“I had forty thousand in savings and a contact who knew about the warehouse space,” I admitted, surprised at how easily the words came. “Everyone said I was crazy to sink everything into it. But I needed something to rebuild myself around.”
Theo just listened, fingers tracing patterns on my chest, eyes intent on mine. No judgment, no platitudes.
Then he told me about the foster home where a caseworker first noticed him obsessively remixing songs on a beat-up laptop. How music became the one constant as he bounced between placements.
“I’d sample anything—kitchen sounds, street noise, snippets of conversation,” he said, voice soft in the darkness. “Created worlds I could control when everything else was chaos.”
I found myself wanting to go back in time, to find that skinny kid and tell him it would be okay. The intensity of that feeling terrified me.
This thing between us is evolving into something I don’t have a name for. Something I can’t categorize or control.
And that scares the shit out of me.
Theo stirs beside me, his eyes fluttering open. In the dim light filtering through his bedroom window, I can see the ghost of a smile form on his lips when he registers my presence.
“Can’t sleep?” he murmurs, voice thick with drowsiness.
“Just thinking.”
“Dangerous hobby.” He rolls toward me, running a finger along my collarbone. “Want a distraction?”
Before I can answer, he’s sliding on top of me, straddling my hips. The weight of him feels familiar now. I lift my hands to grip his thighs, thumbs tracing the intricate tattoo that curls around his hip.
“You know exactly where that leads,” I warn, feeling myself hardening beneath him.
Theo grins, the wicked smile I’ve come to crave. “Oh, I’m counting on it, Daddy.”
The name still hits the same way, but now it comes with something else—a warmth that wasn’t there before. He leans down, brushing his lips against mine in a tease before pulling back.
“Remember the first time?” he whispers.
“Which first time?”
“When you couldn’t decide if you wanted to punch me or fuck me in Julian’s living room.”
I flip him suddenly, pinning him beneath me, enjoying his surprised gasp. “Still can’t sometimes.”
Theo laughs, wrapping his legs around my waist with practiced ease. “Liar. You’re obsessed with me.”
“Shut up,” I growl, but there’s no heat behind it.
His hands find my face, thumbs stroking my stubble with surprising tenderness. “Make me.”
I kiss him then, deep and claiming, the way I’ve learned he likes. His body arches against mine, a dance we’ve perfected. When I reach between us, I find him already slick with lube from earlier.
“Someone is still prepared,” I murmur against his neck.
“What can I say?” Theo sighs as I push inside him, the familiar heat enveloping me. “I knew you’d wake up wanting more.”
I thrust deeper, angling my hips to hit that spot that makes Theo’s back arch off the bed. His cock, hard and flushed, bounces against his stomach with each movement. Without breaking rhythm, I wrap my hand around his length, loving the contrast between his velvety soft skin and how rigid his dick gets for me
“Fuck, I love your cock,” I growl, surprising myself with the admission. Before the Hunt, I couldn’t have imagined saying those words to anyone.
Theo’s eyes flash with pleasure in the dim light. “Yeah? Show me how much.”
I tighten my grip, stroking him in time with my thrusts, mesmerized by the bead of pre-cum that forms at his tip. I swipe my thumb through it, spreading the wetness down his shaft. The groan that escapes him sends a shudder through my entire body.
“I think about it all the time,” I admit, my voice rough with desire. “Even at the gym. In meetings. Picturing how it feels in my hand. My mouth.”
