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“Acedia,” Bo murmured, pulling on my shirt to draw me to him.
I left my seat and crawled into his lap. Even though I know he hated crying, I bawled like a baby into his neck, literally wetting his collar with my tears as I clung to the fabric.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled against his skin. “I know you don’t like sobbing.”
“No, I don’t like feeling helpless,” he countered. “I can’t bring back your family. I can’t make this better for you. And when you cry, it reminds me of how cruel this world can be.”
“I know you can’t. And it is what it is. But I’m…” I took a deep breath, struggling to put into words what I felt—and how I’d felt for a long while now. Lonely? “I need a connection. I need to remember what it was like before everyone grew too bored to care. I know you saved me already, and maybe I’m asking for too much. I guess I just wish you could save me again.”
“I see.”
I pulled back to look at him, to gauge his sincerity. “Do you?”
“I do.”
Butterflies erupted in my stomach. “Then I’ll take your deal. But I’m not a virgin. Does that change the terms of it at all?”
“No. But once we do this, Acedia, you’re here to stay. If we go through with this, you are ours. You agree that you will live here with us, join our family, and make it your own. You agree to abide by our rules, and our guidance. Are you sure this is what you want?”
I nodded.
“Let me here you say it.”
“I want this.”
“Regardless of your vast experience, sex might hurt at times. You sure you want that as well?”
“I do.”
“You should be more careful what you wish for,” Bo said quietly. He then carried me to the bed I’d been using all day. “Because I am going to give you what you want.”
Chapter Seven
He sat on the edge of the bed, with me straddling his lap, and I felt the rough denim rub against my exposed folds. Was it wrong that I wanted to grind against the hard bulge beneath me?
He nudged me back. “Arms up,” he directed.
When I complied, he removed my shirt, which left me as naked as he was clothed. In virtual reality, I always enjoyed being vulnerable under the hand of a more dominant man. However, the intensity of this moment stole my breath. Why did this feel so different?
“You’re a beautiful woman,” he murmured.
My skin heated under his perusal, flushing hot and hyper-sensitizing every nerve ending. I could feel the whispers of cooler air currents brushing across my heated skin. I could feel the rough texture of his calloused hands as they rubbed from shoulders to elbow and back again. I could feel the vibration of movement in the cabin as his brothers cleaned up the kitchen.
He tilted my chin up and pressed his lips against mine.
I had been kissed before in the virtual realm, but it did not prepare me for this reality. The soft heat. The taste. The touch. My brain categorized all the little details to memory.
Bo trailed his lips across my jaw and down the column of my throat, and further still to the swell of my breasts. I grasped onto his shoulders and panted my swift rise to arousal. He kissed and nipped and licked and bit and worshipped the weight he now held in his palms, his hot mouth teasing and tasting the tight nipples that ached for something I couldn’t quite define.
I shamelessly rose into him, offering more and more to his greedy mouth.
With a growl, he stood with me in his arms, turned, and dumped me on the bed. I didn’t even have time to think when his large body descended upon mine.
I tangled my hands in his hair as he kissed his way down my stomach and spread open my legs. He descended, kneeling beside the bed, and positioned my feet to rest on the mattress’ edge, leaving nothing hidden from his front and center viewpoint.
My fingers clasped the sheet beneath my palms while he kissed his way down my inner thigh until he reached my pussy. Rough fingers spread open my swollen, aching folds, and his mouth latched onto my clit.
Crying out, I nearly launched from the bed.
