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There’s so much tension lining his face. All I want to do right now is help, and it’s always so fucking hard to get him to open up. There are glimpses and cracks that I slip into whenever they appear, like they did the other night, but it’s so rare.
So maybe that’s what pushes me at this moment. Seeing him suffer and torture himself over shit that wasn’t his fault.
“None of this is your fault. You’ve always put yourself in harm’s way…I don’t even know if I ever thanked you properly in all those years…”
“I would have put a bullet in every last one of them if they’d ever touched you.” He bites off my fumbled words, holding my eyes with such possessiveness I can’t help but drown a little more in him.
“Of course you would. And you’re doing the same for her. Fox knows you are.” My fingers creep up to slide around the back of his neck, brushing over the short hairs there, his pulse ticking up in response.
“What can I give you?” I flex my fingers against his nape. There’s no doubt that Thorne is coiled so tight right now; he’s going to be a liability if we try to face down a room of the very people who fraternize with the ones he wants to see with their brains splattered all over the wall.
“Ky.” His teeth grit, but I can see he’s fighting the urge to admit what he wants.
“I know you, Thorne Calliano. You’re a man who takes what he wants…and I’m offering.”
His fist flies up to grab the front of my shirt, and we’re hovering somewhere over the center console together. The dark concrete box of this underground car park is empty, and the silence feels deafening as the man in front of me wrestles with himself.
All while his captivating stare bounces between my eyes, and my mouth.
“You took care of me. You take care of everyone.” I let my own gaze fall to his lips. “So, give me the chance to do the same for you.”
There’s a tight noise that comes out of his throat.
“Why can’t I say no to you?” He murmurs.
An answer—a very specific word—dangles tantalizingly out of reach, but it would be madness to say it right now. So instead, I drop my hand from his neck, letting him continue to hold me tight by the front of my button-down, and find the bulge in his pants.
“You sound just like Ven.” I hum as my palm covers his erection, and I take the opportunity to rub him through the material.
A mess of emotions that have never fucking existed inside me before, all collide together and wrestle for space. Wanting to help ease his burden, to show how much I’ve always cared for him, while at the same time as letting myself admit I’m in love with him, I’m falling in love with Fox and Ven a little bit more every day.
The way his throat works down a swallow and his eyes flutter closed is like a drug.
He lets me stroke him, and our foreheads drop together as both our breaths echo raggedly in the small space inside this car.
“What happened, that was not a one-time only thing, is that clear? I cannot and will not fuck you and not give you my heart at the same time, do you understand me?” Thorne hovers so close to my mouth. His proximity is exhilarating and sucks me deeper into the spiral of emotion I’ve been trapped in for so long when it comes to him.
The deepest, sexiest noise comes out of him when I cup and squeeze harder. “You know I’ve spent so much time in that house knowing you were just down the hall. Wondering what you’d taste like. Wondering how you’d feel coming apart underneath me.”
God, my dick is fucking throbbing hearing him admit this hasn’t been a one-sided thing.
“I’ve wanted you for so long. But I never knew…” I run my tongue over his bottom lip, while my palm keeps working over his length.
“Christ. Ky.” There’s pain in his voice as my name whispers through the air between us. Like he still feels so guilty for finding some little shred of enjoyment for himself—as if true pleasure is a luxury this man couldn’t afford amongst the bloodshed and the trauma he’s been through.
“I want this. Let me make you feel good before we have to go in there.”
My fingers take over. I’m unbuckling his belt, and he’s not stopping me. The weight of his stare is heavy on the place where his cock strains at the material, and he widens his stance so I can free his erection.
“Fffuuuck.” Thorne grunts as my fingers wrap around his length. “If we’re doing this, I’m gonna need you to take out that pretty boy cock of yours and show me.”
Goosebumps run down my arms. I’m always caught off guard when he starts to dom me, and the hit is addictive.
So, of course, I do as he says.
My dick is aching; I should probably be embarrassed at how eager I am. It takes a mountain of effort to bite my tongue and not beg Thorne to shove my head into the leather and pound me right there in the backseat.
He lets go of my shirt, dropping his hand down to my groin and my leaking tip. With a smolder in his eyes, he thumbs my piercing, and I nearly fucking die.
