“It can be nothing at all. Whatever you need right now, baby,” he said firmly, like he meant it. Like it was truly my choice.
When the words finally came out of my mouth, they weren’t really what I’d expected them to be. “I think I need you to cover me and hold me down while you give it to me really slowly.”
The heat flaring in Law’s expression was gratifying as fuck. “You want me inside you?”
“Yes. Please.”
He reached for the lube from his bedside drawer, then frowned. “I haven’t had time to get condoms—”
“I’ve been tested a couple of times since I last had sex, and I’ve never gone bare before,” I interrupted him.
“I just got a full bill of health with my physical before we moved here.” He leaned in to kiss me. “You sure?”
I cupped his cheek and looked into his eyes. “I wanna joke about this on some reflexive level, but I don’t think I should. So I’m just gonna say this; I don’t want anything between us. If we’re doing this, I need you bare.”
I didn’t mean just sex, and he seemed to understand that. Nodding, he took my breath away with a soul-deep kiss.
“Like this or from behind?” he asked, palming my ass in a way that made me groan.
“Behind.” I pulled him into another kiss, then let go and rolled onto my stomach.
The sound he made when he grabbed my ass with both hands was indecent.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Oak,” he rumbled, spreading my cheeks apart, kneading them like my ass was the best thing.
“Are you going to stare and grope or do something else before I fall asleep?” I asked, feigning a yawn.
He smacked my ass, because of course he did. I moaned like a wanton brat. Because of course I did.
I had a feeling I wouldn’t be falling asleep until I was dripping his cum or, knowing Law, after he had cleaned me up. I went boneless and melted into the sheets in anticipation. All I wanted was his weight pinning me down while gave me what I’d asked.
“Make me feel safe,” I whispered.
Chapter 21
Law
He was killing me.
Make him feel safe? I didn’t know how I was supposed to do that. I could only treat him as he deserved to be treated. With kindness and compassion. Cherish him. Worship him. And maybe that would, in time, translate to that feeling of safety. Because he would know, with me, he was cared for.
I lowered myself onto him, covering him with my body but keeping as much weight as I could on my forearms. I didn’t want to crush him, and I so easily could. I slid my arms under his shoulders so I surrounded him, then lowered my head and kissed his shoulders. Oak let out a decadent moan, and I hid my smirk against his skin. Not that he would be able to see with his eyes closed, but still. I breathed him in, and because he’d used my body wash, he already smelled like a mixture of him and me. I liked that more than I expected, and I growled as I bit down lightly in that spot where his shoulder met his neck.
Oak whined and tried to get his knees under himself, wiggling his ass against me. Because I was so much taller, we didn’t connect where I wanted to. I surged up so I could rub my cockagainst him, thrusting until I slid between his cheeks. Oak made a sound, deep from his throat, that could only be described as guttural. It got my blood pumping, and I rutted against him like some animal in heat.
“Law.” My name was a breathy whine and it spurred me on. I wanted todevourhim.
“Hold that thought,” I whispered and moved off him. He gasped, eyes shooting open, and threw a hand out. I grabbed it, squeezing tightly for just a second. “We need lube, baby. I have to go get it.”
Some of the panic left the eye that I could see and the corner of his mouth ticked up. “Most guys keep their lube in the nightstand.”
I chuckled and raised my voice as I walked into the bathroom. “Most guys don’t have a nosy five-year-old who opens drawers he shouldn’t open and asks questions he’s too young to know the answer to.”
Thankfully, none of my kids had ever found anything they weren’t supposed to in my bedroom. I’d been smart from the start, hiding all sex-related things away. Not that Cait and I had used a lot to augment our sex life, we’d both been pretty content with what we’d had, when we’d had it.
No. No thinking of my children or my ex right now. Not when I had a perfect and naked Oak in my bed.
I grabbed the lube from under the sink—tucked behind the cleaning supplies—and took the opportunity to grab a towel and wet a washcloth before I hurried back into the bedroom. Oak hadn’t moved, and he’d closed his eyes again. For a moment I stood there, soaking that delicious sight and wondering if he’d fallen asleep in the sixty seconds I’d been gone. Not that I would blame him.
