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“I’m fine,” he answers carefully and calmly. “Who did that to you? Who made you question yourself?” he says with a growl.

“It doesn’t matter, it was a long time ago.”

“It does matter, especially if it still haunts you,” he replies. “I’m gonna ask you one more time, and if you don’t answer or you say some bullshit, you won’t like what happens.” He drives the point home with a feral look. “WHO DID THAT TO YOU?

I look at Sin, weighing my options. If I tell him it will dig up old feelings that I want to keep buried. I haven’t even told Kieran about my past.

Sin clears his throat, tapping his foot on the floor. “Now, Noah!”

I take a deep steadying breath, needing to buy myself a few extra seconds. Closing my eyes I picture the only thing that will bring me any peace– Kieran. While I relive the worst moment of my life.

“When I was fifteen, I had a friend. He was my best friend really. He was on the football team or—well, I guess that’s not important, but anyways, he came over to my house a lot, and one night my father walked in while we were kissing and—” I trail off.

“And what?” Sin presses.

“And my father ripped us apart and beat him so bad he had to leave in an ambulance. And me? Well, he broke every bone in my arm and hand. I was in a cast, I had to do years of physical therapy to regain my movement back.” I raise my arm showing him my scars.

“What happened to your father?”

“Nothing. He has friends in high places who were able to sweep it under the rug.”

“I’m sorry, Noah. I know what it’s like to have a shitty father. I have a brother, I haven't talked to since I was ten. He left and fell in with bad people,” He admits, with a pained look, “buta part of me knows he left because of me. Looking at me just reminds him of what happened to his father and our mother.”

My heart squeezes for him.

Sin steps forward and hesitates before saying, “Can I touch you?”

I nod my head yes, and he wraps me in his arms faster than I can blink. I take a shaky breath and exhale slowly. I feel a wet spot on his shirt, so I pull back and blink, feeling a line of wetness on my cheek. When did I start crying?

Sin runs his hand through my hair and holds me while I release decades’ worth of pent up hurt and sadness against his chest.

“I’m sorry I’ve been trying to push you, baby, but you need to let go of everything that vile man told you,” Sin says, sadly.

I look at him. And I meanreallylook at him this time. He’s just a sad broken man. I don’t know what happened to him, but he needs help too. That has to be why he’s doing the things he’s doing.

He’s walking a very thin line between me hating him and feeling so bad for him, and I’m willing to give him anything he asks for. I vow to myself that I will try to understand him. He needs that.

Chapter Six

Sin

Noah’s father is a vile man who deserves everything I’m going to do to him. I don’t believe for one second that his father stopped at breaking bones that one time. He abused his kid for something he had no control over. For something that is perfectly normal.

I’ve known since I was fourteen that I liked men and women. My parents were supportive of that. I may be fucked up, but it’s not because I was lacking parental support or guidance. My issues stem from something else. I plan to check into his parents later, but for now, Noah needs me.

“Sin, I want to be okay with who I am,” he says softly.

“I know, baby, I know,” I say, stroking his head.

“I–” he stops, as if he’s not sure what to say. “I want you,” he says softly. “But I don’t know how to be okay with that. Can you help me?”

Yes, I know I should ask follow up questions, like if he’s sure and if he’s really ready, but I’ve never pretended to be a good man. I grab his jaw and kiss him. The kiss starts out soft, tender and quickly turns to more, turning feverish, our teeth clashing. By the time we pull away, our breathing is ragged. Both of us suck in deep breaths.

Noah is the one who makes the move this time. He crashes his mouth back onto mine. I grab the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. Reaching behind my back, I pull mine off one handed, before grabbing the waistband of the sweats I left in here for him. They look fucking fantastic on him. I love seeing him in my clothes. Once I free his hard cock, I take a step back and admire the view. He is tall and lean with muscles that are like a runners. His cock is long, thick and curved, with a vein that runs up the side, it’s swollen and already dripping precum.

Looking at Noah’s sexy body has made my own cock so hard it hurts. I feel the precum leaking out of the tip and smearing on my boxers. I free my own hard shaft, watching Noah’s eyes roll up and down my body, before his eyes go wide, stopping on my piercings. His dick twitches, and with the look in his eyes, I know he’s a little terrified but he’s enjoying the view. When I take a step forward, Noah takes one back until the backs of his legs hit the bed. He falls back on the bed in a sitting position. I walk back to my pants on the floor, fishing out the packet of lube I have in the pocket. I was planning on taking him today regardless of how he felt. I ran out of patience.

I walk back up to the edge of the bed and grab Noah’s jaw, bringing my lips down onto his. I push on his chest, making him lie back on the bed. Once he is lying down, I kiss and suck my way down his chest and stomach, kneeling as I do it. When I reach his shaft, I open my mouth and swirl my tongue around his tip. Noah releases a loud moan, the noises he’s making encouraging me to take him deeper. I take deep breaths through my nose before hollowing my cheeks and taking him all the way down my throat. I hold him there, before pulling back up and circling my tongue around his tip again. He bucks his hips, trying to make me speed up, but he’s not leading this, I am. I pin his hips to the bed and keep my slow torturous pace.

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