Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“Oh yes,” he whispered. Then he snaked his arms around my neck and all but threw himself at me.
I was the picture of dumbfounded, struck by as much relief as doubt, and I couldn’t process what was happening fast enough. He kissed me back, hard, and climbed onto my lap.
He wants it. Give in. You already lost it.
I wasn’t sure it was up to me anyway. I was powerless to resist him. The moment he straddled me, responsibility and caution were just words in a dictionary. When he tried to deepen the kiss, I let him. I switched off my brain and just felt. And tasted. My God. Our tongues met, and I cupped his face in both hands. He kissed with curiosity and need taking charge, and it was as adorable as the rest of him.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you forever,” he confessed, breathing unsteadily. He was trembling on top of me, so I eased my hands down his body firmly and held him to me.
He shuddered and acted as if he was trying to set up camp under my skin.
As if he didn’t already have a permanent residence there.
“Please don’t regret this,” he begged.
I shook my head and kissed him deeper. I wasn’t sure I could regret anything where he was concerned. As long as I didn’t hurt him.
Fuck me, he felt perfect in my arms.
The way he kissed me enticed every fiber of my being. He poured himself into each kiss and plastered himself to me in a way that, if he told me he’d wanted this for a long time, I had no choice but to believe him.
Desire surged within me, my heart started hammering, making me greedier, and I began picturing him underneath me. The sounds he’d make if I fucked him into the couch, if he was a screamer, a beggar, or a—
“Please,” he whimpered.
Goddammit.
It was too much. I wanted him too much. But if we kept at it for any longer, I’d end up folding him in half within minutes, and I couldn’t. I had limits.
“Hold on.” I broke the kiss and gripped his hips tightly, making sure he didn’t scoot forward another inch. “Give me a moment, blue.” I swallowed against the dryness in my throat and took a labored breath. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Impossible to think straight.
Locking eyes with him didn’t help. He was flushed and visibly needy, not to mention vulnerable.
“You want to stop?” he asked nervously.
“It’s the last thing I want.” I had to shift him away from me another couple inches. He was sitting way too close to my cock. “It’s just moving quickly, and this isn’t…appropriate.”
For fuck’s sake, he’d joined our family as a baby brother of sorts.
He swallowed and drew a shaky breath, looking way too exposed for my liking. “And, um…inappropriate is bad?”
Nothing with you can ever be bad, darling boy.
What was I doing? I was making him insecure.
I leaned in and kissed him but kept it brief, and I rested our foreheads together and cupped his cheek in my hand.
His height messed with my head too. He was short enough that when he sat on my lap, he didn’t get that much higher. I didn’t have to crane my neck uncomfortably to reach him. And his looks—those eyes, the sweetness and the innocence… Even though I knew very well, based on what he’d told me, he was far from innocent.
“I feel like I shouldn’t be drawn to you in this way,” I admitted. “You’re vulnerable, and it would be too easy for me to take advantage. If I ever harmed you—”
“Take advantage?” he spluttered. “Sir, I’m throwing myself at you. That’s why I’m nervous and didn’t have the guts to make a move. I don’t want you to turn me down.”
I squeezed my eyes shut momentarily.
He’s an adult.
Yeah, but…
Kayden huffed and started shifting off me. “I can see you’re gonna be difficult about this.”
I cracked my eyes open again, and he moved away, creating more distance than usual, and he scowled to himself and picked up his plate.
“Damn old people,” he whispered.
I smashed my lips together.
That wasn’t helping.
But his crankiness, I could handle. Cranky was a walk in the park compared to hurt.
“That’s actually a good point,” I told him. “Shouldn’t you be running after Doms your own age?”
He scoffed and bit into a piece of bacon. “I should be running after Doms I’m attracted to, jerkface.”
My mouth twitched.
Then I cleared my throat and adjusted in my seat. The tension didn’t feel awkward, thankfully.
It wasn’t my intention to complicate things, but we were more than two men who evidently shared a mutual attraction. In the span of a few days, I’d gone from worrying about the family’s pseudo little brother because he’d been a flight risk who couldn’t share his struggles, to…whatever the fuck this was. He’d come so far. He was happier now that he’d opened up. More than that, he was himself. He’d let down his guard with me. Was it so weird that I was protective of his progress?