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He squares his shoulders. “Okay, your favorite movie?”
Despite how hard I try to fight it, I feel my face getting hot. I want to think of a lie to tell him, to make it seem more … manly, I guess. I don’t know, but I never want to lie to Abel about anything. Even something like my favorite movie. I don’t even think Quin knows. Guess he’ll find out something new about me. “Ever After.With Drew Barrymore.”
“Get the fuck out!” Abel exclaims. I roll my eyes, going back to the computer, feeling stupid that I told him. Of course, he doesn’t think it’s manly. I should have lied, picked something likeDie Hardor some shit. “I love that movie! I know, like, all the lines. What’s your favorite part?”
I lift my head quickly to assess his face, to see if he’s just humoring me, but he’s sitting on the edge of his seat, looking expectedly at me to answer. “Oh … um …” I stutter a bit. “When Henry comes to rescue Danielle. I think it’s appropriate and … romantic.” My face heats more. I don’t think I’ve ever used the word romantic in my life.
Abel swoons and puts his hand on his forehead. “Ugh! Sav, how he came to rescue her and beg for her forgiveness. The cutest fucking thing ever. I need a Prince Charming to rescue me someday.” He gets a faraway look in his eyes and smiles wistfully.
I smile at him, feeling closer to him, even though it’s over a movie that was made in the nineties. I drop my gaze, feeling suddenly shy, and I see Quin move from the corner of my eye. When I look over, he has a small smile on his face, and he gives me one of those weird fucking winks.
Turning my attention back to Abel, I find him still smiling at me. “Oh, Sav. We have to watch it together. It’ll be fun.”
So, we do. A few times. And every time, Abel and I act like we’ve never seen it before. I always see him tear up at the end when they kiss at the window. The first time we watched it and I saw his eyes well, on instinct I pulled him into my arms. To my surprise, Abel relaxed in my embrace, smiling up at me with shiny eyes.
We’ve had dinner a few more times, and it seems like Abel comes to me to swallow my cock more than I call for him. It’s like he’s addicted to it. I’m not sorry about that at all. I keep my eyes on him and sometimes I catch him glancing up, then lowering his eyes quickly. We’ve gotten far in whatever this is, but not far enough that he’s comfortable looking at me when he’s turned on. It’s fine. I’m used to it. His mouth feels too good for me to dwell on it.
If it’s early enough, we walk around the property. Well, I walk. Abel likes to run and jump and play in the grass. He says he’s been living in an apartment for years and has missed running around outside with no shoes on. He never wears shoes when we walk outside, even when it’s cold. And though I frown at him sometimes, I love seeing how happy he is. When he catches me looking and smiling at him his smile always grows wider.
“Wanna run with me?” he asks me one day after he dashed ahead of me to sink his toes in the grass. He comes back to me, breathing heavily, eyes alight and a smile tilting his lips.
“I do not,” I answer with a slight smile. He’s so energetic. I guess it makes sense, since he’s only twenty-two.
“Don’t be a grumpy old man, Sav,” he grumbles, pulling on my arm and jogging a bit. I take bigger strides to keep up and he huffs when I don’t run, stopping to walk beside me like a normal person.
I look down at him, admiring the smirk he has while he looks around. He always has a slight look of awe when we’re out here. The grounds are lovely, with a lot of green lawn and a few flower beds. The large expanse of lush grass was lost on me until Abel moved in. He makes me walk out here with him often and I’m able to enjoy my own home. “Does it bother you? My age?” I tack on so he knows what I mean.
Glancing up at me, he bites his lip and looks down quickly, but not before I see the blush on his cheeks. “No. Your age doesn’t bother me. It’s not like we can change it. And um … I um … I like it. You won’t … fumble around.”
“Fumble?” I ask, face scrunched.
Shaking his head, Abel says, “Nothing.” He has a secret smile on his lips that I wonder at, but he pulls on my arm again and this time, I run with him, chasing him around and actually laughing a bit when I catch him, and he lets out this adorable squeal.
Since our first date, I’ve taken to being laxer with my security, too. I don’t have the motion sensors on downstairs, though I keep the alarms on the windows and doors active and I still have the cameras running. But Abel likes to get up for snacks in the middle of the night, something that has caused Quin, Michael and my security team a great deal of stress because the silent alarms are triggered and they think we have an intruder. Nope, just my tiny beauty raiding the fridge.
The fridge. Every time I look at it, I remember Abel telling me to give him his dessert. He’s almost as filthy as I am, which is a revelation. No one tries to say anything to me when I use their bodies. I guess they figure the quieter they are, the quicker I’ll finish, and they won’t have to look at me or touch me anymore. I wish Abel and I had met under different circumstances and I wasn’t this … hard and mutilated. I’ve always been tough, but I wasn’tthistough. I wish Abel could have seen that.
These are the thoughts that are running around my head tonight when the first rumble of thunder splits the air. I feel my heart rate increase, but I breathe through it and feel the bed under me and the sheets over my body and know that I’m not in the car accident that almost took my and Quin’s life. The accident that, accompanied with the fuckers who chased us, gave me the constant reminder of the life I was born into. After a few deep breaths, I calm and I’m drifting to sleep when I hear a loud knock on my door.
The door flies open, and my hand goes under my pillow to pull out my gun, aiming it at the door. But silhouetted in the hall lights, I see a tiny figure and put my weapon in the nightstand drawer. When Abel sees that I’ve stowed it, he shuts the door and dashes to my bed, tucking himself close to me. My arms go around him automatically and he shudders against me.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” I ask in what I hope is a soothing voice. I don’t think I got it right because he shakes harder. Hard enough for his teeth to chatter. Cursing myself, I lay us down and let him crawl over my body, getting in whatever position will offer him the most comfort.
“Hold me, please,” he says in a shaky voice when he’s laying atop me, arms tucked around my back. I haven’t held anyone like this in years, but it feels natural with Abel. I wrap my arms around him, and the shaking slowly stops and he starts to relax.
We lie there for a moment more and I open my mouth to ask what’s going on when the thunder claps again and Abel lets out a small yelp. Ah. Like me, he doesn’t like storms. I wonder what his story is.
Pulling him closer to me, I ask him, “What do you need?”
Letting out a shuddering breath, he whispers, “Distract me, please.”
“How?” I have some ideas, but they are not appropriate for this situation. It would effectively get his mind off what’s happening outside, but that’s not what we agreed to. He said whatever I want with his body, but I’m letting him set the pace now. If he wants me to distract him with my dick in his mouth, I will. But I want more than that.
He lifts his head from my chest and I’m sure he’s looking at me. I can see his outline, but not his features. Which is fine because I’m sure I’d scare him more than the storm. “Can you … spank me again?” All the blood in my head rushes to my dick, and I know Abel feels it.
“That will distract you?”
“Yes. I didn’t think while you were doing it. Like my mind kinda went blank? I want my mind to be blank right now.”
