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“Thanks.” I snuggled into the bed beside him. Once the cookies were gone, and milk empty, he put the dishes on the end table and reached for a remote that killed the lights. The apartment was silent, just the quiet whir of the air-conditioner. I wiggled closer to Micah, until I could smell his Christmas scent and reach Jet’s furred side. Jet had a paw curled around Micah’s arm. I reached out and petted the cat for a bit, closing my eyes and letting the texture ease the last of my anxiety away. I counted backward, expecting it to take a while to fall asleep, but it didn’t. And even after all I’d experienced on the ghost tour, I didn’t dream of deserts or fallen soldiers. I dreamt of cookies, cats, and cosplay boys.

Chapter 16

At first I wasn’t sure what had roused me. The hiss of a cat was unfamiliar enough to have me jolting up in bed. I hadn’t put the eye mask on and the room was its normal semi-dark with multicolored lights outside. Jet sat in front of the door, hissing and yowling at it, while the knob rattled.

I had to admit, heroics weren’t my first thought. Instant fear carved agony into my gut. A glance back at Micah proved him to be awake and ghost white with terror. I threw back the blanket ready to get up and confront whatever the fuck it was and demand it leave us alone, but he grabbed my hand.

“Don’t,” he begged.

“You said it didn’t do that anymore. Not since you got Jet.”

“Apparently I was wrong.” He climbed out of the bed, keeping his distance from the door but not letting me go. Instead he tugged me toward the loft.

“Micah?”

“It can’t get in. All the windows and the door are painted with a mix of salt and holy water. Had the place blessed by both the Catholic church and voodoo priestesses. It’s never gotten in.” Yet he ran like hiding in the loft could turn off his terror. We stumbled into the small space above and Micah frantically dug into one of the chests for something, then found some sort of mat like thing and pulled it out. He laid it over the rug, then added a blanket to the top and got under it, holding it open for me. “Please,” he begged when I didn’t move.

I could still hear Jet’s angry hissing from below and the vague rattle of the knob, but I crawled beneath the blanket with him. The entire loft was sort of like a big blanket fort. All it needed was a few little curtains to block off the rest of the main area. Micah curled up into my arms, trembling, his face buried in my shoulder, and his lithe body pressed against mine.

Of all the inconvenient times to wake up with wood. And of course, my hip hurt, perhaps from being overworked from all the walking, or even the climb up the stairs. The sound of the air-conditioner kicking in downstairs covered up the sounds from the door. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding and let some of the fear go away. A thousand things could be at the door, or nothing at all. Micah needed reassurance more than I needed answers.

“You’re safe,” I told him. I kissed Micah’s head, brushing his hair off his face and holding him close. He tilted his head, lips finding mine, not with the butterfly kisses I’d been giving him all night, but a fierce, possessive kiss which I couldn’t recall ever experiencing before in my life.

His tongue dueled mine, mouth feeding at my lips like I still had the crumbs of cookies on them. I tried to mimic him, but gave up the battle and let him explore. He shoved me onto my back, straddling my hips and kissed me. That was okay. Well more than okay. My body was on fire with need for him, but I could live with kissing. He could have every bit of me in that moment if that was what he wanted.

His fingers stroked my face as the intensity of his kisses eased a little. He slid back until his ass was parked over my groin, and my erection nestled in-between the spread of his legs. Even with the fabric separating us, I could feel the heat of him, the shape of his crack and the swell of his balls where the head of my cock was nestled. I groaned, trying not to move my hips despite my body saying,fuck yeah. Each time I moved pain echoed through my hip, sharp and unforgiving.

“Fuck,” I grumbled into Micah’s lips. “Worst time ever for my hip to go out. Getting old sucks.”

Micah chuckled a little and pressed a hand to my right hip. “This one?”

“Yeah. Cracked it ages back. Took forever to heal. Doctors said it would be weak for the rest of my life. Sometimes it feels like the joints don’t fit together right anymore.”

Micah put his other hand on my cock, stroking me through the boxers. “But the pain isn’t bad enough to wilt this.”

“Apparently not,” I agreed. “It’s only a little ache in my hip.” Though I knew if I tried to move it too much it would really begin to hurt.

He sighed against my lips and kissed me again. “Can we have sex?” He asked, bluntly. “I’d really like to have sex with you.”

“Um, okay?”

“That doesn’t sound all that certain,” Micah said.

I wasn’t sure now, while something was downstairs scaring the cat, was a good time to get our groove on. Was Micah even awake enough to be in the right mindset? Was it fear driving him to want me? I thought about all the porn I’d watched in my life and the romance novels I’d read. What was it in the books that had always been a turn on when someone was afraid and seeking physical comfort? It was always the slow, discovery love making, right? I could do that. I probably wouldn’t last long myself, but I was pretty sure I could get him off a time or two.

I reached up to cup the back of his neck with my hand and bring him down for another kiss. This time I led a slow and sensuous dance, exploring the shape of his lips, and the taste of his tongue.

“Hmm,” Micah grumbled. I wasn’t sure if it was a good or a bad response, but he wasn’t pulling away. “Don’t want slow,” he told me after a few minutes and a dozen similar kisses. “I’m not made of glass.”

“I thought maybe I could worship you for a bit. You know, like they do in romance novels.”

He tilted his head to look at me and I wondered how much he could make out in the pale light of the loft. “That’s sweet, but I’d rather you fuck me.”

“Not sure I can at the moment since my hip is being a bitch,” I pointed out.

He seemed to consider that. “I can ride you.”

Oh boy did that make my dick twitch at the thought.