“Let me take care of you,” he whispered.
“Fuck no.” I grasped his arm and yanked him to his feet, ignoring the fiery hot pain that tore through me. Luckily, he didn’t fight as I shoved him back toward the bed, and his grin widened when he fell on his ass on the mattress.
PD held out his hands. “Come here.”
I took a breath and stepped forward, slotting between his thighs so he could lay kisses over my abs. My cock tapped him under the chin, and he chuckled before placing another kiss on the tip. I shuddered.
“How do you want to do this?” PD asked, staring up at me with his big gray eyes.
“Well, it’s usually a couple of cocks and an asshole. Insert tab A into slot B and add in some thrusting,” I drawled. I laughed when he shot me a mock glare.
“Very fucking funny. You know that isn’t what I meant.” He laid another kiss below my belly button, and I hummed as lust swirled low in my stomach. His scent permeated my nose and I couldn’t get enough. Inhaling his smell was my drug, and I was past the point of addiction. I was a full-blown junkie.
“I want you to fuck me,” I said.
He smirked. We’d known each other so long, I was pretty sure he knew I preferred to bottom.
I took a moment to study him, taking in the inked lines of the tattoos scattered across his body. His cock was shorter thanmine, but thicker with a large head. The small metal balls from his Jacob’s ladder piercing glimmered, and I couldn’t tear my attention away from the line of silver bars along the bottom of his cock.
He smiled up at me as he stroked my thigh before he shifted his hand to my balls, rolling them in his palm again and giving them a good squeeze. I shivered, and his grin widened as he slipped his hand back farther to my guiche piercing that he’d given me about five years ago. He petted the skin around the ring, gentle and teasing, and I cursed the fucker under my breath.
His face softened. “We need to talk about how we’re going to do this, Will. You’re still in pain and I don’t want to make it worse. If you’re on your back, it’ll probably hurt your ribs. Same on your stomach, but I want to see your face.”
I cringed.Fuck. If I hadn’t been injured, this wouldn’t have been a conversation. We’d fuck like it was the end of the world. I went to step back, but he grasped my hips and gave me a narrowed glance.
“Stop. I want this and I know you do, too, but I’ll fucking stab myself in the heart before I hurt you more.” He stood and dragged me closer. Cupping my face, he kissed me with enough emotion to nearly send me crashing to the floor again.
All the years of want were centered on this moment, onthis kiss.
He pushed me toward the bed gently. “Lie on your side. I’ll fuck you from behind.”
I hesitated for two seconds before deciding not to argue. I’d wanted this for too long. If getting fucked meant appeasing PD’s instinct toprotect me—which I didn’t need—then so be it. I was careful as I slipped onto the mattress, then wriggled to the side, giving him room to slide in behind me.
“There’s lube in the top drawer,” I said over my shoulder.
Concern warped his face as he stared down at his cock.
“What?” I asked.
He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “My piercings will probably hurt. I’ve been told they do.”
I gritted my teeth at the thought of him with other guys. Someone had totell him that, after all.
“I’ll take them out?—”
“Don’t you fucking dare, Paris.”
He froze. I rarely used his first name. He didn’thateit, but he didn’t particularly enjoy it, either.
I groaned in frustration at my outburst. “I want it.If it hurts, I don’t care, I’ll even welcome it. I’ve been in pain since this accident. Maybe for once, I want to decide where it hurts. Maybe I want control of my body. If getting your cock into me here and now means a little bit of discomfort and pain, then I don’t care.Fuck me. I’m not a fucking princess who needs you to make everything feel great.”
PD assessed me for a long moment, too long, before he gave me a sharp, understanding nod, and that was what I hated and loved the most about him. He was good at following the dominos down the path I laid out and watching them fall into place. He cared. As annoying as it was when he pushed, the rational part of my brain—if that even existed anymore—knew I’d do the same for him if he was in my position.
He opened the top drawer and rustled through the contents until he found my bottle of lube, the onlyrealitem I’d unpacked from the bag I’d brought here. “Condom?”
“Nah. Don’t need it. I’m negative. You’re not stupid, and I trust you.” I shrugged, hoping he wouldn’t make a big deal out of it. PD was careful about everything he did. He was careful when it came to his tattoo parlor and had always been safety conscious, even if he was a biker like the rest of us.
His mouth quirked into a quick smile and he gave me a short nod before he settled in behind me. I closed my eyes and focused on my other senses. The warm musk that was part cologne and part his natural scent. The way his strong chest touched my back. How he breathed heavily with lust. As we got closer to being together, everything became more real.
