Page 85 of A Reluctant Boy Toy
“Yeah?” His beguiling gray eyes opened wide.
“Don’t get a big head.” I gave his forehead a light tap with the tip of my finger. “Because now I have a huge and pressing problem.”
“What?” he asked.
“For anything between us to have a chance of growing, I’m going to need to fix some of the relationships I broke. I need closure with Serena, I want to recommit to my kids, and I don’t know what or how long that’s going to take.”
“I see.” He folded his hands carefully. “You should take all the time you need.”
“In the meantime, I never want you to feel like my help is some burden I’m carrying or that it’s in return for a donation from your dad. It’s not like that. I’m not that guy.”
He stared at me for a long time before nodding. “I believe you.”
“Do you think maybe I could take care of your needs without putting a name on it for now?”
He nodded again. “I think so.”
“I want that. Feeding you when you need me to, helping you dress, getting you off. I would really, really like to do all those things.”
“Me too. It doesn't have to be more than that.”
“All right.” I smiled against his ear and whispered, “Sweet Sebastian.”
His cheek warmed beneath my kiss.
The night before, shock had held me in awe of what was happening between me and Sebastian, but now my body let me know in no uncertain terms that I should participate.
By the time I turned on the water, Sebastian’s hard cock had reddened. It leaked a long string of slick to his belly where it slid down until it disappeared into a manscaped triangle of silky blond hair.
I used foamy shower gel to clean Sebastian’s body, but it was mostly an excuse to touch every single inch of his skin. My cock was so hard I gasped with need as I stroked him off. When he begged me to gofasterandharderandoh, God, more,I fumbled my jeans open, brought out my cock, and pumped myself with the same frenzied rhythm I used on him.
Sebastian moaned. He clung to me as best he could one armed. My orgasm was a runaway train going downhill until we went off the rails together.
Sebastian threw his head back and wailed.
His eyes met mine, helpless with surrender, and I knew in that moment that whatever Sebastian wanted from me, whatever he needed me to say or do, I'd tear myself apart to give it to him.
I came down slowly with Sebastian curled in my lap, lifted my cum-soaked hand to my lips, and licked his jizz. He let out a shuddering almost-growl while he kissed and licked into my mouth. We were grown men and I needed to be mindful of his arms, but we made out like animals with no other aim but to feel the next press of lips, the next touch, and the next, and the next…
He dropped his head onto my shoulder and preened while I whispered stupid things in his ear that I wouldn’t want repeated—”You’re so beautiful, baby,” and “I want you beneath me,” and “Don’t ever think I didn’t want this with you.”
“Kiss me. Kiss me,” he begged against my neck. “Please, Stone.”
The little wolf was mine.
I would keep him safe and happy and far, far away from the things that waited in the heartless world beyond the sanctuary walls to hurt him again.
I dried Sebastian carefully and carried him to bed where I tucked him safely beneath the covers and kissed his forehead and nose and cheeks and lips…too many times to count.
Morrigan nudged me forward.
“I wish we could sleep here too.” I wanted nothing more than to curl up at Sebastian’s back and wrap him in my arms, but with his arms the way they were, I stood a better chance of hurting him than providing comfort.
“You could,” Sebastian murmured. “I wouldn’t mind.”
“It’s safer for you alone, sweetheart.” One last kiss deepened and nearly melted my resolve. “See you in the morning?”
He nodded. “I see my new doctors tomorrow.”
