Page 44 of Someone Like You

I leaned back a little more, searching his eyes, but there was no judgment there. “Yeah,” I admitted.

He let out a small grunt and pushed his hips up while using his grip on my ass to press me into him, ripping a tortured moan from my throat at howgoodit felt. “Christ, Isaac. I’m the only one who’s ever tasted how sweet those lips are,” he murmured, amazement in his tone. He surged forward and captured my lips again, and I let him devour me. He kept thrusting his cock against mine as his tongue completely wrecked me, as his lipssucked and his teeth nibbled, and I really was going to come if he didn’t stop.

I pulled back again and said breathlessly, “I won’t have any clean pants left if we keep going at this rate.”

“Why’d you put pants on in the first place?”

“Why didyou?”

“I had to go upstairs. What’s your excuse?”

I laughed and just stared at him. I loved this side of Brody. Sexy and playful and sweet. He was so easy to be with, so quick to accept every fucked up part of me, and I wanted to be with him in the most intimate way possible. I wanted to get as close as two people could.

“Brody,” I said softly, toying with the short hairs at the nape of his neck. Nerves flitted through my belly. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Isaac…” he said, brows drawn together, eyes bouncing around my entire face, hunting for something. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and I brushed it with my thumb.

“I want you to fuck me,” I repeated. “I know what I just told you is…well, it probably makes you want to do the opposite. Or now I disgust you and…never mind, I don’t know what the fuck was I thinking,” I said, feeling stupid and ridiculous as he just continued to stare at me as if he’d never seen me before. I tried to move off him, but his arms tightened around me.

“No—Isaac, sweetheart, how could you possibly think youdisgustme?” He grabbed my waist and gave me a little shake, looking almost angry. His voice was filled with so much emotion, it was practically shaking as he said, “You’re fuckingbeautifulto me. From the moment I saw you, you’ve only ever beenbeautiful. What you told me inno waychanged how I look at you. If anything, it only makes me respect you more. It only makes me want to keep you by my side forever and make surenothing and no one can ever hurt you again. You were taken advantage of in the most horrific way at a young age and hadno one—not asingle goddamn person—to help you! I’m only disgusted with every single person in your life who let you down, and believe me, Isaac, I’m making a fucking list.”

He was so worked up now, the vein in his neck was bulging and pulsing with every beat of his heart, and I didn’t want him to pass out, so I put my hands on either side of his face and said quietly, “Okay. Brody, it’s okay. Just calm down. I believe you. Breathe, big guy. Deep breaths.”

His eyes were a little wild as he stared at me, panting, and when I took an exaggeratedly loud and long breath, he did the same. We breathed for a minute, just staring into each other’s eyes, and once he seemed calmer, I brushed back the hair from his forehead. “Nobody has hurt me in a long, long time. Okay? I just want to share something special with you that I’ve never gotten to do with anyone else because I’ve never let myself get close enough to feel safe with another person. But I feel safe with you. And I want you to be…I want you to fuck me. If you want that, too,” I added hurriedly.

He scoffed. “Of course I want that. Like I keep saying, Isaac, whatever you want. And if this is something you truly want, then I’m humbled you want to share it with me.”

“Christ, where have you been all my life? Or even this whole entire year?”

He huffed a laugh. “Barely interacting with people because most of them suck,” he said.

“Yeah, they kinda do.”

He met my gaze again, his expression turning determined. “I can make it feel good for you. Only good. The way it’s supposed to feel.”

“I know…and I know it can feel good. I’ve done a lot of research over the years, and watched quite a bit of porn. So, I know how it’s supposed to go. It’s just not how it went for me.”

There was so much sadness in his eyes as he looked at me that I leaned in and licked his cheek, making him laugh. I hated seeing him sad, and especially because of me.

“How about we start slow,” Brody said, watching my face closely. “Get you comfortable with, uh…penetration.”

The flush that bloomed across his cheekbones was insanely endearing and I brushed it with my thumbs. “Like…fingering?”

“Yeah,” he said, his voice getting huskier. “We could use toys, too. Although I don’t have any and it’s currently armageddon outside, so…I think we’ll just have to stick with fingers. Maybe some tongue. Fuck, I’d love to get my tongue in your tight little hole.” His voice was so raspy that it was making me harder, and coupled with what he’d just said—I needed thatnow.

Rolling my hips against him, I said, “Can we do it now?”

“Whatever you want, baby.”

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BRODY

Icarried Isaac back to my room and laid him out on the bed. His face was flushed a deep red, his rosy lips parted as his breathing became heavier, and his green eyes were fastened to every move I made. It was intoxicating, being the object of his desire. Being the one he was so aroused for. After everything he’d told me, I needed this to be good for him. I needed him to feel safe. Cherished. Like he was the most precious thing in the world.

I knew he’d been through something awful, but I never imagined it would be as devastating as what he’d told me. I wanted to find Ethan and skin him alive. I wanted to confront Sam and force him to tell me where his brother was so I could hunt him down and make sure he got everything he deserved. I’d never been angrier in my entire life, and the fact that Ethan had been willing and able to harm someone as sweet and vulnerable as Isaac made him a fucking monster. A monster I desperately needed to destroy with my own two hands.

But more than that, I wanted to wrap Isaac in my arms and never let him leave. I wanted to protect him until my dying day and make sure—makegoddamn sure—no one and nothingcould ever hurt him again. I promised myself that as long as I was here, as long as he wanted me around, I wouldn’t let that happen.

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