Chapter 71
Jay helped me make a hearty salad for my mother with vegetables from the mountain garden. Then we tucked her away in her room with a good book that she seemed content to curl up with. Once she was settled, Jay led me down the hall on the upper floor that led to what appeared to be the main bedroom.
This room was just as massive and wide open as the rest of the house, with a heavy wooden four-poster bed in the center covered in a thick, moss green duvet.
There was a reading nook by the large bay window on one side of the room that overlooked the mountains and a massive ensuite on the other side.
“The closet over there has a bunch of clothes I bought for you. Hopefully, everything fits. If you want to go get cleaned up in the bathroom, I can wait out here,” Jay said, watching me take in my new surroundings with those sad, sad eyes.
“Don’t be ridiculous. We’ll wash up together.”
Jay tensed at the suggestion, and he bit his lip, looking away from me.
“What? You don’t want to?”
“I just, uhm. I probably don’t look the same as you remember.”
Oh.
“Because they hurt you?”
He glanced back at me before running a frustrated hand down his face and nodding.
“Yeah.”
“Baby, I don’t care about that. I just want to feel close to you again. A few scars won’t scare me away.” I held my hand out to him, tilting my head toward the bathroom.
“Come on,” I urged.
He swallowed so loudly I heard it, then nodded.
“Alright.”
I noticed he shivered slightly as he slid his hand in mine, and when our fingers touched, that haunted look in his eyes seemed to fade slightly.
My touch comforted him.
That was good to know.
Once I had him in the bathroom, I went to work turning on the shower, making sure the water was set to a hot, but comfortable temperature.
The shower was frameless and had been clearly built with someone of Jay’s height in mind. We would both fit inside comfortably.
Smiling softly to myself at the thought of being naked and close with Jay again, I began to strip out of my clothes.
“Do you need help getting undressed?” I asked, turning to find him still looming hesitantly in the doorway, all dark tactical gear, straps, and a potent mix of anticipation and desire.
He’d lost the mask somewhere during our tour, and his chestnut hair was sticking up in a mess of fluffy tufts just the way it used to. Affection rolled through me at the sight of it.
Underneath all the trauma and the new scars, I knew my Jay was still in there somewhere, and I was going to bring him back out.
‘I never thought you would abandon me like that.’
His words rang through my mind, and I felt my resolve solidify.
I would be putting a stop to that line of thinking as soon as I could.
Hopefully, he would believe me, but from the way he was staring at me now, I knew deep down he didn’t want to believe that I would do that to him. Not for the reasons he was thinking.
He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off me. I could almost feel the burning path of his gaze as he took in every inch of my naked body, and my cock began to plump just from the idea of him drinking in the sight of me so thoroughly.
He wanted to touch me so badly. It was painfully obvious.
He just didn’t want me to see him, which was easy enough for me to accommodate.
“Here, I need to take my glasses off to shower anyway. Would that make it easier?” I asked, and he pursed his lips but nodded.
“Alright, we’ll take it slow. I’ll take them off for now,” I said, putting them to the side and reaching out for him.
I made grabby hands, indicating I wanted him to come to me so I didn’t trip and fall on my face or something, and he let out a low, amused chuckle.
The great smoky cloud that was Jay moved closer, and I felt him brush a soft kiss over my forehead as I reached forward to blindly fumble with the complicated straps of his harness.
“I’ve got it,” he said softly, and soon, the sounds of clips and buckles snapping open rained down around me, and I shivered, aching to finally press against him, skin to skin.
“Can I touch you now?” I asked, feeling impatient, and he let out that soft chuckle again, brushing my hair back from my face and leaving another gentle kiss on my forehead.
“Yes, Milo. You can touch me.”
I reached out and nearly groaned as my fingers grazed his warm, hard chest. I hesitated for only a moment before fully committing and laying my palms flat against him.
Sliding my hands over his pecks, I reveled in the smattering of coarse chest hair and the way his nipples hardened immediately beneath my touch.
“My-loh,” he breathed, as I continued to explore his naked body with nothing but my fingers.
He hadn’t been kidding.
He definitely had scars that weren’t there before.
There was a long, raised gash down his entire sternum, as if they’d cut him open and stitched him back up.
When I wrapped my arms around his hips and ran my hands up his back, I found several puncture wounds where I imagined tubing of some kind had been installed at some point.
Jeebus.
They’d really just treated him like a freaking science experiment.
My heart broke for what he’d been through, but I couldn’t let him see how affected I was. I only wanted him to see how much I loved him, and how glad I was that we were together now.
“Can you help me into the shower? I don’t want to walk into a wall or something, it’ll ruin the mood if we have to spend the night stopping a nosebleed.”
He let out a breathy laugh and wrapped his large hands around my arms, walking me carefully backward until I felt the spray of water rain down my back.
“Milo… I… I want to touch you too. Can I?” Jay hummed roughly in my ear, and I nodded fervently.
“Yes. Of course, please. Always.”
“Fuck, look at you… I never thought… I never thought I would have you like this and have it feel so…”
He didn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he wrapped a hand around my already aching cock, and I groaned as I realized it was slick with some sort of soap or conditioner.
My dick slipped in and out of his closed fist easily, as he began to pump me in long, lazy strokes.
“Jay, fuh—that feels good,” I moaned, and he took that opportunity to kiss me, pulling me in close until our wet, naked bodies were flush against each other.
He released my cock, and I let out a whimper of protest, which just caused him to chuckle.
“Be patient, Milo. I don’t want you to come yet. I want this to last,” he said, as if he was worried I would disappear the second I was finished.
“Jay, I’m not—” I was about to say going anywhere, but the words were cut short as he slid a soapy hand around me and swiped his fingers directly between my cheeks.
“Oh—” I gasped, and he let out a low growl.
“Yes, oh,” he hummed, and without any preamble, he slid his entire index finger directly into me.
“Shit…ugh, Jayy…” I whined, thrusting my hips against him, fumbling between us so I could find his cock to play with.
Wrapping two hands around his massive length, I stroked once, and he swore, pumping his soapy finger in and out of my hole.
“Milo… Fuck, baby…”
“I want to suck you,” I announced, sounding as sure about it as I felt, and Jay jerked me closer to him. I gasped as he sank his teeth into the crook of my shoulder.
“Yeah?” he whispered, leaving gentle kisses over the bite mark,
“Yes, Jay. Please? Please, can I? I want you so bad.”
“Baby, you don’t have to beg me for that… but not here. I want you to be comfortable. Let’s go to the bedroom.”
“Okay,” I agreed, and even though I couldn’t see it, I knew he was smiling.