Page 35 of True Sight (Nat. 20, #4)

“It’s not too much.” I reach my hand out and grab his neck to pull him back into me.

When our lips meet again and I press my tongue into his mouth, he groans deeply.

Our cocks press into one another, needy and at attention.

I drop my hand to his cock and wrap my hand around it, slowly starting to move it up and down.

He groans again, filling the shower with the sounds of his pleasure, and brings a hand to my hair.

He grips it tightly as I start to work him faster and bring his free hand to my cock and he starts to work me too.

I pull my lips from his and growl, “Jesus, you’re good at that.”

“I have a few years of experience,” he replies with a hint of pride in his voice.

“Am I doing it how you like? I want to make you feel good, like you make me feel good.”

He releases my hair and brings his hand over mine, guiding me to show me how he likes it. “You’re doing a very good job, love. Now be a good boy and get me off with your hand.”

“I wish that name didn’t make me as hot as it does,” I groan as his hand starts to get me off. My teeth find the top of his shoulder and I bite into his flesh as I feel myself grow in his hand.

He leans in and speaks into my ear. “That’s a good boy, I know you want to finish. I feel you getting harder for me.”

A guttural moan comes from the back of my throat as he takes me completely over the edge and I finish in his hand.

Still guiding me, his hand moves mine as I work his hard cock and it isn’t long before he reaches his finish too.

He moans and forces his lips to my own as he does and I feel his entire body shake and shudder.

“You’re a very fast learner,” he quips as he works to catch his breath. The water continues to pour over us from the showerhead and I’ve never been so grateful for excellent water pressure.

“You’re a very good teacher,” I say back, leaning in and kissing his neck.

He chuckles before pulling away to look at me. “We should probably shower now.”

“Probably, yeah. And stop wasting so much water.”

“I’m sorry, but I just had a great time and when a great time is had, there is no such thing as wasting.”

I only smirk at him before turning around to grab the shampoo bottle.

We both take turns washing our hair and getting clean, stealing kisses from one another as we do.

At one point he even massages the conditioner into my hair after telling me I haven’t done it the proper way.

This is another first for me—showering with another person.

I mentally add it to the growing note of firsts I’m collecting because of him.

One of many to have already happened and hopefully, I think to myself, many more to come.

Our mid-morning meeting quickly becomes a whole day affair.

After we shower and get dressed, we both agree that we’re starving and order dinner.

After eating, we take Annie for a walk and are now on the couch in the same position we had been this weekend—with him lying on top of me, his head on my chest. I have a piece of his auburn hair between my thumb and index finger and am twirling it in small circles.

“What’s your favorite thing to do when you’re not working?” he asks and I can feel his voice vibrate against my chest.

“Hangout with my friends,” I answer quickly.

“What do you guys do when you hangout?” He twists his head around and looks at me with his chin pressing into my chest.

“We sometimes go to my friend Malcolm’s bar. His mentor left it to him after he passed so he’s there a lot.”

“I’m sorry for his loss, that must have been hard.” The somber tone of his voice reminds me of just how hard it was for Malcolm just earlier this year.

“Yeah, it was hard but he’s strong. One of the strongest people I know, actually.

” I laugh to myself just thinking about what Malcolm would do if he heard me speaking about him like this.

Probably make some stupid remark and call me ‘Connie’ which would annoy me and make me want to throat punch him.

“And when you’re not at the bar?”

I pause and think about it, twirling his hair a few more times. “When we aren’t at the bar we usually play games together.”

This catches his attention and he pushes himself up a little further. “Games? What kinds of games?”

“Mostly one game. You ever heard of Dungeons and Dragons?”

His eyebrows stretch and his mouth falls open before he bursts into a fit of laughs. “You’re joking.”

“I’m really not,” I relent, shaking my head at him.

“Dungeons and Dragons? Isn’t that a role playing game, with the dice and the storytelling?”

“The very same. We get together every Wednesday at my friend Kolbi’s place and play. Our current campaign has been going on for over two years.”

He pauses for a moment and smiles at me before lowering himself back down onto my chest. The way he’s positioned is almost like he’s hugging me with his arms stretched around my torso and his cheek resting right around my heart.

“I think that’s really nice,” he finally says .

“You do? Most people think it’s nerdy or stupid.”

“I don’t think anything you do is stupid, but you are a nerd.

A pretty hot one, too, if I may add.” My laughing causes him to bounce a few times before he falls quiet.

