My feet stopped when I thought of something. “You said he broke in here?”
Rett nodded, blond hair tickling my chin. “Was waiting when I walked in.”
Rage so strong swept through me that my entire body tensed. I should never have left. If I had just walked in without asking, none of this would have happened.
This was on me.
My options were impossible. Stay and risk him being hurt because of me. Leave and risk him being hurt because I wasn’t here to protect him.
These thoughts made my brain feel like a Rubik’s Cube. An impossible puzzle in 3D.
This is exactly why I never get involved.
Too late, the heckler hiding in my brain countered.
Thinks he’s funny. Really, he’s just an asshole.
A light touch drew my attention to where Rett was doodling a small circle across my chest. Feeling my attention, he looked up, hitting me hard with those wide, silver-hued peepers. “What if I wasn’t the victim back there?”
“You will never be anybody’s victim because I’d burn this city down first.”
“But what if?—”
I made a sound, cutting him off, nerves humming with something dark and intense. “No what-ifs. It doesn’t matter. You are off-limits to anyone who causes you harm.” His lips parted, but I cut him off again. “Even if you harm them first.”
His lower lip disappeared into his mouth while his eyes gleamed with something I didn’t recognize but became drunk on anyway.
The pull this pint-sized human had on me was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Even with the distance between us, it had always been there. A silent ache, an insistent tug on a piece of me no longer mine.
His head dropped back against my bicep, that soft fucking stare spearing me to my core.
“I’d kill for you,” I whispered.
“Would you live for me too?”
My heart dropped hard enough to bruise, the ache blooming like a flower after a storm. How he found beauty in destruction—mydestruction—I might never understand, but maybe I didn’t want to. At least not while he was looking at me like I was his entire universe and nothing else mattered.
I fused our lips with reckless abandon, retracing my steps to kick the door closed, and swirled my tongue possessively around his. All those nights of imagining him, two years’ worth of distance, only to come back and find him threatened—not once but twice—created an urgency not even my strong will could deny. The tease from the alley only made it more potent, proof that trying to pretend I wasn’t absolutely gone for him was just a waste of time. Especially when I’d already wasted too much.
I didn’t bother looking for the bedroom, not when the couch was right there. I sat with him in my lap, our lips not breaking at all as he scrambled to straddle my lap. My cock was rigid against his ass. The way he wiggled fit it between hischeeks just right.
I grunted and kissed deeper, grabbing for his shirt, and ripped it down the center. He gasped when I shoved the tattered fabric off his body and tugged him closer so we were skin to skin. His ass fit perfectly in my palms, and I squeezed him through his pants while driving my hips upward.
His whimper broke the kiss, his wet lips smearing to my cheek and over my jaw. I tilted my head, wanting more of that sweet glide against my skin, and he gave it willingly, licking and sucking down my throat and across my collarbone.
Our bodies rutted impatiently, and I sat up away from the cushions, wrapping both arms around him and latching on to the skin at the top of his shoulder. He arched and whined, reaching between us to tug at my sweats.
“Please, Hiro.” He panted. “Please.”
His desperation only enhanced mine, and I flicked open his jeans and lifted him off my lap. He protested, all grabby hands and liquid eyes with blond locks teasing his forehead.
“Fucking beautiful,” I whispered. “The most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”
I stood him in front of me and swiped his clothes down with one efficient move. And then he was crawling back into my lap.
“Such a needy kitten, aren’t you?” I rasped, trying to get my pants down while his weeping dick pressed against my stomach.
His lips came back to mine, and I abandoned my sweats halfway down my thighs in favor of filling my hands with him. His hand wrapped around my girth and squeezed, making me moan, and I pushed two fingers into his mouth. “Make them wet, baby.”
