Page 55 of The Star in Room 7

“No, mine probably didn’t, either.” I open my eyes and trace my finger over his shirt’s shoulder seam. “What if someone who needs the room more shows up?”

“Is Halo House full?”

“No, but…”

“You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“You promise?”

“Yes. What about going back there, to collect your things?”

I shrug. “He said it was my call, that it might help to go back and try to reclaim the space.”

“I’d go with you,” Nate promises. “Whenever you want to.”

“Thank you. Part of me thinks I should just get it over and done with, like ripping a plaster off. Uh, a Band-Aid. The faster I do it, the faster I’ll know whether I’ll be able to live there again.” I shudder. “Although I don’t think I could while I know she’s not in jail. Will she go to jail?”

“I don’t know, baby.”

“I should do it.”

“Go to your apartment?”

“Yes. Not to reclaim it. I don’t think I could ever do that. But to get my things. My toys were expensive.”

Nate laughs gently. “We can always get you new ones, sweet boy. I’ll treat you.”

I lift my head and stroke his beard. “I’d rather feel you inside me, Daddy. Please?”

We haven’t taken that step yet, despite getting each other off via other means. Maybe he doesn’t want to.

“Are you sure that’s what you need?”

“It is.”

“And you’re sure it’s what you want?”

“Yes. Unless… You don’t?”

“Oh, baby. I do. I can’t tell you how much I want to.”

“Then… Why haven’t we?”

Nate kisses me softly. “You haven’t asked, sweetheart. I didn’t want to push you into something you weren’t ready for or didn’t want.”

“I’m asking now, Daddy.”

He maneuvers me so he can press me against the wall beside the window, and kisses me hard, his tongue claiming my mouth, his hand sliding beneath my T-shirt to caress me. I let my hands rove, too, tugging his shirt out of his trousers, pushing his jacket off his shoulders. I undo his shirt buttons, and he lifts my T-shirt over my head, throwing it onto the floor. He makes short work of unbuttoning my jeans and pulling the zipper down, before sliding his hand into my underwear to caress my cock, which hardens at his touch.

“Not here,” he says, before pressing desperate kisses to my neck.

He pulls me away from the wall, tugging me into the bedroom, and pushing me onto the bed. He kneels between my spread legs, kissing me as I tug his shirt sleeves off his powerful arms. I fumble with his belt and then get his trousers undone, my actions frantic. My body is tingling, my pulse racing. I’m breathless from desire. His strong presence is all-encompassing. His mouth against mine, the sensual flicks of his tongue, the nip of his teeth, his body pressed to mine, the hardness of his cock, the power in his arms as he pins me to the bed. I’ve never wanted someone so much. We’re naked before I know it, our clothes a messy heap on the floor.

“Let me get some lube,” Nate gasps. “And a condom.”

I don’t want him to move, but I know he has to. I lay, breathing hard and staring at the ceiling for the few seconds it takes him to get supplies. Then he’s over me again, kissing me, touching and tasting me. He makes everything fade away. Every fear, every worry. Nothing matters but him.

He squeezes lube over his fingertips and then teases my hole, smiling as I gasp. “Are you ready?”