Page 172 of Something So Strong

With a tentative nod, I crawl to him, cautious and nervous for the first time.

“Hurry the fuck up,” he snaps and grabs my hair when I’m within reach. Pulling me up, he holds my face close to his. “Good boys don’t bite, do they Kai?”

He’s so close my eyes wander to his freckles—jumping from one to the other. They’ve darkened, and his ears… They’re blood red…

“Answer me!” Jesse yells so sharply I jolt at the shock. “For fuck’s sake, Kai. I don’t want to hurt you, but so help me I will if you don’t stop ignoring me.”

I press my lips together and shake my head as best I can.

“I can promise you. You aren’t gonna like what’s coming.”

I’ll be the judge of that.

“I’m serious. By not answering you’re letting me do whatever I want.”

I know what he wants. He’s made it clear almost from the beginning but—

Jesse tugs my head to force me to focus on him. On his eyes. Sparkling and green.

I trust him. I love him. And just like the silent conversations he has with Saxon and Romeo that I’m so jealous of, he tells me everything I need to know without uttering a word.

“Last chance, Baby. What’s it gonna be?”

I make a show of licking my lips, then wrapping them around my teeth.

With a disapproving huff, Jesse throws my head to the other side of his lap and grabs me by the hip. Using brute strength, he bullies me into position—my cock forced against the side of his thigh, his straining against my stomach as I’m spread out over him.

A firm hand pushes against my tailbone, the heel of his palm dragging up my spine and between my shoulder blades until his nails scratch at my neck and hold me firm.

I mewl into my forearm at how amazing it feels. But I wasn’t discreet enough.

His fingers grip tighter and dig into the tender flesh below my ears. “I don’t wanna hear a single sound out of you. Not. One.”

When I don’t react, Jesse takes his other hand and drags it up the back of my thigh—his fingers running up the inside. Higher and higher until he pulls them back just below the crease of my ass and massages upwards.

I clench my fists at how good it feels and wish I could see what I look like: tall, muscular, and naked, covered in tattoos, draped over another man’s knee just meters away from a suburban sidewalk.

Back at my tailbone, Jesse’s thumb slides between my cheeks.

I suck in air and hold my breath because I’m terrified of what I think he’s going to do.

Lower he goes until the pressure is almost at my rim, but when he’s there, he only ghosts around it and then digs back into me when he draws his finger back.

I’m left panting, sweat forming along my hairline. Then Jesse’s touch is gone, and I release a wretched whine as his hand slaps against my ass. Hard, shocking, and fucking beautiful.

Unable to hold it in, I pant out again and his action is repeated. Same spot. Same delicious bite morphing to a dull burn.

“I can do this all night,” Jesse warns and god I wish he would. “Really, Kai. I thought you wanted to be a good boy.”

“I do.” The words are out before I can stop them and I’m gifted another painful slap.

I go to turn my head, and Jesse releases my neck. As I gaze up at him, he pushes his hair back off his face, his chest heaving. “Goddamn,” he smirks, rubbing my ass. “If I thought you looked good before…” He pauses to look me in the eye as he spanks me again. My head jerks forward, my face contorts with fucked-up pleasure, and Jesse bites down on the first knuckle of his forefinger. “God, you’re amazing.” He praises again, forgetting his role and succumbing to how good it feels to give someone exactly what they’ve always prayed for.

“More,” I beg and gape out my tongue.

Jesse’s lip curls at my boldness, but after scratching against the back of my thigh for good measure, he gives me what I want: His fingers in my mouth and a barrage of slaps to my backside.

All the free space around my tattoos must be cherry red in contrast and the heat radiating from the site must be as warm to the touch as it is cleansing for me.

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