Page 33 of Winter Ends
When Shawn latched onto my neck again, sucking and biting at the flesh, I cried out. Little sparks raised goosebumps on my arms.
I should stop this. Letting him mark me again would only complicate things further, but at least this time, it was further down, and I could easily cover it with a shirt. Then the wildest idea hit me. Would it be the end of the world if others saw it? Did I want my friends to know what we’d gotten up to while we’d been stuck up here?
“Oh, oh fuck.” That low tingle started at the base of my spine. My hips snapped again and again, forcing my dick to drag along Shawn’s in the tunnel of his fist.
“That’s it, babe. Give me your load.”
My eyes slammed closed. What the hell was it about him calling me babe that shoved me over the edge? A strangled cry left my chest as I coated our stomachs and his fist. I gasped as the warm rush of Shawn’s cum followed my release.
When my eyes popped open again, I stared into the hazel depths. They swirled with emotions that I couldn’t read, but that feeling of suffocation and panic was settling into my chest again. How could I let this happen again?
I wanted it.
I still wanted it.
Instead of continuing to let my heart beat out of control, my eyes slid closed once more and I took a few deep breaths. I could do this. This wasn’t the same. Where Art had teased me in the past for wanting the things I did, Shawn gave. He gave and didn’t make me feel bad about it. He was a willing participant and as much as he drove me crazy…
“You’re overthinking it.”
When I opened my eyes again, Shawn sat up. He pulled me to sit alongside him. Words still wouldn’t form on my lips to explain exactly what was going through my head.
Maybe I was overcomplicating it. Who said this had to be anything more than messing around for a few days? Why not have some no-strings fun while we were stuck?
“I’m just—just not sure what I want to say,” I said as Shawn wrapped an arm around my shoulders. He pulled me in closer, placing a kiss on my temple. The small gesture sent warm tingles through my limbs. The move was almost too intimate and if I was going to reduce this to a meaningless hookup, I needed to create space.
But how did you create space when the person you wanted to get away from didn’t know the meaning of boundaries?
Chapter 20
Shawn
Iwanted Daniel out of his damn head. When I’d come back here, it hadn’t initially been for more sex. That had been a happy accident. Maybe.
Seeing him open the door, still standing there in nothing but his boxers with my cum still dried against his skin, I had to solidify that he was mine. Not that he’d had any clue what he’d signed up for with me.
Daniel tensed in my hold, and I knew he still had to be overthinking this. The way his body wound up like a spring ready to snap, he was prone to bolt at any second. I couldn’t have that, not when I’d finally had him opening up.
“When I was seven, I got in so much trouble because my mom wasn’t paying attention when she took me with her to one of her boutique shops. I tore two whole racks of dresses off their hangers and ripped them before she even knew what was happening.”
Daniel immediately stopped trying to pull away from me to stare. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because you told me something personal, and I think you should know something about me?”
He relaxed a little, his shoulders drooping a little under my arm. We rested against the headboard as I continued my story.
“Mom and Dad were always busy. I think I just wanted some attention. I don’t know. There was a better way to do it, but my mom had been talking to this lady forever, and I’d tried to ask her five times if we could go home. She kept brushing me off... so I started yanking on the dresses.”
Daniel’s eyebrow rose. “So, what I’m hearing is that you’ve always been a spoiled brat?”
I huffed. “Spoiled? Maybe. I wouldn’t call myself a brat, but I knew how to get my way, or at least get attention. Even if it was negative. At that age? Attention was attention. I didn’t care how I got it.”
Daniel, who was still naked, pulled his knees to his chest. Was he uncomfortable sitting here like that with me, both of us naked? Without asking him, I grabbed a blanket and threw it over us, wrapping him close to me. His eyes widened in surprise, but this was about making him more comfortable around me.
“Is there anything about me you want to know?” I asked, trying to get him to delve deeper on his own.
Daniel chewed at his lip for a second. His skin was warming against mine under the blanket and I liked the way he felt against me. There was something so perfect and right about it. Maybe I’d been too intense in the past, teasing him the way I had. Especially now that I knew about his past of being made fun of.
After a prolonged silence, he looked up at me, eyes dancing with questions. “I told you I was bi. It occurs to me that even though you hang out with all the guys, I guess I don’t know where you stand?”
