I began pushing back against him and let out a sigh of relief when his shaft slid between the globes of my ass.
“Look at us, Ethan,” I heard Cain whisper as he continued to glide his fingers all over my chest.
I looked at the mirror which was quickly steaming up, but I could still make out our bodies. His larger one bracketing mine, his tanned flesh golden against my paler skin. I barely even noticed the bruises because my gaze was on his ass as he flexed every time he slid his cock through my crease. My own dick was flushed red and at some point, I’d grabbed one of Cain’s hands with my free one. Our faces met in the reflection and I saw the same longing in his eyes that was in mine. He needed this as badly as I did.
Electricity fired up my spine as the ending drew near.
“Show me how to please you,” Cain whispered right before he closed his hand over mine on my dick. The move startled me and I paused for a moment before quickly fisting my dick again and jerking it with desperate tugs. Cain’s hand held mine for a few drags before he pushed my hand away and then took over.
“Oh fuck, yes,” I cried as his rough skin scraped over my over-sensitized flesh. I held there, surrounded by him as he worked my dick in his hand and his dick in the cradle of my ass. I’d had plenty of orgasms by my own hand and a few even with Eric, but none of them had been anything like this. I felt so out of control and yet so completely safe as Cain’s touches sent me higher and higher. In that moment, I forgot how broken we both were and just felt.
His scars didn’t exist.
Neither did mine.
We were just two people finding in each other what we couldn’t find in ourselves.
I came without warning. One moment I was standing on the edge, the next I was flying right over it. Cain’s mouth searched out mine over my shoulder as I let out a cry of relief. I tried to kiss him back, but the blissful agony that was shooting through every cell of my body made it impossible. I was barely aware of Cain’s rough shout against my lips as his body jerked behind me and white-hot heat pulsed over my hole and slid down my crease, easing the way for his dick to jerk against me. I had enough sense to look at themirror one last time right before the steam completely obliterated us from view.
What I saw matched what I felt as Cain wrapped his arms around me from behind, his hold wonderfully tight.
He fit perfectly against me.
Hewasthe missing piece of my puzzle.
I just hoped I was his.
Chapter 15
CAIN
“Hello?”
Guilt went through me at the sound of Ronan’s voice. I’d definitely woken him up. Even with the three-hour time difference, the man had clearly been in bed despite it only being just after midnight in Seattle.
“Cain?” Ronan said quietly. I could hear rustling and suspected he was getting out of bed so he wouldn’t wake his husband up. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” I said, though it wasn’t the whole truth. Yes, things were fine in that Ethan was still safe which was what Ronan had been asking. But no, things were not even close to fine otherwise.
Why had I done this? Why had I made this call? Why hadn’t I just stayed in bed with Ethan wrapped in my arms and told myself I was overthinking things as usual? Sleep would have claimed me eventually. But instead I was sitting on the closed toilet in the bathroom on the phone with a man who needed to be able to count on me to be a ruthless killer, not a simpering, agitated mess of a man who’d just had one of the most incredible…and confusing encounters of his entire life.
“What’s going on, Cain?” Ronan asked, his voice gentle…and knowing.
“You knew,” I said. “You said he’d touch me in other ways.” I hated that my voice almost sounded accusatory.
Ronan let out a soft sigh and then I heard what sounded like a chair scraping along the floor.
“I’d tell you not to fight it, but my guess is you will anyway.”
“I have nothing to offer him, Ronan. I’m so fucked up in the head…”
“That’s not true and you know it,” he countered. “You’ve been protecting yourself for a lot of years, Cain. It’s normal not to be able to let someone else in…to be able to trust them to keep you safe.”
“It’s not that,” I admitted. “I trust him. I…I know I can get past this shit with him. But what happens after that?”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s got a big family…one he wants to be close to again when this is all over. He should have someone who fits into something like that. He’s going to be an uncle soon, for Christ’s sake. Can you really see me in a room full of people with a kid on my lap?”
