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He moans, loud and long as I plug his hole, fucking into him with no finesse and all the force I can manage.
I can’t get enough of him.
“Holy fuck, Leo. Harder,” he gasps, reaching up to push back against the headboard, and I oblige, slamming into him, the bed shaking under us. I’m going to leave bruises, and that’s the thought that does me in as he makes tiny choked, desperate noises.
“Tell meyou’re mine,” I demand, right on the brink, and he answers without hesitation.
“I’m yours. I’m yours, Leo.”
I grab his hips and hold him steady as it hits me, fountains out of me straight into his guts, into that warm, wet space. He begs for all of it,let me have it, Leo, give it to me, and fuck, it just keeps pouring out. I force my eyes open so I can see his face as I fill him up.
My back gives a warning twinge as I arch one last time, and then I fall forward on him, heavy, catching myself on my elbows but collapsing clumsily as he tugs me into a hug, squishing me into his cold jizz.
“Fuck,” I say with a wince as my head pounds. “I think I’m dying.”
He laughs, a low, satisfied sound. I’m still in him, my sensitive cock twitching as his muscle returns to normal proportions and squeezes down on me. “I’ll get you an aspirin.”
He wriggles out from under me, ignoring my curses as my dick gets squeezed right out of his ass, and leaves the room to go clean up. He comes back a little while later with a warm, damp towel for me to wipe off.
“You play a good nurse,” I grunt. “Remind me to come back here next time I get my head caved in.”
He gives a self-satisfied smile. “But you don’t ever have to leave here at all. I can take care of you all the time.”
I chuckle, but I don’t reply.
I can’t stay here. He knows it, even if he won’t admit it. Reality is something Julian Castellani doesn’t have much time for.
But I know what’s real. And I know how this has to end.
I just wish it didn't hurt so fucking much.
CHAPTER44
JULIAN
I wakethe next morning with Leo on my mind and a smile on my face. Very unusual. But Leo, when I turn over to suggest a morning blow job, is not in the bed with me.
He’s not back in the guest bedroom, either.
Maybe he went down to breakfast. Part of me wants to stomp around Redwood and find him, drag him back to bed, but I don’t think Leo would appreciate it. I want him to feelfreehere at Redwood.
So although I don’t like how off-kilter his absence makes me feel, I ignore it and start my usual post-wake-up routine. And when I come out of the bathroom, Leo is back. The relief that floods me is quite a surprise.
“Thereyou are!” But my stomach tightens as Leo turns to face me, his brown eyes refusing to meet mine.
“Had to say goodbye to Roxy,” he says gruffly.
“Goodbye?”
“I’m leaving Redwood.”
“What?” I reach out to the chair back next to me and grab it, digging my fingers in hard enough to find the frame under the cushioning. “No.”
Leo rubs a hand over his short hair, wincing as he thoughtlessly goes over the head wound. “Ow, shit. Julian, come on, you knew I’d have to go. But I’ll see you again soon. We need to sell this Roxy story to my father—tonight. I’ll set up a meeting.”
“But you’ll come back here after that?”
There’s a long pause and then he shakes his head slowly.
