My arms tightened around him.
Damn this cotton candy heart.
CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN
Rett
He ran practically naked through the streets.
No one had ever done anything like that for me before. Yeah, yeah, it’s not as impressive as, say, taking a bullet, but listen, we all have our fantasies.
And Hiro just seemed to know exactly how to fulfill mine.
Rescuing me more than once.Three times.But who’s counting? Took care of me when I was sick, got me off the streets, and chased me down half naked to kiss the shit out of me.
“I guess you’re the only one allowed to run away,” I murmured, my face still pressed against his neck.
“I didn’t run away. I had work,” he replied, voice deep and rumbly beside my ear.
Tingles raced across my scalp and rushed down my spine. “You never came back.”
And that was what hurt the most. He never planned to see me again; he just happened to.
He pulled back, the dark umber of hiseyes almost black in the dim light. “I’m here now.”
Will you stay?The question sat heavy on my tongue, almost choking me with the urge to ask. But asking would be like admitting I wanted him to. He’d already taken enough of me. I wasn’t going to just keep spooning out more, and that signaled it was a good time to put my dick back in my pants.
The sticky mess between us was an embarrassing reminder of how weak I was when he touched me. No one had ever affected me this way. If I hadn’t met him, I would deny that anyone even could.
Since my shirt was already ruined, I used it to clean off his abs, which were just as cut as two years ago, and then quickly tucked my softened dick back into my jeans. It made me realize that only one of us got off.
I wiggled around, bumping almost instantly into his rock-hard cock. Despite the satisfaction clinging to my bones, I tensed. “Let me…” I began, unwrapping my legs from his waist to reach for the tent in his sweats.
By the way, everything they say about men in gray sweats is true. It’s no wonder I combusted right here in this dingy little alley.Hotter than a microwaved burrito at two a.m.And listen, there was literally nothing better than a microwaved burrito in the middle of a cold night in the dark city. When I was homeless, I didn’t have them much, but when I did, it felt like a little slice of heaven.
Hiro tsked and gripped me harder, keeping me lifted so that my feet dangled uselessly over the ground. “Now what are you doing?”
“Repaying the favor,” I said, reaching again for his dick.
He twisted away so I couldn’t reach but somehow stillkept me suspended over the concrete. “Hands to yourself, Pip.”
Rejection stung, and I tried to shrink away. “You don’t want me to touch you?”
He cursed beneath his breath and set me on my feet. Before I could rush off, he used his body to pin me against the wall. “Sometimes all I can think about are your hands,” he admitted, eyes burning a hole through mine.
Taking a chance, I reached between us again, my hand wrapping around the bulge easily. When my fingers tightened, he pulsed beneath them.
Something I couldn’t identify passed through his eyes, the hazy expression cut off by his heavy lids. I started to stroke, using the soft fabric and my grip as friction.
He let out a rough sound and then caught my wrist, holding tight enough to stop me but not tight enough to hurt. “If you want to repay me, tell me why you were limping down the street just now.”
“What?” I asked, incredulous. He’d rather question me than have an orgasm?Lame.
“Did you get hurt yesterday?” He scowled. “That’s what you get for trying to get involved in a fight with a pair of tweezers. Tweezers, Pip! Just because it’s pointy doesn’t mean it’s a weapon.”
“They were giant tweezers!” I defended. “And they stabbed right into that guy.” I saw him bleed and everything.
