He was moving, his limbs intact, a head on his shoulders. His hair was tousled, a few scrapes on his forearms, dust billowing as he brushed his torn pants off half-heartedly… He was okay.
My legs gave out under me, and I crumbled onto my knees in the dirt.
“Lothair…”
“That was wild.” He gave me his most arrogant smirk.
After almost twohours on the side of the road talking to the police and my bosses, a colleague from Cassidy and Hassel drove us home. We hadn’t been able to identify the driver of the SUV. The license plates were stolen, and the windows tinted. It could have been any of the lunatics who’d been trying to get a piece of Lothair for ages.
Lothair was withdrawn, but it wasn’t like we could talk in front of everyone. When we finally made it into his house, he mumbled something about a shower and stalked away.
Except I wasn’t letting him out of my sight anymore.
In his room, I sorted the mess of clothes from his attempt to pack. Some of it was damp since he’d been soaking wet when he’d started, so I hung a few T-shirts and a hoodie in the laundry room and threw my dirty jeans into the washer. I didn’t bother putting on fresh pants. If things went my way, I’d be taking them off again soon.
When I returned to the bedroom in my underwear, the sound of the shower had just stopped. I planted myself on a chair by the bed and waited. A few minutes later, heemerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel around his hips.
As I stood to face him, he crossed his arms over his chest. I could tell he’d been preparing a speech. As if it hadn’t been enough for me to watch him being catapulted from a moving vehicle…
“I don’t want to be something you accept because you have no choice. I refuse to?—”
I put my hand over his mouth. “Hush.”
His skin was like a magnet for me. I slid my hands to his bare chest and stroked the perfect plains.
No, nothing compared to being with Lothair. His scent. The taste of him. My visceral reaction to his mere presence in the room.
I leaned in and nuzzled the base of his throat. His scent filled my senses, soothing the anxiety I’d felt since waking up without him. I didn’t have the words to express the mess of bewilderment and jittery excitement in my head. I kissed him instead.
Lothair let out a pained whimper and gripped my hair, pulling me close. We toppled onto the bed. He tore my wet T-shirt off and latched on to my nipple as I struggled out of my boxers.
When we were both naked, we rolled to the other side of the bed, him on top of me, thrusting against me. Our cocks slid together, and I felt it. Ridges. Mine and his, rubbing together. Gasping, we both looked down.
God. This was mind-blowing. A dream.
He clasped us together, and we rocked, our cocks sliding against each other. The ridges felt incredible.
“This is madness,” he rasped, moving faster.
“I’m going to come.”
“Me too.”
We erupted at the same time, and I watched the cum fly and blend, drops colliding in the air.
Lothair growled and slithered down my body, licking it off my chest and belly. Then he sucked my oversensitive cockhead, and I shouted.
“Kiss me!”
He launched at me, our mouths clashing. I savored the taste of our combined cum on his tongue.
“I want you,” I managed between biting kisses. “Don’t leave.”
“I won’t.”
Lothair clutched me, squeezing me with his inhuman strength, and I realized I was holding on to him just as hard.
“We’ll figure this out,” I managed.
