Seth (Damage Control 3)

“Where did you go?”

“To Shane’s house. It was good, and I managed to straighten up and go to school for a while, too. Those were… they were good times. Until they were over.” His voice roughens, and he swallows audibly.

“What happened?”

“Then Shane’s mom died in an accident, and he went off the rails. I tried to help him, but by then…” His breath makes a strange hitching sound. “By then it was too late for that, and my own mom fucked me up.”

“Fucked you up? What do you mean?”

“It doesn’t fucking matter what I mean.” He rolls away, his arm lifting, leaving behind cold. “Nothing fucking matters. She had her boyfriend break me, then they took off, left me for the police to find. So she’s still dead to me. Nothing’s changed.”

Oh God.

I finally turn around to face him, and the pain in his eyes is heart-wrenching. “You’re here. That’s all what matters.”

“You can stop, you know?” He sits up, swings his legs off the couch. “Stop playing for a sec, stop pretending.”

He makes as if to get up, and I throw my arms around his neck. “I’m not playing. I’m happy you’re here. I’m so sorry for what happened to you in the past. You’re safe now.”

“Shit, I wish that was true,” he whispers, and I can’t take it anymore. I want to erase the pain from his gaze, from his mind, make sure he’s okay.

I kiss him. I cup his rough jaw and pull him to me. This boy isn’t mine, but God I wish he were.

He wraps a hand around the back of my head, deepens the kiss, and shit, I’d forgotten he was naked. Like, one hundred percent bare, and also still hard. As he hauls me onto his lap, my body reacts, my breasts tightening painfully, a throb starting between my legs.

“If you were my girlfriend,” he mutters against my lips, “the first thing we’d do on a Sunday morning would be to fuck.”

Chapter Fifteen

Seth

She kisses me. I don’t know why her eyes seem wet, or why she clutches me like I’m about to vanish into smoke. She doesn’t know my past, has barely scratched the surface. Fuck, if she knew…

So I kiss her back, needing the distraction, needing to forget myself in her sweet taste, her hot body. The body of the one girl I’ve ever truly wanted, and my dick hardens more when she presses her tits to my chest and her hands to my shoulders.

Oh yeah, baby. More.

I nip at her lower lip and try to decide how to do this. With her sitting like this, in my lap? Lay her down on the sofa like last night? Have her on all fours so I can play with other parts of her? Bend her over the sofa?

Shit, I have to bury myself in her, feel her around me. After tearing at the scabs in my mind, leaving each memory raw and bleeding, I need her.

Gotta lose myself in her. Can’t bear being inside my mind right now, but she shoves me back. Fuck. What if she doesn’t want it? What if last night wasn’t as great for her as it was for me?

Son of a bitch.

“Lie back,” she says breathlessly and shoves me again, a little poke on my pecs.

Her tits sway in front of me, dark nipples taut and tempting, as I let her push me onto my back. I don’t know what’s on her mind, but her soft mouth pulls into a pleased little smile and something softens in my chest, some hard shell I forgot was there.

Then her hand trails over my dick, and the thought fizzles out. Heat races to the root of my cock, enveloping my tight balls, and my hips jerk up, pushing into her grip.

“Fuck, I wanted…” I have to stop for breath as she slides her small fist up and down, shooting sparks of pleasure into my belly. “Wanted to be inside you when I come. Feel you coming around me.”

Her eyes widen at my words, and then darken. She leans over me, her hard nipples teasing my chest. My hard-on slides against the softness of her belly, leaving wet trails, the pleasure condensing into a hard ball of need in my gut.

“Show me,” she whispers, her lashes like black lace on her pale cheeks. “I want to know.”

“Know what?”