Chapter 31
Thirty-one
Henry
With my cabin covered in yellow tape and dead bodies, Rafael and I are given no choice but to move to another cabin for the remainder of the time we’re out here.
I thought I’d be sadder, but then he goes and sneaks out in the middle of our first night at the new place to smuggle in my Christmas tree along with some other Christmas decor.
“If my Honey wants his Christmas in a cabin, he’s gonna get his Christmas in a cabin,” he says, clicking buttons on the remote, and the TV rats him out by saying out loud what he’s searching for on YouTube. A fireplace.
I laugh and pull him into me, and he kisses my nose, sliding a hat onto my head. I twist my hand around the end, making a squeaky sound when I roll the white ball between my fingers. “It’s all perfect.”
“Yeah. Abso-fucking-lutely perfect.” He seals his lips over mine, his hand dropping down my back, while his groin presses to my cock cage.
The new one is in the mail, and he’ll be taking me with him the next time he goes to pick it up.
Travis hasn’t called since the last time, and after Rory found out the truth about his new boyfriend, he contacted Rafael’s brother and asked him to tell Raf he’s sorry.
He also dropped the restraining order. The only thing Rafael is happy about in regard to that is getting to take me to meet his parents.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” he pants against my lips.
I nod, pulling him that way, but he doesn’t move with me. “Actually, how about you go ahead of me, Santa. I need to get something real quick.”
“Okay. Don’t take too long, though.”
“Nothing has ever made me want to hurry more than you do.”
My laughter trails behind me down the short walk to the room as I hit my cane against everything in my path.
As I’m stripping off my clothes, the freezer opens and closes.
My breaths stutter, heart banging in my chest, and I crawl under the covers.
His footsteps grow louder the closer he gets, and it’s like my pulse rate is trying to match them, increasing its speed.
“All ready for me I see,” he says and the bed dips, and I shove the blanket down my hips.
He laughs as something cold grazes one of my nipples. He lifts it and makes sucking sounds. “Cherry used to be my favorite flavor. Did you know that?”
“Was?”
“Yeah. Was.”
“What’s your favorite now?” I lift my chest, my ass pushing into the mattress when he wraps his warm mouth around my other nipple.
“You.”