Page 146 of Burned & Bound

“I’ve always known what I wanted, cowboy.” He kneeled between my legs and caught my mouth in another heated kiss. “I just never thought I deserved you.”

I kissed him harder. The way he used past tense to talk about those feelings wasn’t lost on me. His hand skimmed down my chest and stomach, leaving a trail of liquid heat in their path. But when his fingers touched the buttons of my jeans, I grabbed his wrist.

“It’s just…” I gripped his hand a little tighter as I struggled to find the words.

“Do you want to stop, Jackson?” West asked.There was an irony in this moment.

“Not a chance in hell,” I retorted. My cock would probably riot if I did that. I hadn’t been this goddamn hard in a long time. “But you should know that I’m a fucking mess after all the surgeries and everything.”

Mangled mess was more like it.There had been no good way to put me back together without leaving a whole goddamn disaster behind. I was scar tissue upon scar tissue going from my hip to my shin. It wasn’t fucking pretty.

“Your scars don’t matter, cowboy,” he said. After a heartbeat, he smirked and added, “And I’m happy to fucking hit anyone who says otherwise.”

“Yeah, still need bail money for your dumbass,” I groaned. I dropped back on the bed and lifted my hips as he helped me out of my jeans and boxers. To my surprise, his lips brushed over the scars on my shin. I drew in a sharp breath, tensing under the contact.

“Does it hurt?” West whispered against my skin.

“Not really,” I admitted. “Just more…”

“Uncomfortable,” he finished for me. I nodded because it was. That touch pain had long since subsided but the damaged nerves bundled into all the scars left everything extra sensitive—something West understood intimately.

He took his time kissing every inch of scarring on my leg. The gesture was so tender that it had my heart in my throat with an overwhelming flood of emotion. When his tongue ran up the length of my cock, all of that melted away with the loud moan I let out. My eyes slid shut as his mouth lowered around the crown of my dick—hot and wet.

Yeah, it’d been too fucking long.

“Get undressed, baby,” I ordered, my voice strained. “I want you inside me.”

His mouth popped off my dick, and he shot me a cocky grin. From that single fucking look I could tell I wasn’t ready for confident-in-bed West.

“What happened to patience is a virtue?” he teased and went right back at it.

“Patience and blue balls don’t go hand in hand, baby,” I grunted as the head of my dick hit the back of his throat. “You keep doing that…”

Anything else I planned to say was fucking lost as he gave my balls a light squeeze. Without thinking, I grabbed his hair and pulled him off my cock.

“You keep doing that and I’m going to come before we even get started,” I told him. As the words left my mouth, I realized the hold I had on his hair and let go. I tensed as I waited for the backlash, but he just smiled.Gorgeous and undeterred.

“Watching you unravel? Yeah, that’s not the threat you think that is, cowboy.” Still, he slid off the bed to get undressed. I watched with rapt appreciation as he stripped. “Lube is in the nightstand drawer.”

I went to grab it but came out with an empty bottle. I frowned. The second one I grabbed was empty too. So was the third one.

“West,” I began, trying not to laugh, “why the hell are there three empty lube bottles in your drawer?”

“Well… I used them, but clearly, I forgot to throw them away.” He grinned. The pride in his face was hard to argue with. Settling over me, his lips drifted up my neck and his teeth scraped over my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “I worked really fucking hard to get comfortable with my body. Maybe a little too hard. I should probably throw those the fuck away.”

“Later.” I dragged his mouth back to mine. I wasn’t about to fault him for that shit. With anyone else, three bottles of lube would’ve been ridiculous, but with West, it was a thing to be proud of. Maybe I’d ask questions later, but I honestly didn’t care. I liked the level of confidence and comfort he had with himself.

It took several minutes to figure out a position that didn’t tweak something painful in my hip. Through all of it, West was patient and doting. He kissed away the frustration I felt with my own inhibitions. It wasn’t lost on me how much the roles between us were suddenly reversed.

The stretch and burn as he pressed the head of his cock into me had me holding my breath. And when that first piercing of his stretched me further, I froze slightly.

“Breathe, cowboy,” West whispered against my mouth. “I can feel how tense you are.”

“It’s been a while,” I muttered.Since the night before my accident.He kissed me again, his tongue stroking mine. My body loosened under his as he took his time, pulling in and out gradually. With each light thrust, he pushed deeper inside me. When he was buried to the hilt, he paused to give me a chance to adjust.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight,” he let out through a groan. The burn slowly subsided, leaving me with a need for more of him. He braced over me and started slow—too slow. My hands trailed down his back and grabbed his ass, encouraging him to go faster.

We melted into a frenzy driven by passion and fifteen months apart.Completely and utterly intoxicated by one another.West’s fist wrapped around my cock, stroking me at a pace that matched the way he drove into me. I did everything I could to keep from coming. I wanted to savor this. I wanted to savor him.

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