Page 7 of Deadly Daddy

The more time that passed, the more Kyson’s nerves stretched. He chewed the side of his thumbnail and watched the door.Eventually, he dozed. Light and the sound of water running jerked Kyson awake. He spent a moment confused about where he was before spotting Banks standing at the bathroom sink. Blood covered his hands. His discarded shirt on the floor was covered in blood. Kyson couldn’t tell if it was his, but he saw the split knuckles even from his vantage point. He slipped from the bed and padded that way. Kyson half expected Banks to close the bathroom door in his face. He didn’t. In fact, he stared at nothing with the water running pointlessly. It was as if Banks had disappeared inside himself. Kyson kissed the spot between Banks’ shoulder blades. He kept his lips pressed to Banks’ skin as he reached around him and led Banks’ hands beneath the water. Banks flinched. Kyson made a shushing sound against his skin as he gently washed Banks’ hands.

“You shouldn’t touch me.”

Kyson kept kissing his shoulder, ignoring the words.

“You’re too good to be touching someone like me.”

The dead note to Banks’ voice was breaking his heart. “Turn around.” Kyson had gotten his hands as clean as he could without some sort of ointment to stem the bleeding. “Let me see.”

To his surprise, Banks obeyed.

Kyson kept his gaze locked on Banks’ hands. He had an irrational fear Banks would shut him out if he met his stare.“Is there a first-aid kit around here? Or maybe just some antibacterial ointment?”

“Under the sink.”

Kyson worked around him to search the cabinet. He found the kit and went back to working on Banks’ hands.

“This is who I’ll always be. I don’t have a choice.”

“I know.” Kyson patted the wounds dry with gauze before swiping ointment across his busted knuckles.

“I’m an addict.”

He blew on the wounds. “I know.”

“You’ll never be able to love someone like me.”

Kyson lifted his chin. The pain he saw in Banks’ eyes nearly buckled his knees. “I already do.”

Kyson’s feet left the floor as Banks swept him into his arms. “I want to call you a fool, but I’m scared as hell you’ll believe me.”

His heart never stood a chance against this sexy, broken man. He had saved Kyson, but Kyson thought—maybe—Banks needed him too.

Banks set one knee on the bed and followed Kyson down. He looked so intense, Kyson couldn’t look away. “I just want to hold you. There’re no condoms or anything here. Not that I’m assuming.”

Kyson might have smiled if things didn’t feel so powerful between them. “I want to touch you.” He had to know what Banks looked like when he came. Kyson thought he might go insane if he didn’t do all the things he wanted. He didn’t want to wake up tomorrow and realize he lost his chance, or this was just a dream. A temporary bout of insanity on Banks’ part.

Banks didn’t respond. On his side, facing Kyson, he held Kyson’s stare. It was like they couldn’t look away from each other.

Kyson skimmed his fingers down Banks’ torso, silently begging Banks not to stop him. A flush slowly rose on Banks’ cheeks as Kyson unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

“You’re so incredibly beautiful. Inside and out.” Banks visibly swallowed as Kyson’s fingers encircled his cock. “I’m terrified I’ll destroy everything that makes you flawless.”

Kyson stroked. “Then don’t.” It truly felt that simple to Kyson. Kyson didn’t want to hurt Banks, so he wouldn’t. It should be just as easy for Banks, except Banks had his family looming over him. There would be things he couldn’t control.

Banks’ lips parted. His breathing turned heavier.

Kyson didn’t look away. He wouldn’t let Banks’ family destroy this. Kyson knew who he loved. He wasn’t scared. In fact, he had never felt more protected. Cherished. His body burned, but Kyson didn’t care about himself. Of course, that was his problem. He had never cared about himself. Kyson put everyone above himself. He couldn’t help it. He just wasn’t that special.

Banks slowly slid the zipper down on Kyson’s pajamas. Still, his gaze never wavered from holding Kyson’s stare. When Banks’ hand found its way inside Kyson’s underwear, he swallowed. It scared him how good Banks’ touch felt. Banks rolled, pinning Kyson beneath him. A small part of Kyson wanted to panic. Nothing good ever happened to him beneath a man. Except Banks never relinquished his stare, and Kyson trusted him. He believed in Banks in a way he never had anyone before. Then Banks held their cocks together and rolled his hips. A gasp tore from Kyson. No one had ever made love to him. He had zero doubt that was exactly what Banks did.

“Tell me.”

Kyson didn’t have to question the demand. He knew because he ached for the same. “I love you.”

Banks’ mouth covered his and his thrusts quickened. He felt so overwhelmed and weak, but in a good way. Kyson didn’t have to fear being vulnerable. Banks would take care of him. Kyson forgot to overthink. His body’s needs took over his every thought. He was a limp noodle, while everything was done to him, but Kyson couldn’t function. All he could do was focus on their kiss and the tension climbing his shaft.

His fingertips dug into Banks’ shoulders. He fought the urge to pull him closer. Kyson was ready to fly apart at the seams. Banks leaned his head away and visibly strained toward release. The taut lines on his face sent Kyson over the edge. He had done that. Kyson was the reason for that ecstasy. The knowledge had him shaking and whimpering as cum filled the space between them.

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