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Chapter twenty

Flyn

T his is the best omelet I have ever had. Jade is watching me keenly, as if he thinks I’m about to keel over. He really is the sweetest guy ever.

I’m bundled in my bathrobe, sitting at my tiny table eating a breakfast that Jade cooked for me. My whole flat looks suspiciously clean and my ass feels wonderfully well-used.

Sweet baby Jesus, I can’t even remember how many times we did it last night. I seriously lost count. My memories are a big blur of never-ending Os. It was incredible. And now he has made me breakfast. I am one lucky man.

I’m never, ever telling him that in the world of gay hookups, tops are never, ever this caring. They just want to pound and go. And then block you.

If Jade knew how special he was, I might lose him. He is drop dead gorgeous, fantastic in bed, and he cooks and cleans. He’s a unicorn, and if people knew about how perfect he is, they’d try to steal him from me.

“I only know how to make omelets,” Jade says. “I don’t know how to make all the stuff you made me.” He flashes me an almost guilty look.

I take a swig of the freshly squeezed orange juice. “Jade, my man. This is the best omelet in the universe. I’d offer to teach you how to cook the other dishes, but then you’d outshine me. ”

Jade chuckles as warmth and humor light up his eyes. It’s a damn good look on him. Hopefully, this look will start to replace the haunted, wary and shy look he normally wears.

“Are you finished?” he asks.

“Sure am,” I say as I pat my belly.

“I could make some more?” Jade bites his bottom lip.

I smile. “I’m full, thanks.”

Jade stares at me for a moment. Like he is trying to see if I’m lying. After a few heartbeats, he nods decisively.

“In that case, shower time.”

My eyebrows rise. “Yes boss!”

Jade’s cheeks flush. He looks so cute I can’t help grinning. Even when he herds me into the bathroom.

“You joining me?” I tease.

“Yes,” he states, as he starts undressing.

Wow. Okay, suddenly I’m a lot more interested in this shower. Like, a whole heap more looking forward to it.

I fumble a bit with the tie on my robe, but I’m done soon enough. I shrug it off my shoulders and just like that, I’m naked.

Jade’s eyes widen, and his cheeks flush again. His eyes are roaming all over me. Looking at me like he is a starving man and I’m cake.

“You’re so handsome,” he says softly.

Compared to him, I’m really not. But I love that he thinks so. We are going to be one of those mismatched couples where everyone always wonders how I caught him. But sod them. Jade likes the way I look, and that’s the only thing that matters.

I give him my best flirtatious wink and step into the shower.

Jade follows close behind me. He lets me turn the shower on and set the temperature, but he snatches the washcloth from my hands the moment I pick it up.

Before I can say anything, he starts washing me with great care. Running the cloth over my back.

Slowly, diligently, he gently scrubs every part of my body. It’s a bit sexy, but it’s mostly sweet and achingly tender .

Then, with the same care and attention, he washes my hair. Nobody has done this for me since I was a kid. It feels amazing. It’s making me feel cherished and special. I really, really could get used to this.

Suddenly, the water stops. I blink in disorientation. I must have completely zoned out.

Jade bundles me in towels and guides me to the bedroom. As I sit on the bed, a slight wince escapes me.

“Are you sore?” Jade exclaims in a tone of pure horror.

“Only in the best way,” I grin.

His eyes narrow. He looks very unimpressed. “Can I check?”

My eyebrows rise. “You want to check my ass?”

Jade nods. His expression is extremely serious. He really is worried that he has hurt me. Such a sweetheart.

I roll over so that I’m bent over the bed. If it’s going to put his mind at rest, I don’t mind. Yesterday he was licking my hole, so having him look at it shouldn’t be a big deal.

I force a swallow down my throat. Yikes, actually, this is strangely intimate. It feels way more intimate than having my ass eaten.

He stands behind me and lifts up the towel. I reach back and spread my cheeks. It’s hard not to squirm as he stares at me.

“It’s still puffy,” he says hoarsely.

“That’s fine,” I say. Even though I know he has to know this. The poor guy was kept as a sex slave. He must know everything there is to know about taking care of himself and his friends.

Air currents shiver over me as Jade shifts position. I think he has dropped down to his knees.

“Can I…”

“Yes!” I squeak.

Then I squeal as his soft wet tongue runs gently over my sore hole. I can feel him so intensely. Everything is so extra sensitive down there after a night of being pounded so very well by him. It feels exquisite.

