Page 39 of Beautiful Disaster

“It’s been a heavy day.”

“Yeah…”

Once he’s dry, I carry him in my arms and bring him back to bed. There don’t seem to be any wet spots, so I lay him down.

I get under the blankets with him, covering us both. He curls right back into me like a gravitational pull and is out like a light.

The situation with Jinx is far more complex than I anticipated. I knew he’d have an emotional response, but not as he had earlier. Decades of pain exploded out of him. I’m not sure if I did the right thing, but for now, he’s calm and sleeping in my arms. His fingers are curled into my chest, and his breath is puffing on my skin as he snores lightly.

And when I called him precious, he was in complete denial. He fights off any sort of kind words. He probably doesn’t trust them. Or he hates himself. I truly hope it’s not the latter.

It took all I had to keep my hard-on and not stop while making love to him. He needed some tenderness… I think. But it was damn triggering. The last time someone melted down like that was when Jude did. This time, I’m not turning away from Jinx. He deserves more than that. So did Jude.

I kiss his head, and he stirs against me, but doesn’t roll away.

Soon, I find myself exhausted. It’s been a very long weekend.

My eyes blink open to gray skies again. I didn’t get enough sleep last night, so my eyes are burning and my head hurts a little. Two nights without much sleep will be hard on me. Perhaps I should invest in blackout curtains.

I’ve always loved the panoramic view surrounding my home, and I’m such an early riser, but now I regret not closing the curtains.

I’m also cold. I reach around to find Jinx missing. Judging by the lack of warmth, he’s been up for a while.

I reach for my phone to see that it’s after ten in the morning. My heart races, and I bolt upright. Ten? I’ve never slept past seven. Jesus. No wonder Jinx is up and about already.

After I use the restroom, brush my teeth, and get dressed in sweats and a T-shirt, I go in search of Jinx. As soon as I’m downstairs, I’m hit with the scents of coffee and eggs.

When I enter the kitchen, I’m hit with a perfectly smooth, round, and bubbly ass. Isn’t he cold?

He must sense my presence because he turns around and gives me a beaming smile that nearly stops my heart. He’s clearly feeling better. In fact, he looks completely refreshed, with bright eyes.

“Morning! I hope you don’t mind me snooping around your kitchen so I can feed us,” he says, moving around as if he’s lived here all his life. He opens the fridge, bends over, exposing his hole. I swear to god, he’s doing that on purpose. When he keeps rummaging around, I know he is. “The horses have already been fed and taken care of.”

“That’s kind of you,” I say, stalking toward him. When I stand behind him, I tilt my head and slide my finger between the crease of his cheeks and graze it over the rim of muscle. He freezes for a second, then pushes out for more.

My cock responds happily, but I’m not going to fuck him. We are officially on the Dom/sub clock now. It’s what he wants, so he can have it. Hell, it’s what I want, too.

I slip my finger inside him, pull him upright, and shut the refrigerator door. “How is it possible for you to be sweet, helpful, and a brat at the same time?”

“It’s a gift,” he retorts, but he can’t hide the breath that escapes him.

“It certainly is.”

With my free hand, I cup him between his legs. He’s rock hard. I tug and tease his length. He’s not the only one who can torment. “Are you tempting me, brat?”

A groan slips out of him. “Is it working?”

“No.”

I keep working on his cock enough to get him worked up, then I remove my hands and step back.

He rests his hand on the counter to hold himself up and drops his head. “Ugh, no fair.”

“Naughty boys don’t get to come. Now, pour me some coffee, and make it just the way I like it. Then, bring me my breakfast on the enclosed porch.”

“I thought you weren’t going to call me boy,” he says as I’m walking off.

I stop in my tracks, but I don’t turn around. “When you’re being a bratty imp…” I leave and enter the enclosure. It’s cold in here, so I start a fire.