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“Fuck people,” I said.
“I’d rather it just be us fucking,” Alex said.
“Oh, yes. Most definitely. Plus, you still owe me ass eating,” I pointed out.
“Right!” Alex reached up to untangle my hand from his hair, then sat back and lifted me, flipping me over with such ease I was laughing until his face dug between my butt crack and found my hole. He delivered a few experimental licks, leaving a trail of saliva, then breathed his warm breath over it. “Careful what you wish for,” he said.
“Even I can’t get it up right away,” I told him. Though I was half hard anyway, simply from the thought of his mouth on me.
“We have all night,” Alex promised, using his hands to spread me open and began to dig his tongue into my hole. “I think I can make you come a half dozen times yet tonight.” And he set about doing just that.
Chapter 27
Ifelt Alex’s kisses on my face and my eyes fluttered open. “It is not morning yet,” I grumbled at him. “And I don’t smell coffee.”
He laughed lightly. “Actually it’s just after ten at night and I’m starving. There’s a Subway across the parking lot. I’m going to run and get food for us.”
“My legs are jelly,” I told him. “Not going anywhere.” I reached for him. “Stay with me.”
He let me wrap him up in a hug and shared in a long kiss, but he was dressed so I couldn’t grope him properly. “You need food too,” he said. “Neither of us have had anything all day.”
“Fasting is good for us. Reduces aging,” I told him absently running my fingers through his hair. “I think there’s science.” Of course my stomach took that moment to let out a loud growl. “Traitor,” I said.
“Mhmm,” he said, kissing me again. “You nap. I’ll be right back. We can talk science tomorrow.”
“Take your phone,” I said.
“Of course. What sort of sandwich do you want?”
“Meat,” I said smiling, half teasing. “All the meat. Never enough meat.”
Alex’s laugh was wicked and delicious. “I’ll give you all the meat you want.” He delivered a long lick to my torso, making me remember the half dozen times he’d brought me earlier with his mouth. “Extra pickle too.”
“You could stay and do more of that,” I offered though wasn’t sure I’d stay awake long enough to play.
He tugged the quilt up over me. “After food. Nap. I’ll be right back.”
I sighed and settled into the bed, closing my eyes and apparently falling asleep that quickly because when I opened them again, he was gone. I frowned at the dark silence of the room, wondering what had woken me. Alex couldn’t have been gone long. I rolled over to look at the digital clock radio and was startled to find it after midnight.
Wait. Hadn’t Alex said it was after ten when he’d gone to get food? I sat up, my entire body aching like it had had a good workout. Technically it had been a while since I’d been quite so vigorous with sex. I’d been careful with Alex previously, letting his shyness dictate what we did. Tonight, he’d given me reign, and I’d taken everything I wanted and begged for more. Just remembering made me half hard again. Why wasn’t he back yet?
The room was dark and untouched. Alex’s duffle sat in the chair. His shoes were gone. I climbed out of the bed to the window, pushing the curtains aside for a moment. The car was still there. Where the hell was Alex?
A lead ball began to form in my gut. Had the shadow thing taken him again? I reached for my phone, unlocking the screen, hoping for at least a text explanation from him. But there were only a few from an unknown number, which I didn’t open, instead going for the list that popped up from Freya’s number.
Had she done something to Alex? I hadn’t thought her the killer, though plenty of signs pointed to her. Maybe I was just that bad a judge of character. What did that say for the rest of my life and the people I cared about then?
I’m sorry.Freya’s first text read.
I should have thought it through. I know you’re happy where you are. And I’m glad you’ve found Alex. He seems good for you.
It was stupid. Keep the computer and software. Please don’t stop designing. You’ve amazing talent even if you’re not running around with media attention.
I’m sorry you’re leaving early, but I understand.
Alex says you’re very angry. And while I’m sad that it’s at me, I’m happy because ever since your breakup with Tim you’ve been very reserved, almost cold. I’ve worried for a while that he really damaged you.
It wasn’t Tim who hurt me. I wasn’t sure it was related to our relationship at all. It had been my disappearance and how the world had treated me afterward. Like I’d been at fault, the victimizer instead of the victim. Always looked at with question, doubt, and accusations. How dare I make people worry? How dare I make people search for me? How dare I ask anyone to care about me?