I whimper into the mattress. He licks and licks. Soft and gentle. Wet and warm. The pleasure it zings into me is languorous. Lazy like a summer day. Soporific, like soaking in a hot bubble bath.

My orgasm builds and builds. I’m surprised I have any cum left in me after last night, but apparently my body is gearing up to blow one more time. When it comes, it feels like it’s brimming over. It’s not an explosion of fireworks, iIt’s a swell and a surge. Washing over me. Cleansing me.

As it recedes, my power of speech returns.

“You are the best boyfriend ever,” I breathe out in a daze.

Jade chuckles. “That’s the goal.”

He’s trying to sound nonchalant, like he is joking, but I can hear the undercurrents in the tone of his voice.

He is acknowledging what we are. Accepting it.

We both are. We are boyfriends. And even more incredibly, he wants to be the best boyfriend in the world.

He means his words like a vow. His new life purpose is to be the boyfriend he believes I deserve.

My heart thumps. It beats with hope and all the excitement of a new future.

My limbs are still weak, though. Jade has turned them into wet noodles. I crawl all the way onto the bed and flop down on my side. Jade joins me and spoons me from behind. A sigh of pure, contented bliss escapes from my soul. Life really cannot get any better than this.

A few minutes later, and the soft sound of Jade’s snores reach my ears. Bless him. I had a suspicion that he didn’t sleep last night.

Whereas I slept like a baby. Followed by a lovely breakfast and a refreshing shower. Then a nice orgasm. All in all, now that my muscles are recovering from shooting my load all over the bed, I’m feeling rejuvenated and not at all sleepy.

Carefully, I slip out of bed. I’m an awful fidget when I’m awake. I’ll only disturb Jade. So I’ll go watch some rubbish TV while he naps .

Stopping only to grab some clean clothes, I tiptoe out of the bedroom. I throw my clothes on and plonk myself down on the sofa. Daytime TV is awful, but I kinda like it.

As I get settled, a wave of happiness tingles through me. This is turning out to be the most perfect day of my life. I wish I could relive it forever. A fantastic groundhog day.

Going to work tomorrow is going to suck. I want this quiet, simple domesticity with Jade to never end. It’s perfect.

A couple of hours later, I hear a strange noise from the bedroom. I get to my feet and head to the bedroom to check on Jade. I ease open the door just a crack, and then I freeze.

Nothing I am seeing makes any sense.

Am I having a stroke? Did I fall asleep on the sofa and now I am dreaming? What the hell is happening?

It looks like Jade is out of bed, but still naked. That’s fine, that bit makes sense. What is unbelievable, is Jade drawing strange symbols on my walls. Strange symbols that are glowing. Glowing a bright neon green.

“Jade?” I whisper in a shaky voice.

No response. Nothing. Shit, is he okay?

I stride up to him. He is fully focused on his task. He is mumbling under his breath. I can’t really see his eyes because he is staring intently at the glowing patterns he is making, but what I can see looks glazed. Like the lights are on, but no one is home.

“Jade?”

I try shaking his shoulder. It’s like trying to shake a statue. Damn. This can’t be good.

His finger dances over the grotty plaster and luminescence springs to life. It’s pretty, but it’s making the hairs rise on the back of my neck.

I take a shuddering breath. Okay, I really don’t think I’m hallucinating. This feels far too real. Therefore, Jade is doing some sort of magic. Therefore, magic must be real .

Sorcha was right. But now is not the time to be thinking about five-year-olds. I need to be thinking about what to do, because magic may be real, but this is sure as hell not right. I can tell that much.

My mind whirls. Jade sure is mysterious, always has been. And his friends were so damn cagey. As well as unnervingly good looking. And Gray? That dude was downright terrifying. All in all, everyone was as mysterious as Jade.

Okay, so it seems highly likely they are all down with this magic-being-real stuff, so they should know what to do.

I turn and run to the kitchen. Jade left his phone on the counter. I grab it, run back to the bedroom, and hold it up to his face. He doesn’t seem to see it, but the camera sees him and unlocks.

I snatch it back and pull up the call log. The last call was to a Ned. That’s one of his friends, isn’t it? The one who refused to be called Indigo? The grumpy brunette?

I hit call.

It rings twice. “Is Flyn still ok?”

My heart thumps. Jade was worried about me and called his friend? That’s so sweet.

“Um… I’m fine,” I blurt. Then I look back up at Jade. He is still muttering and drawing. My wall is nearly all glowing now. “But I’m not sure Jade is.”