Everything else fades.
It’s just Layne and me. My mouth on her skin, her breath in my ear, her body pressed to mine.
There are moments when she stiffens, like shadows brush across her memories, but I slow down, shift, follow her lead.
I roll us gently so she’s on top, giving her control, giving her space. “Take what you need, baby,” I whisper, my voice breaking. “Takeme.”
Because right now, this isn’t about whatIwant. This is about showing her she’s safe. That sheownsthis moment.
And I’ll give her everything—on her terms. Always.
Her throat bobs as she swallows, and then her hand slides slowly down my chest. Lower. Until her fingers wrap around my shaft, and I groan, head tipping back for just a second before I lean in and press a kiss to her throat.
My tongue grazes her skin, tasting the salt of her sweat, and she exhales—a deep, aching sound that tells me she needs this as much as I do.
She shifts, steady and careful, and then lowers herself onto me. Inch by inch, she takes me in, her body trembling as she sinks down until I’m buried deep inside her.
It hits me like a wave—hot, overwhelming,home.
Her warmth surrounds me, grips me, and I moan, loud and unfiltered.
“Fuck, Layne,” I rasp, voice shredded with need. “You feel so damn good.” My hands find her hips, sliding down to cup her ass, guiding her as she moves.
“Come on, baby,” I breathe, eyes closing as she begins to rise—agonizingly slow—then lowers herself again in the same torturous rhythm. I reach for her, thread my fingers into her hair, and pull her down for a kiss.
It’s all teeth and tongue and heat—desperate and deep. Her hips grind down against me, and when her breasts brush against my chest, it sends a jolt through me that I feel all the way in my spine.
Her rhythm quickens. I can feel her starting to lose herself in it, inus.
Sweat beads at my brow, my heart hammering like it’s trying to break out of my chest.
“Let go, Lay,” I whisper, voice shaking as my hips meet hers, thrust for thrust.
She closes her eyes, fingers digging into my shoulders, and lets herself fall into it—head tipping back, lips parted.
“Oh God, yes,” she breathes.
My hands slide up to her breasts, kneading them gently, thumbs brushing over her nipples with every movement. Her moans grow louder, more ragged, and I know she’s close.
“Right there,” she whispers, and I give her everything I have—until she flies.
The meaningful tingling sensation slides down my spine and I have to concentrate not to come. I go faster and deeper, over and over, until suddenly her whole body tenses, her fingers dig into my shoulders, and her mouth falls open. As her orgasm rips through her, her inner muscles contract around my hard cock. I thrust twice more and cum while she’s still convulsing around me.
“Shit, Layne,“ I manage. “So good.”
Layne sags against my chest and I wrap my arms around her. “I love you,” I whisper.
And then I hear it. Her soft voice against my chest: “I love you too, Ky.”
“Let me take them to school,” Layne says as she prepares Rebel’s lunch box in the kitchen of my apartment.
I think about it for a moment. “Is that a good idea?”
“He said we’re safe. We have to start somewhere, and this is…”
“This is soon,” I say.
“This is close. Have someone follow me if necessary. In the worst-case scenario, ask Pax.” She looks up at me with a pleading expression.
