Page 5 of The Trust (As Above)
Jordan
“Baby,” Mac chuckles but it’s raspy and thick and I fall a little bit more in love with the sound of it. “Don’t pass out yet. I need to clean you up.”
I’m boneless. A pile of nothing but meat on the bed, unable to do much past rolling away from the mess I left on the sheets.
“Can’t,” I mutter. “Fucked senseless.”
A tired laugh sputters past my boyfriend’s lips, and I think I smile. I’m not certain my face actually moves with the command from my brain, though.
“You’re kinda cute when you’re drained.”
Cracking an eye open, I flip him a middle finger and snag his pillow. I tuck it into my arms despite his protests and bury my face in the rich, sweet scent my boyfriend left behind on its case.
It swirls around inside my chest, settling right in the center, and I feel myself loosen. Sink farther into the bed. Slip real close to unconsciousness.
There’s a waft of air behind me that makes me shiver.
“Spread your legs,” Mac mumbles and takes something warm and wet right down my crack when I do. There’s a dabbing over my hole and I hiss as the ache of it finally settles in my body. “I know, I know. Just a little more, baby.”
“Torture,” I mutter and squeeze the pillow harder.
“That’s not what I heard.”
I grunt and shift my legs together, closing him out.
“Tired.”
“Babe, there’s lube on your back.” I can hear the smile in his voice as he attempts to swipe the cloth over whatever he sees.
“Don’t care.”
Snagging his wrist, I tug him down and replace his pillow with the real thing against my chest. My nose finds his hair and my arms skate over smooth skin and hard muscle to hook around whatever part of him I can hold.
I just need him close.
Close enough to feel his warmth, his love, filling up the empty parts of me. His scent, though he kinda smells like a campfire, overtaking the memory of smoke as I sink closer to sleep.
His arms snaking around me, holding me tightly, like there’s some part of him that needs something similar.
I have to protect him .
It’s not just my job as his bodyguard, but as his partner—I mean boyfriend.
Six months .
For six months, we have been just like this. Clinging to each other in the dark.
Is it enough for him?
Am I?
Is there a way to be out in the open without hurting him?