Chapter Thirty-Four
Aeren woke slowly, wrapped in a deliciously familiar masculine scent. Confused, he thought back to the night before, but all he remembered was fighting to keep his eyes open after being questioned by the detective. Stretching, he took stock of his situation.
He was still dressed and lying on his stomach on the bed, half-pinned under the weight of Lamar’s muscular, nearly-nude body. Warm and safe. And, from the emotions rolling off the detective as he slept, wanted.
Aeren stretched and started to wriggle out of his clothes, only to be tugged back under Lamar after his shirt was removed. The second time he tried to move, he managed to shimmy out of his jeans, leaving him nude but for his socks before Lamar shifted, throwing his leg over Aeren’s thigh with a growling snore.
The soft brush of cotton over his butt told him that Lamar had slept in his underwear. Reaching behind him, Aeren managed to shove them down, freeing Lamar’s hard cock and moaning softly as it slid over his hip, leaving a trail of slick fluid on his skin. Slipping his right leg out to the side, Aeren canted his hips, moaning again when Lamar’s slick cock dragged through his crease, kissing his hole.
“Aeren?” Lamar’s voice was low and gravelly in his ear. “Are you awake?”
“Yes, sir,” Aeren sighed, pressing back when Lamar started to ease away.
Lamar froze at his words, torn between his desire for his boy and his conscience.
His damned conscience won.
Gripping Aeren’s hips in his hands, he gave them a gentle squeeze and then rolled over, releasing him.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly, pulling his briefs back up over his hips. “I thought I could sleep next to you without molesting you.”
“You did,” Aeren said softly. “You were just cuddling me. I, well, I took off my clothes and did the rest.”
The silence hung thick around them until Lamar finally spoke again. “Why?”
“Why?” Aeren parroted in confusion.
“Yeah,” Lamar said. “Why did you do that?” When there was no response, he sighed and pushed himself up, leaning against the headboard. Reaching for Aeren’s hand, he held it between both of his own.
“I’m not mad,” he assured Aeren. “But we can’t go on like this.” He squeezed Aeren’s hand. “Mandy said I hurt you. I never wanted to do that.”
The sound of Aeren swallowing was audible. “It wasn’t your fault,” he said softly. “It was me. I..” he trailed off and then took a deep breath. “You told me it was just for the night. It was my fault I wanted more.” His hand shifted in Lamar’s, telling him that Aeren had shrugged.
“What?” Sunned Lamar struggled to remember the conversation. “When did I do that?”
“Do we have to this?” Aeren sighed.
“I think we do.”
“The night I left,” Aeren mumbled. “You said you were mine for the night. Then, afterward, you told me that you were glad I wasn’t around all the time.”
“I..what?” Lamar thought back and groaned. “Oh, baby. That wasn’t what I meant at all.” He used the hand he was holding to gently tug Aeren up into his lap. “I meant that you could use me any way you wanted that night; not that it was only for the night.” He rubbed his nose behind Aeren’s ear, eliciting a shiver. “And I was teasing you when I said you’d be the death of me if you were always here.” His tongue traced the shell of Aeren’s ear. “I can’t think of a better way to go.”
Lamar pulled the covers up over the smaller body tucked against his chest, wrapping them in a warm cocoon. “I was afraid I’d read too much into what we were doing,” he admitted. “Once I had you, the last thing I wanted to do was let you go – not even for a minute.” He gave a rueful laugh. “I thought I came on too strong and scared you.”
Aeren’s chest began to vibrate as he emitted the sweet, endorphin-inducing aura that was all him.
“Are you happy or are you trying to comfort me?” Lamar asked gently, brushing his lips over the top of the tangled blond curls.
“Happy,” Aeren told him, shifting his hips with a groan. “But I could be happier.”
“You could, huh?” Lamar teased with a small, upward thrust. “What did you have in mind?”
Aeren pulled his hand free and cupped Lamar’s face, pressing their mouths together before tracing Lamar’s lips with the tip of his tongue. He ground himself against Lamar’s lap, holding the detective tight. “Make me yours.”
“Oh, hell,” Lamar groaned, exhaling sharply. He rolled them over, bracing his weight on one elbow while his other hand shoved his boxer briefs down and kicking them off. “I can do that, baby.”
