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“Whoa, okay, sorry. I didn’t mean that all therapists are con artists. It isn’t really right for me but if it helps you, then o’ course ye should do it.”
“You don’t need to talk to anyone about anything?” I asked.
“Not anything that I would want to,” he said cryptically.
I couldn’t help but feel like a bit of a weak loser, having to see a therapist for my problems, which he only knew the surface of. No one really knew about my daddy. Not even Dr. Benoit. Not really.
“I admire people who can open up. That’s never really been me, though.”
He didn’t say anymore on the subject, but I could sense the hurt under his words. Like there was something much deeper that he wasn’t telling me. Not that I was one to talk about deep dark secrets. I wondered if maybe his family was as screwed up as mine.
“Let’s get you off to sleep, then,” he said, scooping me up and carrying me into his bedroom. “Therapist’s orders.”
It was also huge and nicely decorated, the track lighting illuminating the entire area. I held onto him as he carried me over to his bed.
“Therapy can be really helpful,” I tried to say, as he set me down on the bed.
He shrugged and gently pulled off my shirt, unveiling my bare boobs. I instinctively covered them as he took down my yoga pants.
“I-”
“Lie down,” he said.
I obeyed lying down on my back, stiff as a board, wondering what he had planned for me. Part of me wanted to fuck again but I really did need to sleep.
“Turn over.”
Reluctantly I obeyed, wondering if he was going to try for anal. It was a notion that filled me with both excitement and fear, so much so that I softly trembled. As soon as his hands touched my back, his intentions were clear and I relaxed, releasing a soft sigh as he lovingly massaged me, not even trying to touch me anywhere but on my back and my neck.
It only took a few minutes before I found myself drifting off to sweet, happy sleep.
Chapter Eleven
Gavin
In the morning, I kissed the back of Maggie’s neck, making her stir. I had ended up spooning her sometime during the night. It hadn’t really been a plan and I hoped she wouldn’t mind.
I’d loved fucking her the day before and sensed that she had loved it, too, but I didn’t want to push it too far. Maggie turned in my embrace, so we were facing each other, but I was still holding her. She nuzzled her cheek against my chest, which was as far as she reached on me, even laying down.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hey,” I said back, kissing her on the top of her head.
“I need a shower,” she said.
“Me too, care ta join?”
“Okay,” she said, without hesitation.
She didn’t even bother to get dressed, walking stark naked from the bed to the bathroom. I got the feeling that she was getting really comfortable with me, and I loved that feeling. I took off my sweats and T-shirt as soon as we got through the door so that she wouldn’t be the only one putting herself out there.
“This is amazing!” she gushed, as I helped her up over the side of the soaker tub, into the fully tiled shower, the tiles arranged in a fresco image of an ancient Greek public bath.
“T’anks.”
“And that’s not the only thing,” she said, glancing down at my rapidly hardening cock.
“Oh, yeah, I don’t suppose we have time for a quickie?”
“Sure!”
“Good,” I told her. “I could use some special magic before me audition.”
“You know about the ancient art of sex magick?” Maggie asked, surprised.
“A bit, aye.”
I did. Eoin had been getting into it and telling me some of the interesting things he was learning from his high school friends, to which I always had to respond that he should not be talking to me about that kind of thing. I’d never really thought about trying it, but if it made her happy, I saw no reason not to infer I knew about it. It wasn’t really a lie.
What felt more like a lie was step-dancing around the true extent of my family history the night before. I hadn’t actually said I didn’t have anything to talk about. Just nothing I would want to talk about. It was different. At least that was what I tried to tell myself.
Was there really much of a difference between lying and dishonesty by omission? What I did know was that I was falling for her. It felt a bit weird with her being so young, but I really couldn’t deny the honest truth.
“This is a really nice shower,” Maggie remarked.
“Uh huh. We’d better put it to good use.”
As if that had been a command, Maggie turned around and bent over, her hands braced against the tile wall, the warm water from the designer shower head lashing down over her beautiful, naked form. Without a word, I got on my knees behind her, gently spreading her lips.
