Page 68 of Drag Me Down

I never expected to feel this way about anyone. This is everything.Heis everything. And I don’t want to lose him again.

Hail rocks his hips to meet my thrusts as I find a rhythm. He’s letting out these little noises that fucking ruin me internally. How could I run from this? He would never hurt me intentionally. He only wanted to help me. My fucking fault for not setting hard limits for myself, though maybe I needed to cross a few lines…

There’s quite a few still in my way.

He loops an arm around my neck, crushing my mouth to his. His tongue slides against my own, wiping my brain of thoughts until we’re nothing more than movement and raw emotion and delicious pleasure.

I reach a hand down to grip his cock and stroke it as I piston into him. I want him to feel just as much as I do while I’m buried in his tight heat. He lets out a growl, much like the one he unleashes on stage. Only this one is for me alone.

I drop my forehead to his collarbone. “I’m too close.”

“We have all the time in the world to keep doing this,” he pants, his fearful amber eyes finding mine. I put that there. Made him so afraid. “Please tell me we do.”

“We do,” I say, placing a lingering kiss on his neck, but I only half believe the words coming out of my mouth.

I have to get better. I have to deal with my shit or I will never stop disappointing Hail. Which means I would be disappointing Liam, and all of Atonement, too.

I can’t keep touring with them. It’s been a trigger for me, one that I obviously can’t navigate on my own.

Putting my all into the last few thrusts, I moan as my own release shatters me. Hail follows me over the edge as I peg his prostate.

Gasping for breath, he drops his hands out wide on the dock, completely spent. “I didn’t know it could feel like that.”

I slip out of him and help him wriggle back into his soaked boxers. I do the same until we’re somewhat dressed and shivering again. Hand firmly clasped in his, I lead him up to the bed-and-breakfast.

The owner looks both of us up and down as we walk in her front door, sated and dripping ocean water on her wooden floors. Her eyes go wide a bit at the sight of Hail, tattooed and pierced and looking like fucking sex personified in just his boxers.

“How do I get one of those?” she asks, motioning to all of him. “Did you fish him out of the Atlantic?”

We both smirk, and then she waves us down the hall to the bedrooms. “Lunch will be out in a bit, boys. Go get dried off.”

We take our time in the hot shower, jacking each other off because the chemical attraction between us is inescapable.

Afterwards, we dress in joggers and band shirts, both rocking Atonement’s abstract logo. Perched on the edge of the bed, Hail cocks his head at me. “I like that look on you a little too much.” He smiles, hands roving down to squeeze my ass and drag me into a tender kiss. Then he gently kisses my split brow and bruised chin.

Pulling away, my stomach winds into knots. “What are you doing here, Hails?”

His brows furrow. “Retrieving you.”

“You’re in the middle of a tour.”

He shrugs. “I don’t give a shit.”

I press the heels of my palms against my closed eyes and give a heavy sigh. “You have to go back.”

His head shakes frantically, wet locks swaying. I can’t help but push them out of his face. “Not without you, sunshine. Malek can handle leading for a while. The fans shouldn’t be too pissed. Hell, it’s a good test to see if me taking more of a backseat would plummet sales.” His features scrunch up in the cutest way.

Closing the distance between us, I draw him into another kiss. “I have to straighten myself out. This isn’t… this isn’t healthy. For either of us.”

Muscles twitch along his jaw, but I soothe them with light strokes of my fingers.

“Please, Hail. I need you to understand. I don’t want to keep hurting you. But right now, you’re the only reason I want to live.” I lick my lips and shake my head. “And I know… I know that’s not okay.”

After a span of silence, he finally nods. “Okay.”

Thirty-One

Hail

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