“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, twisting his fingers in a way that makes me wish his hand was still covering my mouth. “So good, baby.”
“Gonna come like this?”
I nod, words are gone, everything is gone except Mike and his eyes and the pressure building that I’ve been chasing forever, and my cock begging to be touched.
“Look at me,” he says, and I find his eyes, fighting not to close my own.
My hand moves between us, and Mike exhales sharply through his nose when I push his sweatpants down, letting his cock spring out, wrapping my fingers around both of us at once. He’s hard and hot and leaking against my palm and my cock, mixing with my own come, and the sound he can’t hold in when I stroke us almost ends it before I’ve even started.
He presses down on my prostate, and I fight for anything resembling composure, my body pulling tight as I stroke us faster.
When I finally fall over the edge, my hand tightens around us harder than I mean to. Mike groans, and he’s coming too, spilling over my grip with me, his fingers still buried inside me, curling one more time, pulling a helpless sound out of me.
He takes his fingers out of me as carefully as he can, but I still wince at the empty feeling. He notices, and pauses his movement.
“I’m good,” I tell him, meaning every word. “Really good.”
Chapter 26
The new place is nice. I can see that objectively.
It has a lot more space than the old one, with a big yard, and a kitchen we can all fit in comfortably. There’s even an upstairs.
It’s a good house.
It’s just notmyhouse.
But I don’t say that. I pick up my end of the dresser, and I start up the stairs, and I don’t say a word. This is supposed to be a good day, and Nate looks happier than I’ve seen him in a long time.
I want him to be happy, I really do.
“You got it?” Nate asks from the other end.
“Yeah.”
Once the dresser is upstairs, we come back down to find Mike and Iris side by side on the couch, Iris scrolling through her phone, Mike looking down at it too, pointing at something.
“Looking good, baby,” he says when he sees me.
I huff, my cheeks going warm instantly. “Thanks.”
“You two could at least pretend to be helping,” Nate adds, putting his hands on his hips like a disappointed father.
“We could,” Iris agrees, not taking her eyes off the screen.
“That is definitely something wecoulddo,” Mike adds.
They don’t move.
“You know, I’ve been thinking,” he speaks up again, when we’re maneuvering Iris’ new reading chair through the door. “What if you two did the rest of the furniture shirtless?”
Nate narrows his eyes over the chair.
“Hey, don’t look at me.”
“Youbrought him.”
He looks back at Mike, who is watching this exchange with a stupid grin on his face, and I can see the moment Nate realizes that he’s about to have to put up with Mike Pierce for the rest of our lives. “You’re a menace, you know that?”
