Page 30 of Drifting Hearts
Helpless beneath him, I was safe here. Protected. Of its own volition, my left arm moved and I grabbed onto his leg, clinging to him like he’d disappear if I didn’t hold on.
The past couple months, and honestly longer, had been filled with such uncertainty. And then Kieran had been forced into my life andI got the feeling that he wouldn’t let me fail. Even if it wasn’t for my sake, but for the sake of others. Kieran had become the most solid, most real thing in my life and I wanted to anchor myself to him.
“That’s right,” he said, pleased by me for some reason I couldn’t figure out.
I whimpered around his dick. My own arousal had returned and I wanted nothing more than for him to flip me over and fuck me through the mattress. To pin me down and fill me up, and maybe even keep me. But first, I’d have to be someone worth keeping.
“You’re so hot like this.” Kieran reached his free hand down and brushed the hair off my forehead. “Fucking look at you.”
The awe in his voice cracked me in half and I renewed my efforts to please him. Kieran’s hips jerked and he thrust deeper than before. To encourage him to do it again, I hummed. He bit out a curse and his hips snapped again.
I refused to close my eyes. If I only got tonight, I wanted to see everything. Kieran’s eyes were squeezed shut and his lips were parted. The scruff on his face had grown enough that it was soft now instead of scratchy.
His eyes opened and he caught me staring up at him.
He didn’t look away. Our gazes held each other in a way that was far more intimate than the cock in my mouth. Far more revealing than if we were fully naked. Kieran was as upside down about this as I was. There was a sense of comfort in that—that maybe if he was as caught off-guard as I was, it meant that he might feel the other things I felt. It was too much to hope for, but I let myself. Just for tonight I’d allow myself to fall into whatever this was without fear of what would come tomorrow.
Because I knew there was no tomorrow for us. We’d go back to the real world where I was still broken and his truck was still stolen… and I was just a pain in the ass that he’d been stuck with.
“Clay, fuck. I’m so close.” Kieran pulled out and started jerking.
“In my mouth,” I managed to say. My jaw ached, but I wanted him back in me. Greed made me want to keep every bit of him I could. “Let me taste you.”
“Fucking hell, Clay.” Kieran cursed my name even as he slid his cock across my waiting tongue and into my mouth. He gripped the headboard with both hands now and his hips jerked as he thrust in and out of my mouth in shallow movements.
I watched a vein in the center of his forehead come to the surface, bulging and angry as blood rushed through it. His jaw ticked and his neck was pink and flush with lust. I’d never seen anyone more stunning than Kieran in that moment. And then he was coming—salty, bitter, perfect, across my tongue and down my throat. I swallowed it all down, watching Kieran the whole time.
He was breathtaking. A picture of beauty that I’d never be able to capture. The glow from the lamp cast him in light on one side and shadow on the other, like there were two parts to him and both of them were for me. He trembled and spasmed, his motions slowing, gentling as he finished. He looked almost apologetic when he pulled out of my mouth.
I licked my lips, chasing the flavor of him.
“That was amazing.” I sighed as he climbed off me and flopped down on the other side of the bed. I wanted him to want me enough to pull me back into his arms, but the orgasms had broken the spell. Even though my dick was hard as a rock again and I could stand to go another round, I didn’t ask or hint. He’d already given me more than I thought he would.
We lay there in the quiet of the room, not breaking the silence. I closed my eyes and focused on the way my heart clanged against my ribs. My chest heaved and I willed my cock to go down. We were clearly done for the night. I didn’t want to be too much or too greedy.
Kieran stood and stripped down to his briefs. “We can’t sleep fully clothed,” he stated as he folded his clothes and stacked them on the dresser that also served as a television stand.
“We did before,” I argued.
“That was before we meant to sleep. Here, let me help.”
Kieran got me out of my shirt, his eyes raking over the tattoos on my chest. Of all the things to get nervous about, it wasn’t when he had his hand on my cock, or when he was kneeling over me. It was when he started to undo the stupid boot on my leg. Underneath the protective boot and my pants was a too-pale, too-thin, too-weak leg.
“I can sleep in my jeans. It’s fine.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You’ll be more comfortable without them.”
I winced involuntarily.
“But if you’re more comfortable, I won’t push.”
Taking a deep breath, I shimmied out of my pants. Kieran bent and helped me get them off the rest of the way, while managing to avoid making me feel self-conscious.
“Boot on or off to sleep?”
Usually I slept with it off, but sleeping next to someone else made me fearful that he’d kick me in the middle of the night. I was so close to being healed that I didn’t want to risk anything bad happening. Was it rational to worry about something like that? Probably not, but I grabbed the boot and put it back on anyway.
Kieran folded my clothes and stacked them next to his then climbed into bed beside me. He shocked me by patting the empty space next to him. “Maybe I can help keep the bad dreams away this time.”
