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I lift my head to meet his gaze and press a kiss to the tip of his nose. Never done that before, but it feels right.
“Fucking fabulous.”
He smiles up at me, looking satisfied and…happy.
He slowly lets our dicks go and brings his hand up to his mouth, licking his cum-covered fingers. And when he presses his thumb against my mouth, I clean it thoroughly with my tongue.
Oh, I love this filthy part of him.
“Will you watch this when you’re alone?” he asks shyly.
“Of course I will.”
He looks away from me and bites down on his bottom lip.
“Good.”
Sweet Jesus, this man.
I roll off of him to get some space because I am about to fucking lose it, but he just follows me over, his body pressed against my side.
He watches me quietly, and I can’t fucking help myself, I just wrap an arm around him and pull him against me.
His head lands softly on my shoulder and his leg is thrown over mine.
As he plays with my belly button ring, he asks, “Is it true you don’t have people over like this? That I’m your first?”
I swallow. “Yes, that’s true. I am very picky about who I let into my life.”
His finger stills and then resumes playing with my ring.
“I am too.”
When I don’t say anything, he adds, “We are more similar than you think.”
“Apparently. Brenda likes to hint at it, though she’s never really told me how.”
He stills once more.
“I grew up in a trailer park,” he says, and oh shit, I don’t even breathe because I want to hear every word he utters. He rarely speaks, so when he does, I hang on every word. “Growing up I saw a lot of drugs, sex…things little kids shouldn’t see.”
“Same,” I grumble.
“My teacher called CPS when she saw the bruises. That’s when I went to live with my grandma.”
I sigh. “Yes, well I’m glad you had her. That you at least had someone to go to. I spent most of my teenage years in foster care.”
William shifts and leans up, looking down at me.
“Where are your parents?”
“You could just look at the damn flash drive I gave you.”
He leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips and pulls the answer right out of me.
“My mom died from an overdose. My dad is incarcerated for murder.”
He blinks down at me but doesn’t say a word. He rests his head back on my shoulder and runs his fingers across the tattoos on my abdomen.
