Page 5 of His Reluctant Savior

“You’re fucking nuts!”

He fights me again, and we wrestle once more before I get him pinned down better. I press my lips to his, and, for the first time in my life, I feel almost normal, like this is exactly where I belong. And for a moment, Dalton gives in, too.

The kiss is awkward, sloppy, wet, and hungry. We pull at our hair, claw at our skin, and bite our lips, unsure if we’re fighting this or trying to get more from each other.

My dick is hard as fuck, too. Shit… Such a rare sensation and more proof that he’s mine.

His grows underneath me, too.

I groan as hiscock swells under my ass. It must be some wake-up call because Dalton finally gets leverage over me while I’m distracted, and he shoves me off.

I scramble on my hands and knees, ready to lunge at him for more, but he holds out his hand. “Stop! What the hell is going on, Sid?”

His dark eyes are wide and angry and confused. His lips are red and swollen and bleeding a little from where I bit him. I taste him in my mouth, mingling with my own blood from him biting me back, and I want more.

I growl at him. “You can’t have her.”

He scoffs. “But I can have you?”

“Yes.”

“Are you insane? You’ve tormented me for most of my high school years.” He stands, shakes his head, and runs a hand through his wrecked hair, which I now know is silky. “Jesus and I just kissed you back. I must be nuts myself.”

Then a calmness settles over him, and he folds his arms over his chest. “Why now? Why have you been such a prick if you like me so much?”

I close my eyes and growl at myself as everything becomes clear. Because I’ve always wanted him, but I also hate it. I don’t want it to be him—Mr. Perfect. Dalton is everything I’m not. His body is pristine, and mine’s been corrupted.

His intelligent eyes blink clear with knowing. “Have you… always liked me?”

“No!” I growled again. “Yes!”

“God, it all makes sense now… sort of. Not really. It’s fucking weird, Sid.”

“Kiss me again,” I demand. I don’tcare how weird I am. I fucking need more.

His grin turns crooked as he gets the upper hand with me, discovering my weakness. “Ask me nicely.”

“Please,” I say, not hesitating for a second, my pride going right out the window because my obsession is so much stronger.

To my surprise, Dalton drops to his knees in front of me, also still on my knees, cups my face, and pulls me into a kiss. This one is softer, kinder, and more than I deserve, but I take it greedily.

I fist his hair, needing the soft strands between my fingers, pulling us into a deeper kiss, desperate for more, but he tugs my hands off him and pulls away too soon. I’m fucking starving for him. We couldn’t stop now.

But of course, Mr. Perfect is too smart and knowing, even at eighteen, and ruins it all. “Are you having a hard time at home, Sid? Why this hatred for me, and now you want to kiss me? What’s going on here?”

I quickly withdraw inwardly and stand, cupping my swollen junk, dying for release, but I say nothing.

He stands with me and cups my face again, looking at me with more patience than I want or deserve. I glance away, unable to stare into his eyes that can see through me. “Change your ways, and maybe I’ll give you a chance for more. But I don’t date bullies, Virgil. Get your shit together.”

Dalton drops his hands and walks off.

“You like boys, but will you even date them?”

He stops and looks back at me with an unreadable smile. “For the right one.”

He walks away again, and Idon’t stop him.

I can’t stay here any longer, filled with this weird combination of relief and fear. Everything’s changed now. The dynamic between Dalton and me has shifted. I’ve given him too much power over me. No, I relinquished it for a kiss with promises of more.

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