The lube cap opens, and I moan. Yes, that. I want that.
Cool, slick fingers press against my hole. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I groan, shifting my hips restlessly, trying to get him to put them in me.
He does, finally.
He stretches me quickly, which is for the best considering how close I am to coming. “I can’t wait to be inside you,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “You have no idea how much I want you.”
I whimper, rocking on his fingers. He pulls them out quickly, then his weight is pushing me into the mattress, and his cock is notched against my hole.
His breathing is ragged by my ear. “Ready?” he whispers.
“I’m ready.”
His lips settle on mine as he pushes forward, my body sucking him in like it was made for him.
He’s slow and gentle. Much slower and gentler than I expected. When he bottoms out, he pauses. He kisses my bottom lip and then my top one before slotting his lips over mine again as he starts rocking his hips.
I gasp into his mouth. He doesn’t go faster. He just rocks into me gently as he kisses me like we have all the time in the world. It’s unnerving. And unbearable. And fucking everything. Dangerous. It’s dangerous.
“Harder,” I grit out.
“No.” He swipes my bottom lip with his tongue. “I’m gonna take my time with you if this is all I get.”
My stomach sinks even though I know he’s right. I relax into the mattress, closing my eyes as I focus on the way his cock feels inside me. All I have to do is enjoy it. He can do whatever he wants to me. Just this once. I can only do this just this once.
I better make the most of it.
Chapter 1
Arlo—11 months later
Iwakeinablind panic, my phone blaring from under my pillow. I fumble for it, my eyes not ready to be awake yet.
I wouldn’t even worry about answering, but before I went to sleep, I set it on do not disturb, which means the list of people who can get through to me are Salem, Nora, and Jasper.
Squinting at my screen, I swipe to answer. “Hello?”
“I didn’t fucking mean to, Arlo,” Salem says on the other end of the line, his voice frantic and choked off. “Well, okay, Ididmeanto, but that little fuck had it coming. I wasn’t gonna let him do that to her, and—”
“Salem,” I say, trying to calm his tirade so he can tell me what happened.
“Michael is just such a dick, and I couldn’t take him pushing people around anymore, and now I’ve gotta go to this stupid—”
“Salem!” He goes silent, finally, and I sit up in bed, rubbing at my face. “Start from the beginning, and tell me what happened.”
He lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. “Remember how I told you that Michael was picking on some of the younger kids?”
“Yes,” I say, and Salem growls, a surefire sign he’s about to blow up again. “Hey, deep breath, kid.”
I breathe with him, inhaling deeply through my nose and out through pursed lips. We do some breathing exercises together, and when he’s ready to talk again, he whispers a quiet “Thank you.”
“You good?”
He inhales and exhales again. “I think so. Okay, so, Michael’s a little prick, and he keeps picking on one of my younger foster sisters…” My heart clenches. I need to get them the fuck out of there. “She reminds me of Nora, Arlo. And he’s so mean to her. He just…fuck.”
Groaning, I shake my head. “What happened, Salem?”
