Page 28 of His Boys to Protect

Skylar flushed and shoved his hands into his pockets, then shook his head. “You two look good together.”

“That doesn't really answer my question.”

Skylar sighed heavily. “Charlie needs someone like you, alright? And yeah, I was jealous as hell, seeing him in your lap, but you're the kind of person he'll need in the long run. Someone way better than me. But—sheesh—if I didn't want to crawl right in between the two of you. Not to separate you,” he rushed to add, “but to be surrounded by you. Because, damn, that sounds so fucking hot and sweet and perfect, and my stupid mouth is getting away from me and…Oh, hell.” He surged up, grabbed Ward's head with both hands, and crushed their mouths together.

Ward froze, caught off-guard. A moan escaped him, and he was just about to give in and kiss Skylar back when the boy suddenly pulled away.

“Jeebus, sorry,” Skylar gasped. “I just thought I'd never get a chance to do that again, and I didn't want to miss out on–”

Ward hauled the boy hard up against his body and silenced him with a kiss.

Skylar whimpered, clinging to him. “Daddy, please,” he begged breathlessly.

“Fuck,” Ward gasped. He turned and pressed Skylar up against a wall, running his hands all over that precious, little body, anywhere he could reach, keeping the boy pinned as he claimed Skylar's mouth. Skylar whimpered and writhed and begged beneath him, trembling with desperation. A voice in the back of Ward's head screamed that this was a bad idea. That he should feel guilty as hell. Skylar was taken, after all. But the temptation was too much to resist. He'd thought he'd never get the boy like this again. Yet there Skylar was, right within reach.

“Daddy,” Skylar gasped, his little body trembling in Ward's arms. “Oh, fuck. Come upstairs with me. Please.”

Ward swore under his breath. He wanted desperately to sayyes, but the faint laughter coming from the back of the house reminded him that they weren't alone. That Skylar's boyfriend—and the boyfriend's entire family—weren't far away. “I want to,” Ward blurted out in a heavy whisper. “Fuck, I want to, but–”

“I can be quick,” Skylar breathlessly promised, wedging a hand down between their bodies and giving Ward's dick a squeeze through his jeans. “And I have condoms. Need you inside me, Daddy. Please!”

Ward shuddered, unable to resist pushing against Skylar's hand.Fuck. The raw need in Skylar's voice was too much. Ward hauled the boy away from the wall and pushed him towards the stairs, but Ward barely got a foot on the first riser when he had to kiss Skylar again. He didn't want to stop, not even for the short climb. Hell, he'd have taken Skylar right then and there if he'd thought he could get away with it.

Skylar reached for Ward's dick again and let out a needy whimper.

A furious scream tore through the house. Ward couldn't even look up at the sound before something slammed against him.With one foot on the stairs and his knees weak with desire, the impact knocked him off-balance. He hit the floor with a grunt, and a weight landed on top of him.

Small fists pummeled him in the chest as the angry screams continued.

“Charlie, no!” Skylar cried out. “Stop it!”

Ward held up his hands, protecting his face from Charlie's attack. He tried to grab Charlie's wrists, but the boy was too fast, punching and flailing his arms while his screams went on and on, his beautiful face red with fury.

“Oh my god, Ward!” Skylar gasped, trying and failing to get in between them. “Please, don't hurt him. Charlie, stop it! Stop!”

Charlie's movements slowed as he sucked in a ragged breath, clearly gearing up for another round.

Skylar jumped in and threw himself onto Charlie's back, pushing him off Ward and pinning him to the floor instead. Charlie bucked beneath him, trying to claw his way free. Skylar grunted with effort, reaching out for Charlie's wrists. “It's okay, Charlie,” Skylar murmured. “Hang on. I've got you–”

Charlie threw his head back with an angry shout, the back of his head smacking right into Skylar's cheek.

Skylar let out a cry of pain and rolled away, pressing a hand to his face.

Now free, Charlie sucked in a breath and immediately started screaming again. This time, he kicked his feet while beating his fists—both on the floor and his own head—instead of aiming for Ward.

Geez. The poor boy was going to hurt himself.

Ward rolled over on top of Charlie, trying to restrain the boy the way Skylar had done. He caught Charlie's wrists and pinned them down. Charlie struggled beneath him, wriggling and squirming and jerking his arms, trying to pull free. Ward inwardly cursed. His erection had waned during Charlie's initialassault, but now, with the boy trapped beneath him and struggling the way he was?Fuck. The boy's ass rubbed against his dick, and it was all Ward could do to bite back a moan.

He had to focus. Had to get the boy subdued and calm, not upset him even more.

When Charlie turned his head to one side, Ward snagged the opportunity presented to him. He shifted down slightly, moving his aching dick away from the boy's tempting ass. Keeping one hand on Charlie's wrists, Ward used the other hand to gently but firmly press Charlie's head to the floor.

Charlie instantly stopped struggling, though his little body still jerked with whimpers and quiet sobs.

“You're a fast learner,” Skylar said, his tone full of relief.

Ward looked at Skylar. “You okay?”

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