Page 61 of His Reluctant Savior

“That’s not up to Easton. My life may be forfeited if I show up there. That’s not something I’m ready to risk yet. Try not to think about this anymore. We need to end this, and soon. Once it’s over, then we can talk more about our future.”

If we even had one.

The beer was supposed to unwind me, but with Easton’s arrival and threats, I was even more tightly wound. Not to mention Derrick’s fucking involvement. Sure, Easton said he took out two who were trying to kill us, but I had no doubt Easton would also take me out if he felt Sid was in any sort of danger from me. So, I had that shit hanging over my head.

“Fuck,” I groaned as we stepped inside our suite.

“We’ll get through this, Dalt.”

I tossed my hands into the air. “You keep sayingthat!”

He sighed. “What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know. It’s just… Now it feels like your family is going to start closing in. Or at least Easton, because he was definitely flinging threats at me.”

Sid pulled me against him and smirked. “That’s just his love language, babe. Everything he says sounds like a threat. If he wanted you dead, you would be.”

I rolled my eyes so hard and shoved him away. “That’swhat he said, andthatdoesn’t make me feel any better.”

Sid pawed at me again and brought me back against him, holding me tightly. “I have ways to make you feel better.”

I wanted to be annoyed, and I tried so hard to scowl at him, but instead, a grin formed. “I hate you.”

“Youadoreme.”

“Fine, I hate adoring you.”

“Keep telling yourself that, Boy Scout. Now get in the shower. I want to do naughty things to you.”

Maybe some fooling around would distract me. It wouldn’t last, but it certainly helped.

When I walked away, Sid smacked my ass hard enough for me to rush into the bathroom.

I ran the shower and held my hand under the spray until it got hot, then adjusted the temperature until it was perfect. I stripped out of my clothes and got under the water, dunking my head until my hair was soaked.

Soon, cold air hit me from the curtain being pulled back, and a strong arm wrapped around my front as Sid stepped in with me and pressed his hardening cock between the crevice of my ass cheeks.

“Don’t move,” he said in a low growl close to my ear.

The body wash bottle opened with a snick, and the scent of fresh woods filled the air, mingling with the steam.

Deft fingers slid between my ass and around my hole, spreading the soap as he washed me, then he rinsed it off.

Already I was relaxing as I sagged against the cold tiles, my cock throbbing to life. But Sid wanted me to bend forward, pushing my head down enough to where my face was pressed against the wall and my ass was sticking out.

I braced my hands to keep myself upright as Sid eased onto his knees and spread me open.

“Hello, my little puckered friend,” Sid said to my hole, pulling out a snort from me.

“Weirdo.”

“Be nice. He’s not weird.”

I rolled my eyes before the flat of his tongue shut me up before the tip swirled around the muscle, pulling a groan from me. His fingers dug into the meaty flesh of my ass hard enough to leave bruises as I got lost in the rimming.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

“It ah… could be… better.”

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