Page 58 of That One Moment

My body rides the edge of release and I move my hips back when he suddenly turns and slams me against the tiled wall, knocking the air from my lungs. His lips hover above mine, breath hot against them. “I’d let you do anything to me, sunshine,” he whispers.

My jeans stick to me uncomfortably, keeping the rest of my legs and thighs covered up while my dick pushes out from the open waistband. Jamie’s clean hand finds my neck while his cum coated one ghosts down my stomach, the muscles ripple and clench beneath his featherlite touch. When his hand is right above my cock, I tense. It’s been a very long time since I let a guytouch me there, I’d normally push them away, but I want this - with him.

“Okay?” he checks in and I nod, sucking in a sharp breath when he circles my cock, coating me in his release. His hand glides smoothly up and down my dick, and my legs shake as pleasure zings up my spine. I lean forward and slant my lips over his then push my tongue into his mouth.

The movement of his hand on me feels so intense and unfamiliar that a cry-like whimper passes my lips. Jamie sucks on my tongue ring in a way that is so obscenely erotic, it sends white hot bolts of electricity through my veins.

I’m a whimpering, writhing mess under Jamie’s touch as he jerks my cock and squeezes the sides of my neck enough to have my vision blurring on the edges.

Jamie’s warm breath passes over my ear. “That’s it, good boy. Let go. I’ve got you.” He steps closer, sliding a leg between mine, and I feel his hard length at my side. My head flops back against the tiles as pleasure erupts from me and Jamie works me hard and fast over the edge. He releases my neck then slips his cum coated fingers into my mouth and rubs them against my tongue before kissing me deeply, sharing my flavour.

“God, you taste good.” He leans back and looks at me, his green eyes dark and full of lust and desire. My heart skips a beat because I put that look there. There’s a little niggling thought in the back of my mind though, that says he’s seeing Cooper when he looks at me, but I bat it away and bask in the warmth of his attention.

“I’m not done with you, yet,” Jamie says with urgency, taking my hand and pulling me out of the shower. We’re both still wet, water trailing down our bare skin and dripping from my jeans to create puddles on the floor. We kiss and grapple at each other, banging into doors and walls, nails scraping, teeth gnashing and tongues fighting for dominance until we reach my room.

“I need inside you,” he grunts, stepping into me so I’m forced backwards until my legs hit the bed and I fall onto the sheets. Jamie climbs over me, uncoordinated and desperate as his heavy body pushes me into the mattress. “Need to come inside you.”

His kisses turn gentle, soft and passionate as he runs one hand up and down my side. “Please don’t regret this,” I plead, vulnerability bleeding into my words.

Please don’t disappoint me.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Jamie

“Please don’t regret this.”

Caiden looks at me with bright eyes that show not only lingering lust but a touch of fear, too. Shaking my head, I press my lips to his cheek then skirt them across his lips until I’m placing open mouthed kisses on his other cheek.

“I could never regret you. I’ve told you that already,” I promise as I move slowly down his body. My tongue traces the rose tattooed over his right pec and down the vines that snake over his ribs. Petals fall from the rose, and between them, tiny stars are tattooed into his skin.

When I reach his open waistband, I ignore his hard cock and nibble the skin around it. He hisses and writhes on the bed, twisting his hips. It takes me a second to realise that he’s trying to roll over. Sitting up, I straddle his waist and place my hands on his hips.

“Keep still,” I command, moving my hands to the fabric of his waistband. As I start to tug at the wet fabric, Caiden shakes his head, and covers his eyes with the back of his arm.

“Please stop. Stop,” he begs, and I slide off of him and lie at his side. I would never do anything he didn’t want, but I’m certain I know what this is about, and I need him to know it’s okay.

“Look at me,” I say, pulling his arm away from his face and rolling him onto his side, so we’re face to face. “You don’t need to hide from me.” He blinks then blinks again, his eyelashes dark with tears that aren’t falling.

“I don’t let anyone…. I can’t let you see how damaged I am. Then you'll see I'm nothing like Cooper. I can't be him for you, I can't.” His voice breaks and his cheeks turn a deep shade of red.

“I don’t want you to be anyone but you, Caiden. I know you’re having a hard time believing that but it’s true. Just be my pain in the ass stepbrother, with a bad attitude and terrible taste in music.” That gets a small, barely audible chuckle from him.

When Caiden rolls onto his back, I cover his body with mine, my hand finding his throat again. His eyes go wide, the blues hidden by black depths as he flicks his tongue ring between his lips.

“You’re scared, I get that, so am I. You’ve turned everything upside down and I barely understand myself at the moment, but I do know this. I’m not comparing you and I don't wish you were him. Whatever paths we took led us here, to this moment where I'm with you, sunshine. You.”

With my hand resting on his neck, I dip my head and press my lips to his, in a hard, closed mouthed kiss. “You’re not damaged.” Moving down his body, keeping my eyes on his, I kiss around his now flaccid cock, then move my hands to the fabric of his waistband. Lifting a brow, I tug at the fabric and he nods, then lifts his ass and lets me shimmy them off of him until they're lying on his bedroom floor along with his boxers.

My eyes don’t leave his face when I say, “You're amazing and so fucking beautiful.”

My tongue runs through the crease where his leg and groin meet before ghosting my lips over the silvery scars on his left thigh, careful to avoid the newer, redder ones.

“You’re strong.” I move to the other thigh and give it the same attention. Caiden’s body trembles under my touch but he doesn’t look away from me.

“Intelligent.” I spread his thighs and lift his legs until his feet are flat on the bed. “Talented,” I add, breaking eye contact as I bend down and lick a stripe up his taint. He sucks in a breath and groans, his hips moving to chase my lips that have moved to mouth his balls.

“Delicious.” I tug on them and then suck one into my mouth, eliciting the sweetest sounds. When I release him and lick up his thick shaft, he moans, his hands roughly grabbing my hair.

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