Page 107 of Dean

“I was going to pack.”

Dean growls slightly, his arms flexing as he grabs the door frame tighter.

“You’re going to fucking leave me?”

“I wanted to have a backup plan.”

“And your backup plan is leaving?”

I meet his stare and I can see the anger rolling across his face. His jaw is ticking, his eye twitching.

“I don’t want you uncomfortable living with a thief and a troublemaker.”

“I shouldn’t have said that and you’re not a troublemaker,” he murmurs.

“I just want you to be happy.”

He grinds his teeth. “I am happy.”

“Are you really?” I move to grab a hanger to put a dress into the box, but Dean is beside me, taking it from me softly and hanging it back up.

“Don’t fucking leave,” he whispers, his voice breaking slightly. “I want you to stay.”

“I’m worried you don’t trust me.”

“I do. I trust who you’ve become. I don’t blame you for your parents, for what you had to do. I was just surprised at the admission. I’m sorry you felt like you had to leave.”

I meet his stare and move to grab the hanger once more, but he stops me, pushing me up against the wall, his hips meeting mine, pinning me in place.

He can feel how hard I am. He knows how much I want this. I want to stay—with him.

His hands drag up my arms, pulling them above my head, his nose running up my neck until his lips are right above mine.

“I’m sorry, Avery. Forgive me. I want you to stay.”

My tongue peeks out and I inhale shakily.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m fucking sure,” he says, his lips moving across mine. I shiver as our mouths meet and his tongue pushes inside of me. He groans, his fingers linking with mine, still holding me in place, not letting me move. Not that I want to. I want to stay.

I don’t want to leave. I really don’t.

Dean shifts slightly, his mouth slanting over mine as he licks his way into me. His thigh pushes between my legs, and I grind up against it, feeling all the pent-up need make its way to the surface. It’s bubbling over, a frothing, feral mess.

But before I can come, Dean pulls away roughly, his pupils dilated, his chest heaving.

“Fuck. I’m going to lose control. Do you want me to keep going?”

I give him a shaky nod and then a quiet “please,” to which he responds almost immediately. Without warning, I’m spun around, my front up against the wall, his hands dragging up my skirt, pushing it up around my waist. His fingers tug on the lace of my panties, pulling them down until they’re around my thighs.

I feel his fingers slide up my crack and I groan.

“Dean.”

He hums lowly as his fingers fumble with the zipper of his pants, and a second later, I feel his thick cock slide up my ass crack.

“Oh god.”

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