Page 70 of Hidden But Not Safe

She never asked him to help. Naz moved his hand between her legs on his own.

When she stiffened, he froze, her pubic hair tickling his skin where his hand hovered just above her.

Meg searched his face. “Are you offering? If you are, yes, a thousand times, yes, but not if it’s going to fuck with you.” Her hand lifted, cupping his jaw. “Don’t hurt yourself for me. I’m not worth it.” Her lip trembled. “I don’t want you to disappear again.”

Is that what it seemed like when he had an episode, like he disappeared?

Her thumb slid along his lower lip, and the tingles it sent straight to his dick distracted him.

His hand shook, brushing over her pubic hair and the skin beneath.

Meg’s moan was husky this time, adding to the tightness in his already too-tight borrowed shorts, making his erection ache from the pressure. His hand jerked away from her as he scrambled off the bed.

“Don’t go!” Meg called.

Naz froze, his chest heaving in the too-tight shirt. His dick hurt, pressed against polyester and zipper teeth; the space it was trying to create only making the waist of the shorts bite deeper into his skin. His hands shook as he fumbled the button and zipper open, stripping the damn things off and kicking the shorts away.

He’d left the underwear on, and the white cloth outlined his dick. He was harder than he’d thought.

“Ignacio?” Meg sounded confused. “Are you turned on?”

He lifted his gaze from his erection to find that she’d been staring at the same thing. Her hopeful eyes on it made the ache worse.

He was going to choke on the saliva pooling in his mouth. He focused on the sensation, imagined swallowing it until his throat moved.

“Come here,” Meg murmured, a huskiness beneath the words.

Instead of running, he crawled back onto the bed.

Meg reached for his dick where it strained toward her, closing her hand half around it through the cotton.

Her grip drowned his body in ice as his demons taunted him.

Look how hard you can get. Think I can make you come while you’re crying from me ramming your ass?

Naz remembered that voice. His father’s so-called friend had fucked him for a year after killing his father. He’d liked to humiliate him.

Naz rolled to his back, feeling like he couldn’t breathe. His focus centered on the next drag of air, the way it pulled into his nose until his chest rose. He let it out again.

At least the ache in his dick was gone. It wasn’t limp yet, but close enough.

That was fine. He hadn’t wanted to fuck Meg anyway. He didn’t want to fuck anyone.

She’d just looked so hopeful.

“You don’t like to be touched.”

Meg sat up next to him, but he focused on another breath instead of on her.

“Look at me, Ignacio.”

He couldn’t resist her. Meg was everything.

He was the one who was nothing.

He watched her hand reach out, her pointer finger moving across his lower lip. It felt good, but his dick wasn’t up to getting hard again.

“But you like when I touch you here?” she asked.

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