Plus, I never slept so good before, even when I was a kid.
Mom died before the sickness, not sure how. I was too young. But her and my father were always fightin’, always yellin’.
After she was gone, he’d pick on me, sometimes even waking me up in the middle of the night to punish me for something.
Rex is different. Never goes to bed mad. And having him nearby makes me feel . . . safe. Something about his steady presence is soothing, makes me trust him.
And that scares the hell out of me.
Vulnerability gets you killed. Makes you weak.
My jaw clenches tight as my father’s words invade my thoughts. I burrow back into Rex and he tightens his arms around me.
His breath deepens as he conks out first, and soon my eyes grow heavy, his light snores like a lullaby, chasing away the rotten voice that haunts me.
Glad Rex ain’t groping me or whipping his dick out either. Just cuddling. I kinda need the break. My legs and ass are sore as shit.
I yawn big, letting my eyes fall shut. Rex’s steady warmth along my back keeps me cozy as I start drifting off.
Maybe this cuddly sleep stuff ain’t so bad.
Chapter 3
Wandering hands jolt me awake. I’m barely conscious but my stupid dick is already getting hard. Wish I could say it’s from the orgasm denial, but I swear the traitorous appendage does it just for Rex.
I grumble, then try to wiggle away. “Still tired.”
But he drags me back against his chest anyway, his scratchy beard brushing my neck as he kisses my jaw, his hand already shoving into my pants. “Rise and shine, boy.”
“Don’t want to.” Not entirely true, especially since I’m fully hard now and throbbing under his palm. “I’m sore as hell from you railing me yesterday morning.”
He stills for a second, then out of nowhere, he reaches around and pinches the back of my thigh hard enough to sting.
“Ow! The hell was that for?” I try to jerk away, but he’s got me locked in place.
“You know I can tell when you’re lying.” His voice rumbles low in my ear.
I huff, glaring at the peeling wallpaper across from me. “Cannot.”
Another pinch makes me yelp, this time right on my ass. Before I can properly cuss him out, Rex has me flipped onto my back. He undresses me and tosses my clothes to the floor, leaving me bare and exposed. “Can too. And just for that, you get a special surprise now.”
I glare up at him even as heat swirls in my gut. “Great. Can’t wait.”
“Smartass.”
A click of the lube bottle cap echoes loudly in the quiet room, then he disappears under the blankets, maneuvering me how he likes.
So much for getting more sleep, and I’m not really lying. My legs are sore from all the hiking.
I bite my bottom lip, stifling a groan as his fingers tease my asshole. Between the pinching and the cold lube, I’m fully awake now.
“Can’t be helped,” he says, barely stifling a laugh as he pushes two fingers inside.
My legs spread wider as he moves them in and out slowly, the cold lube warming up quickly as he works me open. I grunt, unable to stop my hips from bucking, from visible pleading for more friction.
He releases another chuckle as he shoves his fingers in deep, then curls them right against my sweet spot. “My boy is so fuckin’ sensitive.”
“Fuck!” I arch off the bed, but he just keeps rubbing that spot relentlessly.
