Page 67 of Healing the Twin


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“I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“I don’t.”

“Did you sleep well? You were exhausted.”

“I did. Probably the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a long time.”

“Really?”

He looked away. “I sleep better with someone next to me.”

I didn’t know why that made me happy, but it did. “Glad to be of service.” I checked the time. “It’s almost eight, by the way. Are you working today?”

“No, I’m off for the next five days.”

“How did you manage that?”

“By planning it months in advance and hiring a replacement for emergencies. All my patients have been informed, so fingers crossed they’ll remember and won’t call me.”

“For your sake, I hope so too. You need some time off. I’ll grab a shower if that’s okay, and then I’ll be out of your hair.”

He put a hand on my arm. “Don’t. I mean, I don’t want you to go. You can stay.”

“You don’t want to enjoy the solitude?”

“That’s not what I need.”

I frowned. “Then what do you need?”

He inhaled sharply. “I need to not be ‘on’ for a few days, to not have to watch my phone, abstain from drinking, and be available for my kids and my patients. I need to be able to do whatever the fuck I want, like the grown-ass man I am, and not have responsibilities.”

“I can see that. But why would you want me to stay?”

He grinned. “Because one of the things I want is sex. A lot of sex. And that’s where you come in. If you want to, that is. Obviously. I’d never assume you?—”

I kissed him, morning breath be damned. Fir didn’t seem to mind because he let out a little growl and kissed me back with fervor. He wanted lots of sex? That could be arranged. Our hungry mouths devoured each other, the kiss growing deeper and deeper. Our tongues met, wet and warm, and an intricate dance of give and take, of push and pull commenced. In bed, there was nothing timid about Fir Everett. He was a confident kisser, a man secure in his sexuality, and it was a big turn-on.

I traced along the curve of his arm, and he shivered under my fingertips, his breathing growing heavier as I explored his body. I slid my hand over his chest, so soft and smooth, then over the warm, taut skin of his abdomen. I traveled lower, and when I touched his cock through his underwear, he pressed himself against me.

“Ah, Tomás…” Fir gasped, his eyes fluttering shut as he leaned into my touch. “That feels so good.”

“Does it?” I grinned wickedly as I moved my hand higher again, brushing against the sensitive skin just below his nipple.

“You’re a cocktease…”

“More of a nipple tease right now. I think you want me to be a cocktease.”

He mumbled something unintelligible, but I took pity on him and palmed his cock through his underwear again. Fir moaned into my mouth, gripping my shoulders tightly as if afraid I’d disappear if he let go.

“Need to feel more of you,” he whispered.

He rolled on top of me, widening his legs so our hard cocks rubbed against each other with only the thin layer of our underwear between us. I slid my hands under his waistband and cupped his firm ass. His skin was soft everywhere, but especially in that area, like velvet under my fingers with the fuzz of hair he had there.

A happy whimper egged me on, and I teased his hole, rubbing against it with my middle finger. He pushed back against my hand, and I did it again. Our underwear was growing damp. “Want me to fuck you?” I whispered.

“God, yes.”

“One sec.”

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