I look towards his face and realize his eyes are closed.

Then, his index finger starts to tap on my chest in a rhythmic beat.

I watch as he continues to tap and wonder what he’s doing.

He seems to sense my confusion and speaks before I have to ask.

“It’s your heartbeat.” His finger taps a few more times. “I’m not sure what the science is behind it but listening to it relaxes me. It helps me calm down, breathe easier. Does a much better job than the monthly refills I get at the pharmacy.”

“Monthly refills?” I ask and hope I haven’t crossed a boundary.

“Anti-anxiety and antidepressants. Been on them for a few years now—they help my brain steady out.”

“Oh…” I feel my heart sink in my chest.

“Some of us go to therapy, some of us use medication. All of it is good.” He squeezes my hand before pressing it to his lips.

“No, of course. It’s all good. I’m still sorry, though, that you have to take them.”

“I’m not,” he says bluntly. “It does what I need it to do, which is keep me healthy. I’m grateful everyday for my medicine.”

“That’s a really good way to think about it,” I say. He looks up at me and presses himself up to kiss me. When he does, the sound of a key being inserted into my front door cuts through the apartment.

“Miller, you home? I’ve texted you like five times and you haven’t answered.

I’m coming in to make sure you’re not dead and Annie isn’t eating your rotting corpse,” Margaret calls out and pushes the door open.

Henry and I scramble to our feet and jump away from one another.

When she sees I’m with someone her eyes go wide and bounce between the two of us.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you had company.” She sounds surprised and I can see her trying to put the pieces together.

“Margaret, hey. Can I talk to you outside for a minute?” I hurry towards her and grab her arm, dragging her back into the hallway. She spins around quickly to look at me once my door is closed.

“What the hell did I just walk in on?” she nearly shrieks.

“Would you keep your voice down, the neighbors will hear you,” I bark at her. “What the hell are you doing here? How did you get a key to my place?”

“You gave it to me, remember? After you got Annie you gave me a key in case you ever needed someone to come and let her out. Your turn.” She pushes her index finger into my shoulder so hard I have to take a step back to catch myself.

“He’s just a friend—” I start but she cuts me off.

“Oh yeah? Do you do those things with your other friends? Have you ever cuddled up with Malcolm or Hank like that?” Her hands are on her hips as she looks at me sternly.

“Margaret, stop, please ,” I beg, gritting my teeth.

“Is he your boyfriend? Are you?—”

“I don’t know,” I cut her off before she can say the word I’ve been avoiding.

“It’s okay if you are, Mills. I’ll still love you if you…have male friends,” she hesitates as she speaks.

“God, don’t put it like that.” I groan.

“Well, how else am I supposed to put it? He’s a male, you call him your friend. ‘Male friend’ seems pretty appropriate for this situation,” she hisses as her hands flail wildly around her head.

My hands scrub down my face. “Look, this, him, me, it’s all brand new, okay? I’m still figuring it all out.”

“How do you know him?”

“He’s a client of mine—” I start to explain.

“God, what is it with our group and sleeping with their clients?” she scoffs to herself and crosses her arms. She pulls her lips into a tight line and glances up at me again.

“Do the guys know?”

“Fuck, no, they don’t know. And I’m not telling them so I would appreciate it if you kept this between us.”

“Of course, Mills. I won’t say anything to anyone. I swear ,” she adds when I raise an eyebrow at her.

“Thank you. Now, as you can see, I have company and I would very much like to get back inside.” I take a step around her to head back in when she stops me.

“Wait,” she calls out and I turn to look at her. “Can I meet him?”

I take a deep breath and want to say no but by the way she’s looking at me, I know this is important. She and I have grown close this year and outside of my three friends, she’s my biggest confidant. I know in my core I can trust her with whatever developing thing is going on between Henry and me.

“Sure.”

She follows me back inside and when the door opens, he stands from the couch where he had been petting Annie. I walk to stand beside him and look nervously between the two of them.

“Margaret, this is Henry. Henry, this is my friend, Margaret.”

He loops an arm around my waist and pulls me into his side proudly before giving her the biggest smile and offering her his hand. “It’s lovely to meet you, Margaret.”

She takes his hand, completely dumbfounded and shakes it, looking between the two of us. Slowly, a smile grows on her face and she sinks her head down into her shoulders which is something she does when she gets excited.

“You two are so fucking cute,” she squeals and pulls us into a hug.

And just like that, my Henry is no longer just mine.