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“Wait. I-I need to…” He trails off but glances down where my cock is pressing painfully hard against the zipper of my jeans.
“It’s fine,” I say truthfully. “I’ll take care of it.”
“Are you kidding me? No way.” River pushes me a little until my back’s against the couch and he’s straddling my thighs.
“River, this isn’t an exchange thing. I can do something for you and not expect anything in return—” I have more to say, but my voice stops working when River pulls the zipper of my jeans down and wraps his long fingers around my cock.
“I’m not going to last long,” I warn. “Because sucking your dick was one of the hottest things I’ve ever gotten to do.”
“Well, the food’s almost here,” River teases. “So I’m gonna need you to come as quickly as possible.”
I let my head fall back against the couch, getting lost in the feel of River’s hand working my dick. His thumb swipes the precum on the tip, and he pumps my cock with practiced strokes.
The orgasm slams into me before I’m ready, my whole body arching up. The only thing that keeps me on the couch is River on my thighs.
I come all over his hand and lap, my pulse thundering in my ears.
River looks down at his hand covered in my spend and slowly lifts his index finger to his mouth. I watch as his tongue darts out to taste it.
My cock twitches just at the sight of it. “Fuck, River, you cannot do that or you’ll have to start jerking me off again.”
River lowers his hand and leans forward to kiss me. “I could spend all night touching you,” he murmurs.
I grip his hips and kiss him back hungrily. Maybe I don’t deserve this second chance with him, but my body’s full of greed, and I take everything he’s willing to give me.
Ten
River
When I get to Walter’s office on Wednesday, he greets me with a broad smile.
“You look well, River,” he says. “You look happy.”
He’s the third person to tell me that this week. Do I really walk around looking dour all the time? Or is it something specifically about Judson that makes me seem extra happy?
“Thanks,” I say, taking my usual spot on the loveseat. “Judson and I have been talking a lot.”
“Oh?” Walter places his tablet on his lap, holding his stylus slightly above it. “And that’s been going well?”
I nod. “We talked about why Judson left in the first place. And he helped me fill in some blanks I had about the day we escaped from Ian’s place.”
“Would you like to share it with me?”
It used to annoy me when he asked that question. Made me feel like I was in kindergarten or something. But it didn’t take me long to realize what it actually was—the freedom to say no if I wanted to. He saw my need to be reminded that I was in charge of my healing before I even knew it was an issue.
I tell him what Judson said about pushing Ian and watching him fall. How he went back in for me because he didn’t realize Ian was already dead and didn’t want to risk leaving me alone or calling the cops in case Ian came back and the police didn’t get there in time.
“I always knew Judson had to have gotten us out of there because I remembered the drive to the hospital in the pick-up. But I didn’t know about how he pushed Ian.”
“And did it bother you to learn it?” Walter asks.
“You’d think it would since I went into a career that’s all about saving people, but it didn’t. I’m glad Ian’s dead instead of wasting resources in a jail somewhere. With him gone, we didn’t have to testify or see him again. It’s just over.” I glance down at my hands. “I’m not sure that’s an okay thing to think or say.”
“Of course it is,” Walter says immediately. “There’s nothing wrong with being thankful that you don’t have to suffer anything more at his hands.”
I pick at my thumbnail for a second, gathering courage. Because if there’s anyone I can talk to about this, it’s Walter. “Judson also told me something else. The reason why he left in the first place.”
I don’t wait for him to ask me if I’d like to tell him this time. I just blurt it all out. Everything Judson told me about the party and the things Ian said about ruining me.