Page 80 of Something So Strong

Kai nods, and as my pumps grow savage, his shoulders round and he bites down on my knuckles.

I moan out—feeling Kai’s cock pulsing against mine as both of our cum sprays my stomach.

My hand falls from his mouth, and he collapses onto his elbows. His chest pushes against mine as we pant heavily, our cum smearing between us.

I don’t need to search for a reason to wake up this morning because I never went to sleep in the first place. I couldn’t. My mind wouldn’t let me. And even though I cried like a baby for I have no idea how long, nothing has ever felt so right.

Jesse…

Fuck, he was just… perfect.

A goddamn angel with green eyes and long hair.

No one has ever just known what I needed without being told like he did. And quite honestly, I’m terrified by how complacent that could make me.

My intention had only been to try to smooth things over, but the second he opened the door and I saw his concern for me already so deeply carved into his expression, I caved. I needed his arms around me. I needed him to tell me again that he didn’t care about my past, and that he still wanted me.

Just as I am.

Just right for him.

My obsession is justified, and fuck everyone back home who called me gay like there’s something wrong with that.

I’m strong.

I’m smart.

I have friends.

And I’m chest-deep in a person willing to accept me as I come. So what if they’re a man?

I don’t care.

I never really did, but that’s the problem with demons. They never leave you alone. Even when things are good, they’ll sneak up on you, split the road ahead of you in two, and push you toward the easy option. Which is always the one where you hurt others instead of yourself. And that’s why I’m so thankful for Jesse’s persistence. He ran after me, showed me a different way, and let me stay half a step ahead.

I just hope it can last.

I need it too…

I hear Jesse’s door open and jump from my bed, race to my door, and casually step out.

“Are you stalking me already?” I ask with a prominent rasp to my voice. One that I’m proud to say comes from Jesse’s fingernails scratching my tonsils.

“Please,” he huffs. “I know you were waiting at your door for me to come out.”

“I won’t admit to anything,” I shrug with a smug grin and fall into step beside him. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, I did, actually. You?”

“I never sleep well. But if I did, I’d lose these.” I point to the dark circles beneath my eyes.

“Then I probably shouldn’t tell you how sexy I think they are.”

“Why’s that?” I nudge him with my elbow.

“Because then you won’t ever try to get some sleep.”

“I can think of a couple of ways you could wear me out.”

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