Page 103 of Wayward

“We’re gonna hyphenate your name to Gorev-Malloy. Nobody’s gonna think twice about you being anybody else with a name like that.”

“Why am I hyphenating?” I asked, always without fail getting pulled into nonsensical conversations with him where we talked about impossible plans and future scenarios that I loved.

“You’re gonna be mine. Why’re you playing at this?”

“Yours, you say?”

“Yes,” he groused, easing slowly, tenderly from my body and then instantly rolling me onto my side so he could spoon me. “All mine.”

“These sheets will never recover,” I assured him. “And your cum is leaking out of me.”

“I know,” he said, sliding his hand down my hip and then over my ass, slipping his middle finger inside me.

“Oh God,” I moaned, squirming from being overly sensitized and with how good it felt.

“You’re incredible,” he said, and moved fast, sliding down my side until his mouth was pressing between my ass cheeks, his tongue lapping over my used hole. “You taste amazing.”

“That’s—oh,” I gasped. “It’s you you’re tasting,” I reminded him.

“Oh, well, my cum is good out of your ass.”

I sighed deeply. “No one who ever looks at you would think you’re like this in bed.”

“Of course not,” he said, cackling as he moved back up my body until his dick caught on my ass, and then he pressed back inside, hardening with every passing second. “Only you know because you’re the only one in bed with me.”

“I can’t go again. I don’t have your—”

“Oh no?” His breath on my ear, the gravelly, rough sound of his voice, rolled right through me. When he stroked my cock, I jolted against him, and my cock thickened in his hand. “I think you’ve never been in bed with the right man,” he said, pressing his cum to my shoulder along with his kisses. “Because you want me bad.”

The second time there were only drops that leaked from the end of my cock, and he came inside me again and made a mess of both of us. I couldn’t stop smiling.

“I’ve never been in bed with anyone but you without a condom,” he confessed after a few moments of silence. “Even Dean. It just never felt right.”

“But it felt right with me?”

“It never even crossed my mind with you. There could be nothing between us.”

“Well, I’ve never been in bed with anyone, ever,” I told him. “That being said, I’ve never fucked without a condom. I’m not stupid.”

“I know that,” he said, grinning at me. “You’re one of the smartest people I know, so yeah, we’re good.”

“Of course we are,” I agreed, letting him roll me sideways into his arms so he could do as he wanted and tuck me tight to his heart.

“And I really like the sound of Gorev-Malloy. I mean, you sound so international.”

I rolled my eyes as he raked his fingers through my hair.

We both heard it then, the pitiful howl from the other side of the door.

“No,” he said.

“Misha Gorev-Malloy,” I whispered, kissing under his jaw.

“Little shit,” he muttered as I sat up. I pulled the covers up so the mess we made was covered, and he rolled out of bed, crossed the room, and opened the door a crack.

Misha darted in, ran around the bed, realized there was no way up, and then whined until Gale picked him up and put him on the end. He tumbled over to me, received pets and kisses, and then once Gale returned to bed and I snuggled into his shoulder, Misha curled up into a ball at my nape.

“You can’t take back Misha Gorev-Malloy,” he made clear, his hand in my hair before he kissed my forehead. “That’s a done deal.”