him against me and kiss him. “Like what you see, Najee?”
He shivers and nods.
“Ready to eat?” I ask. He grunts but doesn’t answer as we fall to the floor around the table.
We eat in silence for a while. No sounds but our quiet chewing. But Sage isn’t one to sit in silence for long. He looks up at Zarek. “You said you’re an actuary? What does that mean?”
“In short, I use mathematics to assess the level of risk and uncertainty in any given business scenario. I basically develop solutions for complex financial issues,” he says. “But I haven’t been a full-time actuary in a while. I like to teach math, so I just do that on the side. For the university sometimes, but also for some big businesses that I’ve established relations with in the past.”
Sage stares at him for a long time. “That’s impressive. Very important.”
I can tell by the tone of his voice how he’s feeling. And I know that’s a result of the way his mother made him feel about his career choice. Like he’s stupid and all he can handle is using his muscles instead of his brain.
But this man has a bachelor’s degree in exercise science. Having just received mine, I know what’s entailed and Iknowthat he’s not stupid.
I bring his face to mine by a fistful of his hair. “You’re not any less intelligent, Sage.”
“I suck at math,” he mutters.
“I clearly suck at getting in shape,” Zarek says, shrugging. “We each have our strengths.”
Sage bites his bottom lip, but I take it from him to chew on. He shivers until I let it go. “I mean it. You’re no less intelligent. How many anatomy classes did you take? How many chemistry classes?”
“I really sucked at those too,” Zarek mutters.
I appreciate what he’s doing.
“Sweet puppy, you use the knowledge you have of the human body—which is riddled with complex chemical reactions— every single day. You change that shit up depending on the body type and their individual needs. You’re able to think quickly about how to do that. I’ve seen you do it on the spot when you’re helping one of the other trainers.” I force his eyes to mine. “You’re fucking smart, Sage. Don’t you dare listen to anyone who tells you otherwise.”
It’s clear that he doesn’t quite believe me, but the grateful smile he gives me and the little nod tells me he’ll let it go. We finish eating with quiet conversation about our jobs, and Zarek asks Sage a lot of questions. At first, Sage is aware of what he’s doing and tries to brush it off. “You don’t have to ask about it.” But Zarek persists, always following up with a different, complex question about the human body, energy, and a particular muscle group.
Sage is obviously in his element. By the time we’re finished, Sage is grinning and bouncing again, excited to talk about it. He loves what he does. That’s incredibly clear.
He gathers our trash as Declan and I arrange our couch section so that it’s two cushions deep and resembling a bed. Before Sage gets back from cleaning up, I pull Zarek to me and hug him fiercely. “Thank you.”
He looks up at me with a sweet fucking smile. “I really am impressed,” he says. “That’s not a lie. I don’t understand half of what he explained to me.”
I kiss him quickly and let him go. “I could tell. But I appreciate that you understood what he needed.”
“He’s been hurt,” Zarek says, nodding. “I get that. What he’s been led to believe about himself is obviously a lie. He’s a very intelligent man.”
“He really is.”
Our conversation stops as Sage returns and the four of us gather on the couch with a movie on. Sage’s hands wander over me, but he’s hesitant. He stalls before he moves down my stomach and looks at me with wide eyes. “Can I touch you?” he whispers.
“This body is yours,” I assure him. “You can touch me whenever you want.”
“I can?” his eyes are wide, filled with amazement. This fucking man, I swear!
“Yeah, Sage.” Kissing him for a long minute and letting him feel how much I mean those words, I let him go. “Touch me wherever you want to.”
“I’ve been dying to touch you,” he murmurs, but he doesn’t hear anything I say after that as he spends the next few hours while we watch the movie just touching me. Tracing muscles and the shape of me. Tasting every inch of my skin. Memorizing me as if I’m the only thing in the world that he sees.
