Page 8 of Shredded Soul

“Trust me,” Snow whispered between kisses. He helped Quentin the rest of the way into bed before covering Quentin’s body with his. Snow had already stripped Quentin down to his underwear before their conversation even began. Now he worked to fully undress them while still keeping Quentin focused on their kisses. That was a good thing. Quentin was on the edge of panicking. He didn’t want to fail Snow. They already didn’t match. Snow was so strong and virile. All that had been stolen from him years ago.

Then their nude bodies came together, and Quentin forgot to worry. He forgot everything except the way Snow’s cut body felt against his.

Snow’s hand slipped between their bodies. He held their cocks together and rocked. Quentin sucked in a sharp breath. He missed this like crazy. There had been so many nights Quentin had gone feeling unwanted. Not now. There was no mistaking Snow’s desire for him.

Snow’s mouth touched the shell of Quentin’s ear. His ragged breathing had Quentin mesmerized. “Fuck. You’re so sexy. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. It’s only ever been you for me. I could never leave the man I love.”

Tears pricked Quentin’s eyes. A stuttered breath burst from him. He always wanted so badly to be held and touched. Snow was the only reason he didn’t feel alone in a full house. Snow’s mouth moved back to his before Quentin responded, as if he feared Quentin didn’t feel the same. He did. Damn. Quentin had loved him for years. One night, Quentin had a terrible night of painful spasms. Snow had stayed with him, sleeping beside him. He never left. Snow moved his things to Quentin’s room. They slept next to each other every night. Neither of them talked about it. They simply existed together, except there was nothing simple about it. This was love.

With his eyes closed, Quentin savored all the sensations. Snow’s tongue against his and his cock rubbing Snow’s. Snow turned his head and panted. His muscles hardened, as if tensed to come. Quentin held his breath. The sound Snow made as he blew etched into Quentin’s brain. He would never forget it.

Snow kissed his shoulder. His lips moved to Quentin’s collarbone. He began a slow slither down Quentin’s body. Quentin lifted his head to watch. A pant burst from him when Snow’s gaze met his, and he licked his way through the puddle of his own cum. Then Snow swallowed Quentin’s cock, as if it hadn’t been softening without his constant touch. It was hard to keep his dick hard with all the muscle weakness. Snow had no trouble. His mouth was amazing.

Quentin gripped the sheets. He wanted to run his hands through Snow’s beautiful white hair and hang on, taking what he wanted. Quentin would never manhandle Snow that way. Too many times, Snow had been forced. Quentin savored his willingness. The pressure slowly climbed his shaft. Quentin closed his eyes and focused on the sensation. The first wave hit, washing him over the edge. A whimper escaped him. It wasn’t enough warning for his babbling confession.

“I love you. Fuck. I love you so much. You have no idea how much.”

Snow shifted positions and stole another kiss, cutting off his rambling. The taste of his cum still lingered on Snow’s tongue. A hot tear hit Quentin’s cheek, making Quentin realize Snow silently cried.

He turned his head away from Snow. “I’m sorry. We didn’t have to do this. I didn’t mean to make you cry. We can forget this happened.”

Snow grabbed his jaw, gently forcing Quentin to return to their kiss. “I thought no one would ever love me,” he confessed between kisses. “Especially someone as beautiful and as kind as you. I don’t deserve you, Quen. You’re way too good for someone like me.”

Quentin’s chest hurt at Snow’s tone. He held Snow’s face between his hands, ensuring Snow saw the truth in his eyes. “You’re the only man I want. Tell me you love me again.”

A sexy, sweet smile touched Snow’s lips. “I love you.”

Quentin searched his face. Snow meant it. “I love you too.”

Snow’s expression went from sweet to hungry in an instant at Quentin’s words. “You actually mean it. Fuck. I don’t deserve it.” He claimed Quentin’s mouth again. “I’m fucking taking it, though.” He kissed Quentin again. “You’re mine.”

Quentin’s heart soared at Snow’s fierce-sounding possessive words. Snow was a dream come true. Quentin couldn’t believe they were real. He would never let Snow go.

Charon’s eyes shot open. A sixth sense felt the danger approaching. His gaze moved to Paine. His eyes were wide. It was obvious the same feeling overcame him.

“They’re coming.”

Before Charon had time to respond, Paine slithered from the bed and disappeared beneath it. Charon quickly spun the pillows to make it look like someone slept beneath the covers. He slipped from the bed on the opposite side from the door. Charon grabbed his gun and waited. The knob turned. It was barely a click, but Charon’s PTSD had him hyper aware of every noise that came in the night. The door crept open, inch by inch. Charon held his breath and dared a peek above the bed. A huge figure moved to the bed, making no sound. Charon hated to shoot someone he couldn’t see. He would hate to kill one of Quentin’s men.

A startled cry rent the air. The man hit the floor. His shout transformed into the unmistakable sound of a man choking on his own blood.

Paine popped to his feet. He barely spared Charon a glance. “There’s more than one.” He scrambled up the wall into his hidden maze of rafters. Another figure burst into the room. Before Charon fired, Paine dropped from the ceiling behind the man and sliced his throat, dropping him next to his accomplice. Charon could count on one hand the times he had been shocked. He was accustomed to being the deadly one. Paine had killed two men in under two minutes while nude.

Paine yanked on his pants. He closed the distance between them and patted down Charon’s body. “Are you okay? He didn’t have time to hurt you, right?”

“I’m fine.” He snagged Paine’s waist and stole a quick kiss. “Thank you. Let’s go check the rest of the house.”

They didn’t have to go far. One by one, the family appeared in the doorway. The man’s pained cry had obviously caught some attention. Charon pulled on his pants when he noticed Paine trying to block him from sight. He had so much adrenaline rushing through his veins, Charon forgot he was nude.

Quentin’s face was pale. “What the fuck? Who are these people?”

Some confused grumbling rumbled through the hall.

Adam said the obvious. “There’s no way they got past your security. Someone let them in.”

Quentin squeezed the spot between his eyebrows. “Okay. Family meeting in the den.” Everyone followed Quentin’s wheelchair to the den.

Charon chose a chair in the corner. This wasn’t his family. Despite being the obvious target, Charon didn’t think he should interfere. He was used to being the target. These people weren’t accustomed to being attacked in their home. Plus, he wanted to silently observe. He studied each face, waiting for someone to give themselves away. Charon wondered which of them secretly loved Paine and hoped to get rid of the competition.

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