Growling, I wrench myself away from him. “Why not? What good are you if you won’t fuck me when I need it.”
“If we leave now, we’ll be taking him with us.” His voice is low, but firm. “His energy, his words. It might be me sinking into your body, but he’ll be inside your head.” He takes hold of my chin, angling my head so he can speak directly into my ear. “I already told you, I don’t share.”
My head falls onto his shoulder as regret pricks the back of my eyes. “I’m sorry,” I murmur. “I didn’t want to react to him. Not like that.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he insists. “I know seeing him again is a big deal for you, but the man is a bully, Ned. You can’t hide from a bully; they’ll always find you. The best protection you have is to stand out—all the way out.” Taking my hand, he tugs me towards the crowded dance area where Gavin, Charmaine and Oz are still partying, unaware of the drama unfolding nearby. “Let’s dance. We’ll show Mr Fancy Pants who has the upper hand here.”
The corners of my mouth lift at his words. “That would be you?”
“No, Ned.” He shakes his head. “That would be you.” He slides one hand around the back of my neck, and I shudder in pleasure. Using the other hand, he takes hold of the tether and pulls me closer. “Kiss me, darling,” he says with an air of wistful drama. “Kiss me like I’m all you can think about.”
I do as I’m told. Willingly. Fervently. I pour my desire into him with soft moans and grasping hands.
When we finally part, he gazes up at me, kiss drunk and smiling. “What were we talking about?”
With a low chuckle, I lean my forehead against his. “No idea.” Our lips brush together once more. “All I can think about is you.”
TWELVE
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TONI
The amphitheatre falls silent around midnight, and we stumble back to the camper trailer soon after. Once I’d managed to banish Ned’s evil ex, we’d spent the rest of the night enjoying a pleasant mix of music, dancing, and furtive groping.
I’d refused to leave Ned’s side for even a moment. Zac already got to him twice today. The first time may have been chance, but I have no doubt the second meeting was by design. There’s no way Zac happened upon Ned in the few moments he was alone. The sick son of a bitch was watching us, waiting for the opportunity to strike. I wouldn’t allow Ned to fall victim to that bastard again.
Slamming the trailer door closed, I lock it behind us. When I turn around, Ned is guzzling water from the bottle we bought earlier. Replacing the cap, he tosses the bottle aside before pulling his shirt over his head and toeing off his shoes and socks.
He grins as I leer at his bare chest. “Give me a minute to make the bed,” he says, digging into his bag for a set of sheets. “Then I’ll see what I can do about the look on your face.”
I watch with avid interest as he crawls around on the raised mattress in nothing but his jeans, tucking the fitted sheet into place. The flat sheet comes next. He takes an inordinate amount of time smoothing it out, teasing me with the sight of his arse waving in the air.
My mouth waters as I approach him from behind. I run a hand over his right butt cheek before reaching down between his thighs to cup his shaft. He’s as hard as a freaking tent pole as he bucks against my palm with a low curse.
“Did you mean what you said earlier?” I ask, my voice gritty with lustful hope. “Can I do things to you?”
Shuffling backwards off the bed, Ned stands to face me. Mouth open. Eyes glazed. “I meant it,” he whispers. “I want you to.”
He’s so beautiful like this. So open and needy.
Zac used that need against him. He hurt him with it. I don’t need the details to know it’s true. The idea is despicable, but the anger it inspires only serves to sharpen my focus.
If Ned wants to offer himself to me, I’ll accept. I will drain his well dry. I’ll also make damned sure he feels good in the giving.
I flash my dimples at him. “Show me more skin, Ned.”
With a grin, he immediately starts stripping out of his remaining clothing. I unbutton my shirt and shrug it off, grateful for the warmth of the air inside our tiny trailer.
Once Ned is naked, his cock standing proud and weepy between us, I issue the next command. “Get down on your knees and tell me again.” The words are softness and silk draped over steel.
Without breaking eye contact, Ned lowers himself to the floor. His back is straight, his chest moving in slow, deep breaths. His arms are relaxed by his sides, hands open and palms turned towards me. “I’m giving myself over to you, Toni.” His voice trembles, but his head is high. “I want you to use me for your pleasure, any way you’d like.”
Every muscle quivers with lust and excitement as I stand before him. He really does mean what he says. There is no doubt or hesitation in him. Not in his voice, his eyes, his body. He wants this.
I want it, too. As soon as we establish the necessary boundaries.
Sitting on the end of one of the bench seats beside the dining table, I part my knees and urge Ned forwards to kneel between them. “What’s your safe word?” I ask, running my hands over his chest and shoulders.
