Page 92 of Hide and Seek
“It’s true I’m a Rebel, but that’s only because my family has been part of it since its founding. Being a member of the frat gives me advantages, I don’t deny that, but I only joined because it was expected of me.”
He lets out the softest sigh when I trace my thumb over his top lip.
“I don’t see a three or four or even a ten when I look at you.” I press my thumb against the center of his lips to silence his protests. “I don’t rate you against some arbitrary scale of what I’m supposed to want, and I don’t compare you to others so I can decide what I think of you. Do you know why I don’t do any of that?” I pull my thumb from his lips and swipe the pad over his cheekbone.
He shakes his head.
I lean in until our lips are almost touching. “Because you’re beyond comparison. Because when I look at you, I see the only person who’s ever interested me. I think you’re gorgeous, but your looks are just window dressing. It’s who you are that makes me want to claim you as mine, and I don’t give a flying fuck what anyone else thinks about me or my choices, because they mean nothing to me.”
“But—”
I press my thumb to his lips again. “None of this means anything to me. I play the part and do what I’m supposed to because it’s easy, and I don’t care enough to push back because I’ve been able to find moments where I can shed the facade and just be myself. My cousins and brother know the real me, and they accept me. They give me the space I need to be myself so Ican play along in a world I don’t care about, beyond protecting those who are mine. The only other person who’s ever done that for me is you. Do you really think I’d give that up because of trivial shit like societal expectations or social hierarchy?”
Slowly, he shakes his head, and I can see some of his doubt melting away as he leans into my touch like a needy kitten.
“You’re mine, Myles,” I tell him. “And I dare anyone to try and change my mind because I guarantee it won’t end well for them.”
He gives me another wide smile. “I am?”
I press another kiss against his lips. “Yes.”
“Does that mean you’re also mine?” He slips his hands under my sweater and rubs them over my sides.
“Yes.” I slide my hand from where I’m still cupping his cheek into his hair and grip the strands tight.
He gasps and lets me pull his head back and expose his throat.
“I still can’t believe any of this is happening,” he murmurs.
“Believe it, because it is.” Leaning in, I drop a line of kisses down the column of his throat.
He splays his hands over my back and pulls me so our bodies are flush and his hard dick is pressing into my thigh.
“So this isn’t just a tonight thing?” he asks breathlessly and tilts his head to the side, giving me better access.
“No. Not just tonight.” I say between kisses as I move back up his throat and toward his mouth.
He starts to say something else, but I cut him off with a deep kiss. He responds with a loud moan and immediately opens for me, then moans again when I tangle our tongues together and finally kiss him the way I’ve wanted to since he first walked into his room after his shower.
He whimpers and sighs as I ravage his mouth and hold him in place so he has no choice but to take everything I give him.
I love how easily he trusts me, especially when he has every reason to be terrified of me, and how he’s never once held back.
When I finally break the kiss, he doesn’t let me move more than an inch away before he hooks his hand around the back of my neck and yanks me back for more.
His kisses are deep and bruising and so damn possessive they make something in my brain short-circuit. I always knew Myles had this side in him, and his overt eagerness is just as much of a turn-on as when he’s submissive and shy.
I was planning on just kissing him and seeing how he felt after, but now that he’s clinging to me and rubbing his hard dick against my thigh like the needy man I’ve grown accustomed to, those altruistic thoughts fly from my head and are replaced by a single word: mine.
Mylesismine, and I don’t care if it takes the rest of his life to prove it to him; he willalwaysbe mine.
Giving in to the desire and need burning inside me, I grab him by his thighs and lift him so he’s forced to wrap his muscular legs around my waist as I hold him.
He makes a surprised sound against my lips but doesn’t stop kissing me as he drapes his arms over my shoulders and holds on. This new position makes him taller than me, and he uses that little bit of leverage to own my mouth the way I just owned his.
Needing more of him, I take several long strides and press him against the wall next to his window. I take advantage of our new position to drag my hard dick against his and knead his full ass cheeks with my hands.
He tears his lips from mine and lets his head fall back against the wall with a loud cry. I fit my mouth over his carotid artery and gently stroke my tongue over his skin as it pulses rhythmically.
