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“So do I.”
“I know, brat.”
He winks as he shoves my legs apart. I keep my arms above my head as instructed, watching Whisper grab the lube from the nightstand and pour some over my cock.
“You are so fucking beautiful.”
His words make me feel weird, but it’s a good weird. Could I learn to accept his praise? Could I let my heart out of its cage and embrace being with him for real?
My brain stutters as he wraps his hand around both our cocks, stroking us together. I pump my hips to meet him, throwing my head back with pleasure.
“I was… supposed to… make you come,” I mumble.
“You are, sweet, you are.”
I force my head up so I can watch our slick cocks sliding in and out of Whisper’s fist. I wish I could capture the look on his face right now—heated, determined, so fucking sexy.
“Fuck,” he moans. “Gonna come. Need your cum, brat. Give it to me.”
I feel my orgasm building inside me, rolling through like a wave, until it shoots out of me. Arching my back, I cry out his name and, ignoring the command to keep my arms above my head, dig my nails into his forearms as pleasure takes over.
“Yessss,” Whisper hisses as he follows me. His hot cum joins mine, and he strokes us through it until I’m shivering with sensitivity.
After a few seconds, Whisper collapses on top of me and I wrap my arms around him. We’re both sweaty and sticky, and it might be the nicest moment of my whole life so far.
We lie like that for several minutes until our breathing returns to normal. Even though I don’t want him to, I’m sure he’s going to get off of me soon, so I squeeze harder just to let him know it’s okay if he stays a little longer.
“I want to tell you something,” Whisper says, so softly I almost don’t hear him.
“You can tell me anything.”
He lifts his head, gazing down at me. His hair is mussed and plastered to his forehead with sweat.
“It’s about what happened.”
Oh shit. I brush my fingers across his cheek. “I’m listening.”
“It’s gonna be hard for me, so, um…”
“I’ve got all night if that’s what you need.”
CHAPTER 26
Whisper
Am I really gonna do this?
I never, ever talk about this to anyone. Not even Shadow.
But Blush brings out all kinds of unexpected things in me. I didn’t think I would want to try for a real relationship again, but the idea of letting him go makes me feel sick. Maybe he’s right and we won’t be able to make this work, but dammit, I want it. For the first time in a decade, I’m ready to try again.
“I was only twenty when I met him.” I begin slowly, measuring my words.
Blush gazes at me with soft eyes.
“We met on the streets. I saw him one day getting roughed up by a potential John and I stepped in. We got to talking and neither of us wanted to be alone. From that point on, we were always together. We found food, places to sleep, kept each other safe. Eventually, we saved up enough to get one of those rooms you can rent daily or weekly. It was shit, but it was better than nothing.”
Blush nods, staying quiet.
