Tightening my grip on his neck, I let fly, hammering away at him. He’s so delicate and sweet in my embrace, and yet fucking him is like a magic trick, a sleight of hand that removes his cute, nerd-boy glamour. The nearly violent way in which we come together pulls back the veil on his wiry strength and the filthy desires residing just beneath the surface.
He reaches for his dick, shuttling his hand up and down, matching my pace and intensity. As he begins to bow up into an orgasm, I shift my grip from his neck to his arm, pulling out of him as I force his hand from his dick.
His little, well-muscled butt humps the air. “Whyyyyy! Come back here and finish what you started,” he grumbles, flopping over to glare at me.
He’s so flushed and pretty that my hand moves of its own accord, caressing his defined cheekbones, ruffling his runaway hair. His darkened eyes pierce my soul and I crash into him, kissing him as I slip back inside. He wraps his legs around me and pulls me in, intensifying the kiss as he forces me deeper.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, kissing his cheeks and his nose.
I am painfully aware this is all we can be, but he’s perfect. So fucking perfect.
We’re trapped in a slow grind with each other, the pleasure bone-deep and heady. I run a wide, flat tongue up his neck as I split him in half, and he writhes up against me as much as he can.
“Oh god, Thane, oh god…”
I smile, knowing he’s about to comehard. I love that I can at least do this for him.
“Oh god, Thane. I l-love…I loveyousomuch. So, so much.”
His words—words he simply cannot say—send an icy shock through me, and I pull away as though burned.
He winces as I leave his body, then reaches for me, begging. “Thane, please don’t…”
I rock back on my heels, stunned. He was supposed to be perfect. He was supposed toknowhe’s way out of my league. He was supposed to be safe.
“No, Ro. I—Ican’t.”
He shakes his head, holding out his arms to me. I move back, just out of reach.
“I didn’t mean it, Thane. Come back. It was just in the moment.”
But I can tell he’s lying from the misery on his face. He pulls forward, gripping my forearm. “Please, Thane…”
I peel his hand away.
“I’m sorry,” I say as I stand, yanking up my jeans as I stuff my underwear in my pocket. “I can’t. I just…I can’t.”
I pull my shirt on and shove my feet into my shoes. I don’t bother with socks. The stress and sadness are waiting, right where I left them, bigger than ever as they slip back into place on my broad shoulders.
Shock holds him in place enough for me to make it out the door, but then he follows me into the hallway, the sheet wrapped around him.
“Thane?” he asks, his voice cracking. “Please don’t go. L-let’s talk it out.Please.”
I sometimes think about what broke my heart more, my next words or the pleading in his eyes.
“Ro, you deserve so much more than what I can give you. Fuck-and-run is all I’m good at. Just…lose my number. Forget you ever met me.”
* * *
One month ago
I’m visiting a friend in Dallas and DB has asked me to come into the main office of Blaylock Securities, his legitimate business. He would never call me into his office if he felt he could avoid it. Which means this is something he doesn’t want to tell me on the phone.
I arrive at his office and he stands, leaning heavily on his cane as he walks over and gives me a big hug. “How’s it going, Thane?”
I let out a long breath, knowing what he’s really asking but not quite sure how to answer. Mom’s been gone for nine months now and, save for his appearance at her funeral, Dad’s acting like nothing happened. He’s dating and on social media, living his best life.
And still treating me like a disappointingly bred puppy.
