Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 66: Ice Cream

I jump up and down on Michaels dick until he cums. He moans holding my hips, holding me still, and I flop down on top of him breathing fast. I roll off and lay next to him, holding his arm. We look at each other and smirk.

"I already wanna fuck you again." Michael says breathing heavily.

I chuckle and shake my head.

"You still haven't got me any of your brownies yet. Brownies, and then more sex." I smile.

Michael chuckles and sits up, running his hands through his hair.

"Ice cream too?" Michael asks.

I check him out as he stands up. I sit up on the bed and nod.

"Yeah." I smirk. "That could be fun."

Michael grins and walks out of the room. He comes back in after a little while, holding two bowls. He passes me a bowl and I smile taking it. He goes back out and comes back in with ice cream. I look at the brownies in my bowl and pick a piece up eating it. Michael sits next to me, eating his.

"Mmm they're good." I look at him.

"They are pretty good." Michael shows half a smile.

I lower my eyebrows.

"You ok?" I ask him.

He pauses and looks down at his brownies.

"You know when you asked me if I've thought about drinking and using again?"

"Yeah?" I nod slowly.

"I lied." He says looking at me.

I pause and stare at him.

"I haven't touched anything." He shakes his head. "But since coming out of prison I've thought about it a couple of times."

I put my bowl down, sitting closer to him.

"Have you told your counsellor that?"

"Yeah." He nods. "But, I know I won't touch anything... I don't want to. It's just been really hard. I was doing all that shit for so long... I'm still getting used to living a normal life I guess."

"Yeah." I nod. "I can imagine how hard it's been, and it's probably normal for you to feel like that, but you're doing so well. It's ok to tell the truth about how you feel and what you've been thinking because it will help you."

Michael shows half a smile.

"My counsellor pretty much said the same thing."

"Well there you go." I smile. "Its ok Michael. Try and think of things to keep you going, and what makes you happy. Like Bella."

"And you." He says kissing my hand.

I smile.

"Whenever you feel like that I want you to talk to me and let me know. I'm here for you."

Michael shows a little smile and kisses me.

"And can you tell me the truth about that scar?" I ask looking down at it.

Michael shakes his head.

"Marcus got someone to stab me."

I raise my eyebrows.

"What?! Michael, what the hell?! Why didn't you just tell me."

"Because I don't want you thinking about him, and getting yourself more upset. It happened ages ago."

I shake my head and roll my eyes.

"Did you tell someone it was Marcus?"

"No."