Page 33 of His Reluctant Savior

“Yes…” He may have said the word, but once the moment ended, he’d change his lustful tune into regret. I didn’t care because he’d soon realize the truth of my words. I’d prove it to him.

Suddenly, hot spurts of cum hit my hand and dripped along our lengths. Dalton groaned and gripped me tighter, repeatedly mumbling, ‘fuck.’ I used his cum as lube, stroking myself faster and harder.

My body tensed, and I held my breath before my release, then I let it all go as I pumped over our fisted cocks.

Dalton moved his hands to my ears in a tight grip, our lips barely touching, heaving breaths as we came down from our high.

My hand was still covered in our cum, and when Dalton stepped back, I didn’t want to look at him and see his regret. Sometimes, I wondered why I even cared or what this strange obsession with him was. I thought I’d gotten over it two decades ago, but seeing him again… Hell, even his having a kid didn’t bother me, and I was so far from being a family man.

I removed my T-shirt, cleaned my hand with it, and then wiped us down. He pulled up his pants, and I did the same.

Still not wanting to see his face so I could relish what we’d just shared for a bit longer, I walked off, but not before a hand landed on my shoulder to tug me back.

“Don’t do that,” he said.

“Don’t do what?”

“Hide.”

Fuck, I felt like I was reverting to my childhood. After all my training and taking back my life, my confidence soared. I found I even had a spark of humor buried deep in my personality. But, for some reason, I felt small again, and I fucking hated it. I didn’t knowif it was Dalton as much as it was my past, because the last time I felt this way, my uncle still lived. That had to be it. Regardless, I just needed to walk away, so I did.

Once in my room, I took a quick shower to wash away the rest of the stickiness and dried off. Hopefully, Veil would have some more answers for us. If not, Dalton and I needed to hit the road and move around. Staying here too long was risky.

When I opened my bathroom door, to my absolute surprise, I found Dalton sitting on the edge of my bed, wearing only a pair of navy-blue boxer briefs, his hair still wet from his own shower.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, to mask my shock. It wasn’t often people surprised me.

“Did you not feel those sparks you were looking for?”

I sighed and ran the towel over my wet hair, uncaring that I stood naked in front of him. Why should I when we’d just frotted together?

“I felt the sun explode,” I said.

He looked up at me, wide-eyed. “So did I. I… shouldn’t be in here. I shouldn’t pursue this. You’re as dangerous as the men hunting me.”

I stood in front of him and nudged his legs apart with my knees to stand between them. His hands roved up my body, careful not to reach behind me. “God… your body is…”

“Oh, I’m definitely as dangerous as those men hunting you. No, I’m worse.” He looked up at me again and gnawed on his bottom lip, looking uncertain. It was such a vulnerable thing to do for a man as confident as Dalton. “I’m worse because if they hurt you, they will know the true meaning of pain and suffering.”

“I still don’t understand this… thing between us and how hot it got so quickly. Or why you have such a strong need to protect me.”

“Because I’m obsessed. I always have been when it comes to you.”

“For twenty-seven years?”

I shook my head. “No, I may be obsessed, but I’m not crazy.” I definitely wasn’t Sully, who did that very thing with Malik. “But being with you recently has brought it back, but without all that anger and self-loathing.”

“This is a distraction.”

I smirked at him. “I’mnot distracted.”

His hands continued to travel across the planes of my chest and stomach, despite trying to talk himself out of this. “I need to think about Owen.”

I finally dared to touch him, my hand running gently through his damp, cropped hair. “Of course you do. I will protect Owen with my life.”

His chocolatey eyes looked deep into me, begging. “If it comes between Owen and me… If you have to choose, youmustsave him instead of me.”

I didn’t even hesitate to answer. While I was obsessed with Dalton, he would never forgive me if I didn’t save his son first. I knew him well enough by now to understand that. “I will, but it won’t come to that.”

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