Page 105 of Pretty Thing

“I thought…I guess I thought guys can only come once.”

Felix huffs.

“I’m not most guys. Those piercings I have brush against me all day, every day, teasing me. I’ve spent entire days hard from the stimulation.”

“Isn’t that painful?”

“Sometimes, but the pleasure is far greater, and I get to make sure that you’re fully satisfied.”

Damn, can I get a fan?

He kisses me again, slower and deeper this time.

When we finally come up for air, we just stare at one another for a little while.

“No regrets?”

“Not a single one.”

“Good, I don’t want to imagine a version of my life that doesn’t have you in it. I don’t want anyone else, Eden…only you.”

“Are you saying you want to be exclusive?”

He chuckles, and I moan when he moves inside of me.

“Very old school of you, Eden,” he teases and my cheeks burn. “But if that’s what you want to call it. Yes, that’s what I’m saying, Pretty Thing. I’m all yours and you’re all mine.”

He smiles and gives me a little thrust, making my eyes roll back.

“Yes…God yes.”

twenty-nine

​. . .​

Felix

“Earth to Felix,” Jim says.

I look up, and both he and Eden are staring at me, but I don’t have a clue what they said. My mind is still in bed with Eden, replaying the multiple rounds of sex we’ve had.

“What’s going on? You have this weird goofy grin,” he says.

Eden chokes on her coffee before laughing.

“Nothing about me is goofy, thank you very fucking much,” I say, pretending to be angry with Eden.

She just laughs harder, and fuck, it’s good to hear that sound. I make her laugh. I make her feel good. She’s mine.

“I’m focused now. What did you ask?”

Jim looks between Eden and me, and if he knows what went on in his spare room last night, he doesn’t let on.

“Do you want to head out for the snowmobile ride after breakfast?”

I look outside, and it’s a bright, clear day.

“Yeah, that works.”