Page 32 of His Reluctant Savior

Dalton pressed a forearm to my throat and pushed me back. “Dammit, Sid! You and I won’t work!”

I pushed harder against him. “Tell me you don’t feel the chemistry.”

“I don’t.”

“You suck at lying, Boy Scout.”

He growled at me, and suddenly, I was the one who found my back shoved against the wall.

“Give it up,” he hissed, pressing his forearm tighter against my throat. It hurt, but I didn’t stop him. Regardless, no matter how hard he fought this, Dalton couldn’t hide his want for me. Maybe he was lonely and touch-starved, but his eyes landed on my lips for a fraction of a second, so I jumped at the opportunity.

“I’m not looking to fucking get married, but I’m also using this time as a second chance. I was always drawn to your goodness and brightness, even when I was surrounded by such horror. God, I hated it and needed it at the same time.”

His brow furrowed as his dark eyes scanned me for lies. When he said nothing, I placed my hand against his neck and pulled his face closer. “Sparks, Boy Scout. Stop fighting this. Justfeel. It will be a nice distraction while we wait for more intel.”

Dalton was definitely listening when his arm eased the pressure off my throat.

I used the moment to put my lips to his. I’d kissed quite a few men in my life, but none had ever made my mouth and body tingle like Dalton had.

It didn’t take long for the kiss to grow heated. We sucked, licked, and nipped while our hands clawed and tugged at our hair, sending me back to that moment at the party twenty-seven years ago. Our hips thrust against each other, and a wave of euphoria hit me when our cocks rubbed together.

He smelled so fresh and woodsy still, even after the long day. My thigh slid between his legs as he sought friction, humping it.

This was what I’d been seeking back in high school. I’d been a mental fucking wreck, but as soon as we kissed, I knew I’d found hope and home.

But when Dalton slid his hands down my ass, I froze.

Fuck, not now.

I grabbed his wrists none too gently and instantly removed his hands.

“W-what’s wrong?” he breathed heavily on my lips. But I didn’t need to explain anything. His dark eyes, nearly blown black, narrowed as he understood my reaction. “It’s fuckinghim, isn’t it? If ever I wanted someone dead…”

“Well, he is. I killed him. I’m fine. Just… I don’t like my ass touched. Everything else is fair game.”

“Sid…” he said, backing off, but I held him tight to me.

“Kiss me, goddammit! Jack me off. Suck me. I don’t fucking care. Just don’t touch the ass.”

As he slammed back to my mouth, giving in to the inevitable, I scrambled to undo my jeans, and then I undid his. Without pulling our mouths away, our tongues battling it out, we yanked our pants and underwear down to our thighs. I took our cocks and fisted them together, swallowing Dalton’s delicious groans.

I wished we had some lube, but I wasn’t about to stop this, even if the world burned around us. I wouldn’t waste this moment I never expected to have.

His fingers curled into my hair with one hand, and he dug blunt nails into my neck with his other as he thrust with me.

Feeling Dalton’s dick pressed up against mine was fucking unreal. We should’ve been able to do this when we were younger, and I was sure he would’ve given in to me had my uncle not ruined everything.

“Sid…” his tone was whisper-soft, instantly bringing me back to the present.

“You like this? Our cocks pressing…”

“Shut up,” he said, shoving his tongue into my mouth.

We thrust in sync as I stroked us. The fire and energy from our kiss to the throbbing heat from the friction burned like fire across my skin. For the first time since that party as a teen, my stomach dipped in excitement. It’d never done that for any other man before. My heart beat so fast, and my breath came in pants. I relished in the sensations, making me feel fucking alive and young again.

“You’re mine,” I growled as I nipped his throat.

My bodily reaction to him was proof of that. Dalton had always been mine.

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