Page 97 of So I'll Know
“Shhh, I’m so sorry, Jer. I’m so sorry I did this. It’s all my fault.”
I cry until there’s nothing left in my body, and everything just feels itchy and achy. I sway on my feet, feeling a little dizzy, and Marcus helps me to the bed and lays me down, tucking me under the covers.
I hide my face in the pillow, knowing he’s about to leave. I don’t want him to. I don’t want to be alone. I miss him.
But instead of hearing his departing footsteps, the bed dips and he lays a gentle kiss on the top of my head. “I’m going to talk to Tris for a minute, but I’ll be right back.”
“Promise?” I whimper into my pillow.
“I promise,” he says earnestly. Then he stands, and I hear the door open. The walls are paper-thin, so their muffled voices carry easily.
“I’m going to stay.”
“Okay” comes Tristan’s reply.
“Will you tell Marion that he’s okay?”
“Yeah.” There’s a pause. “Don’t hurt him again, Marcus.”
Then I hear the door close and Marcus’s footfalls as he reenters my bedroom. I peek at him and watch him strip down to a T-shirt and his boxers and climb into bed with me, pulling my back against his chest. T scampers into the room and jumps onto the bed with a chirp, settling between Marcus’s legs. I think he missed the asshole almost as much as I did.
I grip Marcus’s hand tightly, our fingers locking together, and his lips graze the back of my neck. “I always wanted you, Jer. I wanted you too much.”
“I just . . . I need to hold your hand. So I’ll know.”
“So you’ll know what?”
“That you’ll stay.”
He squeezes me back. I shouldn’t let him do this. We haven’t really resolved anything, but he’s warm and smells good, and for the first time in a while, I feel safe. Within minutes, I’m asleep.
Marcus is still therewhen I wake up, our bodies tangled together, morning wood digging into my ass crack. I consider wiggling my butt, but I’m not sure if this is a reconciliation or something impermanent, and I’m terrified of the latter. So I hold my breath and enjoy the warmth of Marcus’s skin against mine.
After a few minutes, his arm tightens around me, his stubble scraping my shoulder. Marcus shifts his hips and then groans, which, of course, goes straight to my dick.
“I’m sorry,” he rumbles. “I know we need to talk, but I haven’t gotten off in weeks, and I’m so horny right now.”
My eyes widen. “You haven’t gotten off since we . . .”
He shakes his head, and for some reason, that fact makes my stomach flutter. And I’m also a little smug.
“Have you?” His hand slides lower, down my abs, gently tracing my skin.
“Obviously,” I snark. “I have needs.”
He sighs happily. “I missed that cheeky mouth.” His voice is low and husky, and just the sound sends heat into my groin. I swallow the lusty whimper that wants to leave my throat when his fingers graze the top of my pubic hair, and I don’t protest when his large hand pushes my pajama pants below my ass and wraps around my cock with a firm pull.
“Fuck,” I whine, already about to come. It’s ridiculous, but also, it feels amazing.
Marcus pulls his own cock free and grinds against my ass while he jacks me slowly. His breaths pick up until he’s panting against my neck.
“Jeremy, you feel incredible. This is going to be embarrassingly quick.”
“Agreed,” I say breathlessly.
Marcus presses his hips against my ass and grunts, warm cum flooding between our bodies, and the sensation is so filthy that I come seconds later with a soft, strangled cry, my orgasm quick and powerful as I unload into Marcus’s fist.
We lie there listening to each other breathe for a few minutes before Marcus rises and gets a warm washcloth from the hallway bathroom. I watch him as he straddles me and tenderly cleans the cum from my body before wiping away his own and then tossing the towel into the hamper.
