A cold chill moves through me, and an anger I’ve only ever felt in relation to the mistreatment of my own family overcomes my senses.
Who thehelldid this to him? Is he not in pain?
“Stay,” Cameron murmurs, pulling at my arm where he’s latched on. “Don’t let him… Stay with me.”
Don’t letwho?!I want to shake him and demand answers, but the soft huff of his breath is preventing me from doing so.
“I’ll stay with you, sweetheart,” I promise. It’s a declaration deeper than what he can comprehend.
And as if that’s all he needed, like he trusts me wholly and completely, he sighs and drops his arm, slipping back off into restful sleep.
I leave him briefly, off to take my own shower, and return in a matching robe to find him sprawled out of the bed, his own robe slipping off his shoulders.
God, he’s beautiful. So beautiful that I could go mad thinking of all the menandwomen who want a taste of what he has to offer.
But I pocket those thoughts, slipping into bed beside him and pulling him to me. For now, Cameron can sleep.
In the morning, I’ll demand answers until he tells me. And he will… eventually.
Cameron is a very obedient boy.
I can’t remember what I was dreaming of just a moment ago, but as I slowly come to, I know it was something pleasant. And probably something in relation to the man next to me.
The room is still dark, informing me that it is, in fact, still the middle of the night, but I can hear the whining nonetheless.
My eyes peel open, and as I peer down at where Cameron is still sprawled over my chest, I realize it’s him.
He’s whimpering softly, brows furrowed, and lips parted as he fights some imaginary force in his mind. He’s having a nightmare.
I could shake him awake, tell him he’s not alone, but I fear that’ll only startle him. Instead, I rub at the crease in his brow and make soft shushing noises, hoping to rid him of the dream before he fully realizes it’s here.
It does not work. Cameron twitches for a moment, sighing in irritation, before his eyes begin to blink lazily, slowly bringing him to awareness.
As those sleepy gray eyes meet mine, the tension in his face dissipates, and he smiles shyly.
“Sorry,” Cameron mumbles. “Bad dream.”
“I’ve got you,” I tell him, pulling him tighter against me.
Cameron makes a pleased noise, nuzzling his face into my neck as he squirms.
Only, as he squirms, something hard and very much awake rubs against my thigh, triggering the primal part of my brain and waking me completely.
“Cameron,” I purr, brushing my lips over his ear. He shudders. “It seems you’re in a… situation.”
“Ugh,” he groans, most likely in embarrassment. I’m finding that this man findseverythingto be embarrassing. “Just ignore it.”
But now he’s subtly rubbing against me, and I can’t just ignore it. Not when his body is begging so sweetly, and the smell of him is overpowering the smell of the body wash we keep stocked in the bathroom.
Gently, I roll him onto his back, placing myself on top of him. His eyes widen, sleepy and yet startled.
“Let me give you some relief,” I whisper, dropping an open-mouthed kiss to his warm jaw. “Let me help.”
“Atticus,” he moans, his hips pushing up into mine.
It appears I will not be met with any hesitation tonight.
“Shush now,” I tell him, pinning his hips with my palm. “I’ll handle it.”
