Chapter 10
Hill
Idid not, in fact, hump Josh in the night.
I did, however, wake up with him draped over me.
His head was on my shoulder with one of his arms slung over my chest, thankfully avoiding both the stitches on my ribs and my morning wood.
I spent a moment luxuriating in the feel of him around me, his warmth, and his scent.
My head twinged a bit, but nothing like the headaches I’d had previously. I touched the lump. It wasn’t as swollen or painful as it’d been yesterday, so hopefully that meant good things for my recovery.
When I slid out from under Josh’s arm, he sat up, rubbing his face. “Good morning.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Did you sleep okay?”
“Yeah, I slept great. Thanks for staying with me.” I smiled into his brown eyes. “Let’s go to the gym before breakfast.”
He groaned.
I poked him in the side. “Remember, if I’m better, we can have sex today.”
His eyes darkened. “Right.” He threw back the covers and jumped to his feet. “Meet you in the living room in fifteen!”
I kept myself to a walk, but I did forty-five minutes on the treadmill without any fatigue. My stitches tugged a little as I moved, but the pain was bearable. I only stopped because my stomach started growling.
Trevor called as we were finishing breakfast. “How are you feeling, Hill?”
“Much better today. I haven’t had any dizziness or headaches so far.”
“Good, good. Listen, any chance you could get on a plane by Friday? We’re really pushing the schedule here.”
Guilt swamped me, but Friday was only two days away. I knew the doctor at the hospital would never clear me to fly so soon, but did I really have to ask permission? “Let me see how today goes. But, Trevor, my forehead is purple and puffy. Makeup might fix the color but not the swelling.”
He scoffed. “Wardrobe will get you a hat or something. It’ll be fine. I’ll check back with you later today. Thanks, Hill. You’re the best.”
When I hung up, Josh had his phone out. “According to the internet—which, of course, can’t be taken as gospel—if you’re over the headaches and dizziness, air travel won’t set you back much.”
I slumped in my seat. “I’m not ready to go, but that’s probably more mental than physical.
And Trevor’s right. A lot of people are impacted by my absence.
” Josh reached out and put his hand on my forearm.
I twisted my wrist so I could hold his hand properly, interlacing our fingers.
“Not to mention I was looking forward to spending more time with you.”
He smiled ruefully. “Same.”
“And,” I pointed out the window. The living room had a great view of the city. “I’m petrified of going outside and walking around among people.”
Not letting go of my hand, he scooted his chair back from the table and stood. He tugged me up as well, then he gently wrapped his arms around me. “That might take a while to learn to deal with.”
I grunted. “Or I might need a therapist.”
“Maybe. But in the meantime, you’ve got your guards, who’ll stay right by your side. And no one will get through airport security with a weapon, so you’ll be safe there.”
True. And Trevor could send someone to meet me when I landed in Rio.
Josh squeezed my hand. “And If you’d like, I can book my flight home to depart close to yours, so I’ll be with you until you get on the plane.”
I hugged him tight, the rush of relief and affection overwhelming me. “Thank you.” I pulled back a little. “Can I kiss you?”
He grinned. “I’ll be mad if you don’t.”
He’d kissed me once before, but it’d been quick.
I made sure this was the opposite, pulling him flush against my body, then tilting my head and gently meeting his lips with mine.
He opened his mouth, and I slowly, languorously slid my tongue along his.
When he moaned, the tiny vibration arrowed to my dick.
Thrusting against him, I ran my hands down his back to caress his ass, and he pushed himself into me, spreading his feet to straddle my thigh.
“Yes.” I bent my knee, lifting my leg until he was riding it, grinding on me, clinging to my biceps for balance.
His mouth fell away from mine as he gasped out in pleasure.
He cupped my jaw. “Bed. Now.”
“Fuck yes.” I bent to lift him but remembered the stitches in my side. “Sorry, you’ll have to walk.” He chuckled, keeping one arm around my waist as we walked to my bedroom.
Hastily we helped each other undress, and I muttered, “Damn,” in appreciation as his lean body was revealed.
He had some muscles on his thin frame, probably from the construction work he’d been doing.
Josh, however, ignored my naked body and leaking dick to hover his hand over the stitches on my side.
“Does it hurt?”
“Only if I move wrong.”
He glanced at the bed, frowning. “Why don’t we save anal for another time?”
I smiled. “I love a good frot.”
“Perfect.” He pushed me toward the bed. “Lie down and let me do the work.”
I fell back onto the mattress, sliding over to reach the center. “Are you always this bossy?”
Smirking, he threw a leg over my thighs.
After spitting into his palm, he grasped both our dicks in his two stacked hands, squeezing rhythmically as he stroked.
I spread my legs a little, and when he pushed downward, he pressed the side of his hand against our balls.
His breathing was harsh, small grunts escaping as he moved.
“Oh, fuck, Josh, this is gonna be fast.” I clutched at his hips.
I couldn’t stop staring at the sight of our two cockheads emerging from and disappearing into his grip.
My arousal zinged through my body, my arms and legs tingling with electricity.
But I was solely focused on the heat of Josh’s dick along mine, slick with spit and precum, squeezed within his fingers. “I’m coming!”
He was seconds behind me.
Josh released our dicks and collapsed to the mattress beside me. “I guess I’ll have to ride you next time.”
I chuckled. “I’ll look forward to it.”
We showered then spent the rest of the afternoon alternating running my lines and Josh reading his book aloud. I was dreading Trevor’s call, knowing I’d have to admit I was well enough to travel. I’d miss Josh.
He’d just read a line in his story about the actor character speaking to his agent. “Josh,” I said before he could go on, “After I finish working on Safe House, I have four months off before I have to start filming my next movie.”
His eyes lasered in on mine. “Yeah? What are you planning to do with those months?”
I stroked his ankle, since he was propped up against the other end of the sofa with his toes tucked under my thigh. “Well, I understand writing is the kind of job you can do from anywhere. Maybe you’d want to spend the time with me?”
A smile spread over his face. “As long as we can visit Bent Oak to check on my grandparents, count me in.”
I smiled back. “Excellent. Um.” I looked down at my hand, which was now circling his ankle. I forced my gaze back up to his. “I know it’s a lot to ask given how new this is, but could we be exclusive?”
His mouth fell open. “Like boyfriends? Partners?”
I nodded. “That’s what I want.”
He sat up, plonked his laptop down on the coffee table, then climbed in my lap. He was careful to avoid my bruises as he took my face in his hands and kissed me. “That’s what I want too.”