Page 97 of Flare

He pulled back and a fire kindled in those dark eyes as he met my gaze, searching for something I hoped he found. Then he smiled, wide and sexy. “Yeah, damn right, I did.” He scrambled upright in his seat. “Are we done here? Tell me we’re done, because we really, really need to leave.” He reached across and palmed my dick, giving it a quick squeeze. “A fucking dragon,” he muttered to himself as he fumbled to secure his seatbelt. “Drive, Beck. Now. I haven’t had you for a week because I’ve been a complete idiot.”

I put a hand on his arm as another flash of distant lightning lit up the car and the parents hustled the remaining kids inside. “Can I ask why?”

He sighed and blinked slowly before answering. “My attacks have always been unpredictable. Things can work one day and not the next. I should’ve known better, but I think I’d started to believe that things were going to be different with you. I mean, everything else is, so...” He threaded our fingers together and held my gaze. “Everything.”

I brought his hand to my lips and pressed a kiss there. “For me too.”

His mouth curved up in a smile that went straight to my stupid heart. “The attack burst that bubble and all the shit that went down with Nolan came flooding back. It took Callum to remind me that there wasn’t a quick fix and that teaching my body and mind to feel safe around you during sex was going to take however long it took. And that there was nothing wrong with needing help like restraints until we got there.”

He gave me a look, then tugged me close and whispered in my ear. “Take me home, Beck.” He kissed my neck, sending a shiver the length of my body. “Take me home and let me have my wicked way with you. We’ve got your house to ourselves. Let’s not waste it. I want to have you with the storm raging outside.”

He pressed a dozen tiny kisses to my face, his lips barely grazing my skin—there, and then off like the brush of cotton wool. Then he held my gaze long enough to make my heart thrum in my chest and I wondered if he saw it too—that glimpse of something big and beautiful rising between us.

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Rhys

Beck led me upstairs, his grip soft and warm, but there was excitement in his eyes and an electricity hummed between us.

“Give me a minute.” He disappeared into the bathroom while I fished in his bedside drawer for supplies, so nervous I dropped the lube behind the bed and had to pull the mattress out from the wall to retrieve it. Then I pulled the covers back and stripped out of my clothes, hanging them on the chair. I thought about closing the curtains, but I loved a good storm.

“I really like this room.” I ran my hand over the same simple, bleached wood furniture as the rest of the house. “It’s solid and warm and comfortable. Just like you.”

He snorted. “You make me sound like a damn armchair. You better dim the lights. My cushions are slightly overstuffed these days.”

I laughed. “It was a compliment. Every one of those things is why I like you. Every part of you is honest, and that is so fucking sexy, you have no idea.” I paused at the closed bathroom door. “Sure you don’t want any help in there?”

“No.”

I kept moving, fisting my cock and ignoring the flood of relief at the feel of it hard and hungry in my hand. “I was thinking of using one of your ties tonight, instead of the cuffs. I feel a professor fantasy brewing.”

“Is that right?”

I turned at the hoarse voice to find his big, beautiful body on full display. Soft brown hair fanned the length of his torso and those long-muscled legs I ached to wrap around my waist. And the sexiest fucking smile that I needed to taste before I nutted on the spot.

“Wow.” I walked across and took his hands, wrapping them around my waist and trying not to flinch as I settled into the feel. Then I went up on my tiptoes for a brief, hard kiss. “Mmm.” I wrapped my hand around his thick, hard cock, running my thumb over the slit. “I am one lucky motherfucker. Look at you. Leaking for me already.”

“About that tie.” He flicked his head to the wardrobe. “Have at it.”

I dropped his cock and patted his cheek, slicking his lips with the pre-come on my thumb. “Get into bed, gorgeous.”

Huh. I chose an unexpected bright red satin number and dangled it between us. “I have to say, I wasn’t expecting this.”

“Oh god.” His cheeks blazed crimson. “My mother bought it for me.”

I dropped it like it had just burst into flames and jumped back. “Nope, no, no, no. Holy fuck, I can’t do that.”

He grinned. “Only joking. An old boyfriend gave it to me. I’ve never worn it.”

I thought about that for a second, then threw it on his chest. “Works just fine for me. Anyone who boughtthatfor you didn’t know you at all, and I kind of like the idea of using it while we fuck.”

He laughed. “You have an evil mind. I take it no exercise?”

I shook my head. “Not with restraints.”

“So.” He waggled his eyebrows and lay back on the bed with his hands behind his head. “Whatever do you have planned for me tonight?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.” I dangled the tie. “Hands front or back?”

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