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“Nothing,” I murmured. I was glad when Dalton stepped away from me, but he was back a moment later. He pulled the chair he’d been sitting in earlier around the table and set it down so he could sit in front of me. The corner of the table was the only thing separating us when he sat down.

“You said Velcro,” Dalton said. I could feel his eyes on me as I stared at the blanket still wrapped around me and pretended it was the most fascinating thing I’d ever seen. I barely managed to keep still when his fingers began softly exploring my now cold neck. The combination of his hot skin on my chilled throat sent most of the blood in my body southward and I had to lock my jaw to keep the moan inside of me as my dick began to get hard.

I’d gotten erections plenty of times, but they’d always been something I’d woken up to in the morning, and with Ivan’s sour breath on the back of my neck and his beefy arm wrapped around my waist as he slept, my normal bodily function had thankfully always died a quick death. There’d been one or two times that I’d tried to touch myself when I’d been in the shower and had known Ivan wasn’t anywhere nearby, but there had been no pleasure, only frustration, so I’d given up on it.

So on the one hand, I understood what was happening to me, but on the other, I wasn’t ready for it. Shame consumed me and tears stung the backs of my eyes as Dalton continued to examine me and my dick grew harder and harder with each touch of his gentle fingers.

“I’m fine,” I snapped as I jerked my head away from Dalton’s hands. My body felt so tight and overheated that I was certain I’d snap in two at any moment. As each second passed, I got hotter and hotter until it was so fucking uncomfortable that I wanted to rip the blanket from my body. Unfortunately, the material was the only thing hiding the proof of what Dalton’s touch had been doing to me.

Any lightness that might have been in the room was sucked out of it almost instantaneously. I was staring at the tabletop, but I could see Dalton in my peripheral vision. His look of guilt fed into my own. He was probably assuming I was upset about what had happened to cause him to need to examine my throat in the first place. I wanted to tell him it wasn’t anything he’d done wrong, but what was I supposed to say? That every time he put his hands on me, my dick thickened painfully? Or that I was terrified of what it all meant? What would happen if I put my hand around my erection now and tried what I’d tried in that shower those couple of times so long ago? Worse yet, what would happen if Dalton wrapped his strong fingers around me and began stroking?

“Silver, I wasn’t making fun of you,” Dalton murmured.

“What?” I managed to ask, still too caught up in my body’s reaction to Dalton to really hear him.

“The Velcro thing… I don’t even know why I said it in the first place. I guess I just wanted to keep you talking. I swear that I wasn’t?—”

“Velcro?” I nearly shouted. Was the man serious? He thought I was upset about me having only just made sense of what Velcro was?

Dalton opened his mouth to say something else, but I was too far gone. I didn’t even consider my words when I responded with, “It’s not about the fucking Velcro!”

At that point I could only plead temporary insanity to explain why I did what I did next.

Chapter 9

DALTON

I could see that every word I was saying about not making fun of Silver about the Velcro was only making him more and more agitated. It wasn’t until Silver began disentangling himself from the blanket as he yelled at me that it wasn’t about the Velcro that I realized he was going to get up and walk away from me.

Pain exploded in my chest, but it had nothing to do with my scars. Not the outer ones, anyway. I immediately began to put up the wall in my head that would protect me from yet another person leaving me in their wake, but all of that was forgotten when Silver practically launched himself at me. His palms covered my cheeks and before I could even make sense of what was happening, his mouth was on mine. He whimpered as he mashed his lips against mine over and over. It took my addled brain a few precious seconds to catch up to what was happening, but when my wits did kick in, I took over the kiss. I attempted to slow it down so Silver could end the contact if he wanted to, but all he did was press his palms harder against my cheeks as he clumsily slanted his mouth over mine.

I moved my hands up to grab his cheeks and gently broke the kiss. A broken cry left his throat, and I swore I heard him whisper, “No.”

As soon as our eyes met, his went wide. I could see he was on the verge of freaking out completely, so I pulled his head down and sealed my mouth over his. His lips were parted enough that I was able to slip my tongue between them. Silver stiffened and then completely froze. I’d kissed him like this the day before, but I hadn’t done more than dip my tongue into his lush mouth for the briefest of moments.

That wasn’t the case today.

There were no onlookers to stop me from taking what I wanted; from giving Silver what he wanted.

It took only a few seconds for Silver to react with a needy moan that went straight to my dick. He opened his mouth wider and the second our tongues met, his desperation returned. It didn’t take him long to figure out that my mouth was fair game. When his luscious tongue sought entry, I happily let him take the lead. There was no denying he lacked experience when it came to kissing but he was a quick study and once he got the hang of it, there was no slowing him down.

I dropped my hands so my fingers could explore the little bit of soft skin that was exposed.

His jaw.

His throat.

The spot where his neck met his shoulder.

I knew I needed to slow things down because I wanted Silver to have time to consider what we were doing. At the same time, a selfish part of me didn’t want him to have even a few seconds to think about it because he might realize what was happening was a huge mistake.

There was no stopping him, though, and the moment he rubbed his body against my hip, I understood why. His dick was hard as a rock. Between the frustrated cries that escaped his throat every time he had to break our kisses to catch his breath and the way his body kept awkwardly grinding against mine, it finally hit me.

Hard.

“Come here,” I practically growled before I shifted my body in the chair so I was fully facing him. I pulled him forward, giving him no choice but to straddle my lap. I threaded my fingers through Silver’s hair as I took over the kiss. It couldn’t really be called that, though. I was consuming him. I explored his mouth just like I wanted to explore every inch of his body.

I could have easily pulled his shirt off, but I knew Silver was too far gone for that.

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