Twenty-Four

Cole

I didn't feel anything when we left the house, and I hoped that meant that Nox was staying out of my head. It was horrible to imagine he'd been in my head, but it was even worse to imagine what he could do if I didn't fight him.

"What did you think of all that?" Bobby asked.

"I'm not sure. None of this makes any sense. Like the carnival, how could going there strip away the power Nox had been using on me? I just don't know enough about this world to know what to think."

"Me either. I really do think we need to find someone who does know. Let me see what I can find out this week," Bobby said. "Don't worry, Cole, you're not in this alone. I promise I'll be there for you." He reached across and took my hand and pulled it over to his leg. "We'll figure it out."

"I hope you're right. I keep thinking I can ignore it and it'll go away. But like today when Nox was in my head, it comes out of nowhere and there's no warning. I feel like he's got the advantage, and all I can do is try to be prepared for whatever he does next."

"When we get to your house let's see if we can copy all the writing into one document. It would be easier to read if it's all laid out for us," Bobby said.

Neither of us spoke as we drove along the country lane back to my house. When I pulled up out front to park neither of us moved. Bobby's thumb glided across the back of my hand, and I closed my eyes and focused on the feel of it. I really liked Bobby, but I didn't want him to get hurt, and if he continued to be with me, eventually he would.

"I know what you're thinking, and I'm not leaving. We're in this together until the end," Bobby said, and turned to face me.

"I couldn't live with myself if you were hurt in any way, Bobby," I whispered, unable to choke out the words that would tell him to leave.

"Let's go inside." Bobby kissed my cheek before opening his door. "You're not getting rid of me that easy." He smiled as he waited at the front of the car for me.

"I don't want to get rid of you. Far from it." The more time I spent with him the more I was drawn to him. It felt deeper than any attraction I'd ever felt, and that scared me. I'd been in a few relationships but none of them were that serious, and none of them left me feeling helpless with worry about the other person.

I unlocked the door and as soon as we were inside, I pulled him into my arms and kissed him. "I don't want to get rid of you. The way I feel about you scares me but excites me at the same time. I've never met someone like you," I confessed. All of it was true, and there was something in the air that made me frantic to tell him, but I wasn't sure what that was.

He kissed me again before slowing it down and resting his forehead against mine. "No more talk of me not helping. If it gets too intense or I don't feel safe, I'll remove myself from the situation. But until we know exactly what we're dealing with I can't make that decision."

"Okay. I'm just so confused about everything. And just when I think we've figured something out it all changes. I'm not used to so much chaos and uncertainty." I looked deep in his eyes as I spoke. I needed him to know I meant every word. "You're more important to me than anyone has ever been."

"Really?" he murmured, before kissing me again leaving me breathless. "I think I could kiss you forever."

"I want you," I whispered. Tired of thinking of everything else and ignoring the burning desire I had for him.

"Then have me," he said surprising me. He kissed me again and walked me backward until my knees hit the couch and followed me down without breaking contact. He was about to lie down on me when he jumped up and hurried to the door. "Just in case your mum stops by." He turned the lock and slipped his shirt off as he slinked back to me.

I didn't know if he worked out, but his body was toned and fit, and my fingers itched for a touch. He reached for my hand and settled it on his chest with his hand covering mine before leaning in for another kiss. "Now you," he said, and tugged at my shirt.

His hands were on my chest as soon as my shirt was out of the way, squeezing my pecs before finally leaning in and licking my nipple. My hips thrust off the couch, and when his eyes met mine this time, they were filled with fire. He still hadn't lay down on top of me and I wanted that press of his weight, but when he settled his hands on the waistband of my jeans and slipped his fingers inside, I couldn't nod my head yes fast enough.

He eased my pants down and I was so hard my dick slapped back onto my stomach. Before I could even open my mouth to speak, he knelt on the side of the couch and sucked me down. A grunt escaped me that surprised even me, but I was too lost in sensation to care. My hand shot out and I gripped his hair and tried not to let my body take control no matter how fucking good it felt.

"Oh g—" He stopped me with a hand on my lips.

"My name is Bobby, it's the only name I want on your lips when you're about to blow." I nodded and tried to encourage him to slip out of his jeans. When at last we were both naked, I pulled him onto the couch so we could both pleasure each other at the same time. His dick was thick and hard, and I didn't waste any time swallowing him down as much as I could manage. We were on our sides at opposite ends of the couch, both of us in a battle over giving the other pleasure while taking the time to enjoy it.

I gripped his ass and pulled him closer as I buried my face in his pubes and breathed him in. He smelled fresh and clean, and I wondered what body wash he used because I never wanted to forget it. His hands smoothed down my leg and back up to where his fingers slipped into the crack of my ass. Just knowing how close he was to my hole made it that much hotter and made me want him that much more.

He lifted my leg and slung it over his shoulder and pulled me in even deeper while gripping my balls and slipping a finger just behind them. I wanted to groan, but I also wanted to shoot so bad my eyes rolled back in my head. Bobby knew exactly what he was doing and a few more strokes from his tongue, and I was done. My body thrashed and jumped as he swallowed me down and reached down to his own straining dick. He squeezed himself and I had regained just enough control to move his hand away and double my efforts. In just a few seconds he followed me. My mouth was flooded with his taste, and it made me want more.

He sat up long enough to turn around and face me. "You're amazing," he said before kissing me again.