“Hmm?” I put the chopped steak into a mixing bowl, where I’d already added seasonings, and began to mix it while I waited for him to tell me what was on his mind. I knew it wasn’t anything bad because just as it’d been before we’d gotten together, Kreed would’ve taken me to the living room and sat me down for any ‘bad’ conversations.
“I want to open a shelter for homeless LGBTQIA+ youth.”
I paused, turning my head to look at him. He’d released me and had taken to lounging back against the kitchen island. He’d changed out of his suit when he’d gotten home and was only wearing a long-sleeve white shirt with gray sweats. He’d even lost his shoes and socks and wore his house slippers.
My eyes locked on his cock, which was clearly visible where it pressed against the front of his pants, and I groaned. He knew those fucking pants were a goddamn distraction.
His lips twitched with an aborted smile because he knew exactly what the fuck he was doing to me. But the joke was on him because the doctor had cleared me for sex today, and I planned to bend him over his bed after dinner and take him apart piece by piece until he was so delirious and needy for my cock, he couldn’t think.
“You do?” I asked, dragging my eyes up his body to meet his warm brown eyes.
He nodded. “I think if a home had been available to you while you were a teen, you would’ve had protection from Bonnie.” He shook his head and lifted his hand, rubbing the nape of his neck. “I just don’t want what happened to you to happen to someone else, Hudson.”
“Kreed…” I rasped. It still rocked me to my core to know he believed me. That he trusted my word when I said I’d been attacked and raped. That Bonnie had constantly brought home men who liked to use their fists on me, especially when she gave the permission. “Not all kids who are harmed are gay, though.”
He nodded. “I know. Once this project is off the ground, I’ll begin another for other children. I just… I hate what happened to you, baby.”
I sighed. “I know.” Forcing a smile to my lips, I said, “I think it’s a great idea.” I dipped my chin toward all my cooking supplies. “Now, you mind helping me finish making dinner? I might fuck it up.”
He snorted and came forward, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt up before heading to the sink to wash his hands. “What do you need me to do?”
And just like that, we fell into the rhythm of making dinner together as if we’d been doing this for years and not just mere weeks.
Chapter Twenty-One
Hudson
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I was already lying in bed when Kreed finally emerged from the bathroom. He was wearing a pair of briefs that didn’t leave much to the imagination, but still, my mouth screwed in distaste because I wanted him naked. Now that I had the all-clear from my doctor, I had no intention of wasting another fucking second not being inside of Kreed.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Kreed asked, pausing on his way to the bed. His lips tugged down into a frown as he tried to figure me out.
“You’re not naked,” I grumbled.
He snorted, rolled his eyes, then hooked his thumbs into his briefs. After he dropped them to the floor and stepped out of them, he asked, “Better?”
I hummed, raking my eyes over him unashamedly. “Much.”
He was naked now, his cock rapidly swelling under my intense gaze. A dark nest of curls surrounded the base. He wasn’t trimmed, but that was okay. I liked that he wasn’t trimmed. I liked that his chest and his belly were covered in a light dusting of dark hair, too. He was a bear of a man, and I was fucking gone for him.
“You’re so needy,” he muttered as he slid beneath the blankets. “I haven’t gotten to ask yet…” After dinner, he had to deal with an important phone call from one of the officers dealing with Bonnie’s case. “How did your doctor’s appointment go?”
I was slowly getting better about seeing doctors. It definitely wasn’t easy by any means, but my therapist, who Kreed had me seeing again, had me take an anxiety med before I went in to see any kind of health professional. It kept the panic attacks at bay. Though Kreed couldn’t come today, due to his meetings, it’d still been a test of sorts to see if I could make it through an appointment without him.
Granted, Corvus was still with me, using a note he got my doctor to write for him so he could do his classes from home with me to ‘take care of me while I recovered’, but it definitely wasn’t the same as having Kreed, who’d been a solid foundation in my life from the moment I met him.
“He gave me the all-clear to have sex.”
Kreed laughed softly and wound his arms around me, tugging me closer. I went willingly, slipping my legs between his. He was just as hard as I was, and I had to swallow back a moan when our cocks rubbed together. “That’s not what I asked. Your mind is so one-track sometimes.”
I huffed. “I’m dying here, Kreed,” I grumbled, rolling him to his back. He settled his hands on my hips as I straddled him. “I’d love to be inside of you, but honestly, I’m so desperate, I’m not fucking picky. I’ll ride you or let you fuck me. I don’t care.”
He hummed and stroked his thumbs over my hips. “I’m not much of one for topping, baby. Hasn’t ever appealed to me. I’d like to be… fucked. By you. If you don’t mind.”
“Gooood,” I groaned, dropping my chin to my chest. Leaning down, I slanted my lips across his. He pulled his mouth from mine, shooting me a pointed look. I huffed in annoyance, my teeth audibly grinding together. “My appointment went great. I didn’t have a fucking panic attack. I even scheduled a goddamn annual wellness exam. There. Can we please fuck now, Kreed?”
He laughed then wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, pulling my lips down to his once more. We both moaned into the kiss when I moved my hips just enough to grind our cocks together. He was already leaking precum, and when I reached between us to slick it down his cock so the glide was smoother, he made a sound that was somewhere between a sob and a whimper. It drove me fucking crazy, and I couldn’t help myself when I wrapped my fist around both of us, forcing us to fuck into my fist.
