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“I just…I didn’t want to lie and let you keep babying me–I’m fine–”

“Oh, baby,” he sighed playfully, smiling so warmly down at me as his soapy hands moved down my stomach. “I’m going to baby you until the end of time because I like doing it–no injury required,” he mused, turning me around to start washing my back.

He towered over me, so when I felt his lips next to my ear, I knew it was intentional. He kissed the shell softly, humming under his breath as his hand worked over every inch of me.

Every inch.

His hand slipped between my cheeks, massaging soft circles on the muscle ring and gently pressing his thumb against it–testing the waters. My skin was on fire, and I was leaning all my weight on the tiled wall in front of me, breathing out nervous moans.

“I always take care of you, right, baby?” he whispered, kissing my neck softly as his large hand closed around the base of my shaft.

As Knight, he knew well that I very rarely came just once. I loved the feeling and would suffer through some sensitivity to feel it a second time almost every time–it was something Knight always found amusing.

Nodding slowly, I dropped my head to the cool tile as his thumb slipped into me.

The feeling was new and weird, but I wasn’t really against it. Maybe it helped that he started stroking me long and slow, pulling out his thumb to sink a longer finger inside of me slowly.

My back arched away from him, yet that only seemed to push my lower half closer to him. I couldn’t really explain what it was, but I knew I liked it and was craving more of whatever the feeling was from him.

My mind went blank the more he played with me, attacking me from all ends. His mouth on my neck, his fingers inside me, and his hand jerking me in a way that was all new in every way. I was finding that I was so boring–even alone–before Landon.

“You’re being so good for me, baby,” he whispered, nipping at the sensitive mark he'd left on my neck. “Being so brave and trying something new–I’m so proud of you.”

Shiver after shiver ran down my spine, settling low in a growing weight in my balls. My eyes couldn’t stay open, and no words were forming on my tongue–just deranged sounds that were maybe part of Landon’s name.

“Close, baby?” he asked knowingly, chuckling at my overly excited head nod and whine against the tile. “Then cum for me, Sammy.”

It was too much.

Too much sensation in too many places for me to do anything other than cry out for him and sink back into him. I felt my muscles turn to cooked spaghetti, falling back into him and letting him just get me there.

“Oh, good boy,” he breathed, kissing the top of my head and working his hand slowly to somehow match every wave of pleasure in my body perfectly.

If my brain was fried before, it was fucking burnt out now.

The only thing left in it was just Landon.

Landon’s smile.

Landon’s laugh.

Landon’s hands.

Landon.

Chapter 30

Landon

Sam snored when he slept.

Metal might have snored, but it was hard to know for sure, since I'd only been on the phone with him a few times while he slept.

Sam slept for a long time after our shower, clinging to me and drooling on my chest. I’d never actually slept with another person, and it was surprisingly warm.

Like, I was really glad Sam was okay with sleeping naked because I couldn’t imagine doing this with clothes on–I’d overheat.

Sleep never found me–it was weird. I was comfortable and happy–far happier than I'd been the past month and every bit as happy as I thought I'd be when I met metal.