So hearing him tell me that he had someone else tore my fucking heart out. We used to be so in tune with one another that even though I was the one to walk, I feel as though he’s committed the ultimate betrayal.
Watching him now, I miss his overly long hair, which used to fall to his shoulders. In fact, I miss everything about him. The feel of his face against mine…against my skin, my thighs, my stomach…you name it. I miss having his long legs wrapped up with mine as we sleep. I miss waking up to his morning wood pulsing against my ass, or against my own cock.
I try to shift into a more comfortable position, my dick hardening as I reflect over my past with Ramon. I try to think of something different to stop my need but it’s persistent.
My relationship with Ramon wasn’t just sex, although that was a part of it. I loved spending all my free time with him. We’d talk books, hockey, softball, and we’d eat at small restaurants outside of Lexington to avoid his family. He’s my other half and I need to work damn hard to make him see that—I’ve no intention of walking away from him again. The first time was more painful than I ever want to deal with again.
Stroking over my own shaft, I feel that first drop of pre-cum releasing from the tip as I stifle a groan. It’s been a long time since I’ve taken care of myself, and I’ve not let anyone else take care of me since Ramon.
As much as I need a release right now, I’m not sure I have the strength to carry through. I’m sure as hell not asking Ramon to suck me off. Yeah, that would go down well with the mood I left him in.
I need to think about something else other than having his lips locked around me. Fuck—not helping!
Suddenly noticing a glass of water on the bedside table, I reach for it, my fingers sliding over the cool glass until it slips from my clumsy fingers. With a crash, it falls to the floor, and shatters into pieces.
“What the fuck?” Ramon shouts, jumping from the chair. His hair is sticking up and his eyes, while alert, are still heavy with sleep.
Those sleepy eyes glance around the room and come to rest on the mess I caused. He grabs some towels and tosses them onto the spreading water.
“Sorry,” I mumble, my voice hoarse.
“No problem. Let me get you another.”
Ramon heads out of the room, shoving his hands through his hair. A habit he had when he had the long hair. He looks like he’s still trying to wake himself up.
While I wait for him to return, I try to take stock of my injuries. My throat feels dry, and my stomach growls in hunger, causing me to smile. I know my groin area is uninjured. Thank God. I have a slight headache, but that could be from lack of food. From what I remember, the main force of their attack was my stomach and ribs, which is why it hurts like hell around my rib cage.
As Ramon walks back into the bedroom, my eyes devour him. He’s rumpled from sleeping in a chair but he looks sexy as hell. His black sweatpants hang low on his hips, and he’s shirtless—my favorite outfit. Tantalizing enough to want a glimpse of what he’s hiding.
Movement in his sweats has my eyes widening and, looking up, I search his eyes. The blaze of heat coming from him causes me to harden.
He smirks, and stepping forward, pushes a straw between my lips. “Sip,” he growls.
I do.
The cold water slipping down my throat feels amazing, and the more I drink, the more I feel refreshed. All I need to do is figure out how I’m going to empty my bladder when it hurts like fuck to move.
“You want some more?” Ramon asks, as he moves the empty cup away.
I shake my head and immediately regret the motion as pain lances through it. “I’m good for now. Thanks.”
Ramon places the glass on the windowsill and turns to face me. He doesn’t say anything but just holds my gaze. For once, I’m not sure I’m going to be the last man standing.
Like this, Ramon scares the shit out of me. It’s as though he’s looking into my soul with the stillness of his body and his gaze locked onto me.
Wanting him to stop, I ask, “How long have I been out...and where are we?”
He blinks and moves back to drop his ass in the chair that he’d been sleeping in.
“Three days, and I’ve rented this cabin just outside of town. Figured it was more private than the motel.”
Fuck. At least I’m safe for now.
“Hospital?”
“You begged me not to take you.”
I did.