“And above even those limits, I would never gamble with your health. Not you. Not ever. I’m careful. I always use protection, and I still get tested just to be sure. Twice in the last year, and I’ve not had sex without protection for years. If you want me to get tested again, I will.” He glanced away. “Did you always use protection with the three men you dated?”
I rolled my eyes. “When you say it like that you make me sound pathetic. I’m a little too old to have only had three lovers, but thank you for pointing it out.” I was trying to lighten his mood.
“Four lovers,” he corrected, finally smiling a little. He sat up straighter, bringing his face close to mine. “That’s not pathetic to me anymore than the fact you were still a virgin at seventeen was. I always loved your innocence. You still have it, and I still love it. I’ve always envied it. But I need you to answer the question.”
“Yes. Always. And birth control on top of that, because that’s how us nerds roll.”
“Of course you did.” He smirked. “I want to come inside you,” he said bluntly.
I gaped at him for a moment, but a shiver ran over my skin.
He kissed my chin. “And I absolutely think you understand the intimacy of that and why I would want that with you.”
I nodded.
“Tell me you’re okay with this.”
“I am.”
“Tell me you want to feel my cum inside you,” he whispered against my ear.
“Right now?” I asked.
He chuckled. “Yes. Right… Fucking… Now…”
He stood and carried me back to the bedroom as I clung to his neck. I smiled with my lips to his skin, and I closed my eyes knowing what was to come was going to feel incredible. He felt incredible. This was a nice life. I’m not sure I’d ever thought that before—or not for a long time at any rate, but it was. A good life. A life I wanted to keep.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Kane
“I’m nervous.” I glanced at Helene beside me in her car as she drove me toward certain death at the hands of Hilde. The only good thing I could say was that Helene and Hilde’s parents had apparently moved away to Chicago a few years before when their father’s job was transferred, so at least Hilde was the only family member I had to contend with.
Helene smiled as though this weren’t the end of the world. “It’s going to be fine. I promise.”
“Sure it is?” I muttered.
Within moments we were pulling up in front of Mark and Hilde’s house. It was a large two story colonial type house with a deep perfectly manicured front lawn. The house was white with black shutters, and it was just … Hilde. Perfection written all over it.
Until we entered.
I cocked my head to the side as I stared at what looked like an upside down penis drawn on the wall by the stairs—or perhaps it was just a flaccid cock.
I pointed at the drawing as we walked past it. “That’s—” I stopped still, and Helene stopped too.
“A flower,” Helene finished. She nodded, but her lips were pursed. “See…” She pointed to it. “This is the flower pot…” Cockhead. “These are the stems of two flowers going up…” Shaft of the cock. “And these are the flowers…” Testicles.
“Is that what you see?” I asked.
She nodded. “Mm-hmm. Yep.” But she was full of shit. “Sienna is quite the artist and maven of mayhem.”
I glanced around seeing more evidence of the mayhem every direction I turned. “Is that a banana peel sticking out of the DVD player?”
Helene glanced in the direction of the T.V. “Oh, well, yes, it apparently is.” She didn’t sound surprised.
I just nodded as I followed her through the house.
When we entered the kitchen, I clasped Helene’s hand, and she squeezed mine in return. Hilde was at the stove, and there was a little boy sitting at the table, drawing on a large notepad. Hilde glanced at us as her hand stirred something in a pot. She smiled at Helene, and when her attention shifted to me, her smile froze as though she were forcing it to stay put.
“Hilde,” I said. “How are you?”
“I’m fine. Nice to see you with your clothes on.”
I stared at her for a moment, not sure how to respond to that one.
“Yes, Hilde. It’s great that we’re all wearing our clothes today,” Helene stepped in. “Brode-man, come give me a hug and meet a friend of mine.”
The little boy smiled at Helene and ran to her, clutching at her hip. When Helene crouched down to his level, a shiver ran up my spine. She didn’t once let go of my hand, and there was something odd and wonderful about being touched by her at the same time as I watched her wrap her free arm around her nephew.
“Brody, this is my friend Kane. Can you say hello to him?”
The little boy looked up at me, and he held his hand out for me to shake like a perfect little miniature gentleman. I crouched, finally releasing Helene’s hand. I took Brody’s, giving it a good yet gentle shake.
“It’s very nice to meet you, Brody.”
“You too.” He smiled shyly, rocking on the outside of his loafers.
I glanced to Helene just to see her already watching me. She was smiling, and she reached out, running her palm down the back of my arm and squeezing gently.