Page 28 of One More Gift
“No man with a face like yours travels across the world just to stick his dick in something. I'm sure you have plenty of women in New York.”
“I don’t, actually.”
“And why is that?”
I don’t even pause to answer. “Because there's no one like her.”
“You had that wonderful girlfriend a few years ago. What was her name again?”
“Julia,” I remind him.
“Why didn't you marry her?”
“Because…”
“Because?” he sing-songs, mocking me. He knows exactly what my answer would be. “Exactly. So don't pretend to me you don't love her, too.”
“And you don't?”
“Of course I do. When you have a woman like that, she’ll always keep a piece of your heart, even if you decide to let each other go. It’s not for lack of love that we have ended our time together, it’s because we love each other so much that we’re willing to let each other go.”
Usually when couples separate, it’s because they’ve drifted apart, or one has wronged the other somehow. Though Ibelieved her when she said it was over, I hadn’t known how much I needed to hear him say it, too.
It's good to know he still supports her, but won’t be trying to change her mind while she figures out this next phase of her life.
“If you don’t get your shit together and tell her you feel the same, don’t come complaining to me when some boring finance guy has her on his arm within a year.”
The thought turns my stomach. “She wouldn’t.”
“Do you even want to test that theory?”
No, I fucking don’t.
“You’re the only man I would do this with, Henry. Once the snow has cleared, I’ll be gone, and she’ll be so loyal to you, I’m sure she’ll never mention it again.”
He picks a shiny red apple from the fruit bowl on the counter, washes it, and takes a big bite. My glutes clench at the thought of him sinking his teeth into me instead.
“It will be my one regret that I never fulfilled all of her wishes. Let’s give her one more gift. Together. What do you say?”
“If you’d asked me that two days ago I might have punched you in the face, but after what she just did to both of us…” I huff out a long breath, cock twitching—again—at the memory of her disappearing out of sight after taking a mouthful of my come. “It feels like she deserves a little special treat in return.”
“Revenge?” he says, tapping his fingertips together. “Is that what you’re suggesting?”
“You tell me. What would be the best way to get her back, while still making sure she has a great time?”
“Total annihilation,” he says, eyebrows pumping up and down.
“Chill out, mate. She’s a woman, not a video game.”
Our heads turn when we hear the bathroom door open upstairs. Casper tries to leave, but I stop him, one hand splayed across his chest. His skin is warm and smooth, and my fingertips flex instinctively, pressing into his tight muscles.
“Let me go up and check on her. See where her head’s at. That snow’s not going anywhere, so maybe we just relax tonight and see where tomorrow takes us.”
“You’re pathetic,” he pouts.
“Says the man who just came in his pants.”
“That's not fair,” he gasps. “You would have done the same if you saw how filthy she looked.”