Page 44 of Forever We Fall

I swallow, wishing Nate had never put his hands on me, not when Arlo’s touch is everything I’ve ever wanted. “He’s done stuff to me, and I’ve made sure he’s gotten off, but I’ve never touched him.”

“Why?” Arlo asks with his fingertips in the band of my underwear. “Were you scared?”

“No.” I shift my eyes down, studying the hint of physique I can see behind his shirt. Not embarrassed, exactly. More overwhelmed by the promise of this dream becoming a reality.

“Hota?”

He draws my gaze back with the mere whisper of my name. I grit my teeth, then give him what he asked for.

“I didn’t want to touch him.”

“Why not?”

“I wanted to touch you.” The truth slips over my lips too easily.

He hides a smile with words. “Wanted or want?”

“Want. Always want. No matter what.” I sink my fingers against the flesh of his hip.

“Let me touch you first,” he instructs.

I’m nodding before he finishes speaking.

“Never thought I’d see the day when you are compliant,” he teases, slipping his fingertips inside the waistband and tickling the hard V near my hip.

“You know I’d do anything for you. Everything, if you’d let me.”

His eyes close. The seducer disappears. I don’t know where he’s going, but he’s gone for a second into the well of his worry.

“Look at me, Arlo.”

When he does, I see such reverence in his eyes. It’s like a kick to the sternum.

“What is it?”

“You make everything better. Just…breathing is better with you.”

My smile is uncontainable. My heart feels so big it might burst out of my chest.

“I’m so grateful to have you.” He smiles too, and then it falters. “I’m terrified too. I…” He swallows. “I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t. Not ever. No matter what, I’m your guy.”

“My guy.” He tries the words out on his devastating lips.

“Yes.”

His hand slips inside my underwear. The heat of his fingers encircles my length. “My guy. My cock.”

“Fuck, yes.” My mouth falls open.

He simply holds me like a possession, a prized one. Only there’s nothing simple about it. My hips churn of their own accord, moving my flesh against his.

“Jesus, fuck.” His breath puffs against my cheek. “You’re smooth and hard.” His thumb slides over the head of my cock, now fully his. “And wet.”

I’m reduced to whimpers and gasps. I nod and rock my hips.

“Does that feel good?”

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