Alis jerks back, absently picking at the label of his Coke bottle. “Any word, Dad?”
“The doctor is talking to Ryan and Carrie now.” He gestures toward the waiting room. “She’s alive.”
I nearly collapse, but Alis grips my bicep, hauling me back toward where Dad is. Dad and Carrie are both nodding like bobble heads as the doctor speaks. As soon as I join them, he circles back for me.
She’s alive.
She’ll be okay.
But…
“She has a long road to recovery ahead of her,” the doctor says with a worried frown. “It’d be in her best interest if she went to a rehab center. There’s only so much we can do in the ER. Make sure she’s stable and safe. The rest will be up to her and her family.”
“She’ll be taken care of,” Dad assures him. “I’ll make some calls in the morning.”
“Can we see her?” I ask, my voice husky and raw with emotion.
“Not tonight. It’s past visiting hours, and she’s sleeping. She’s already been moved to a room, though, so she’ll be able to get good rest for the night.”
“Thank you,” Dad says, shaking the doctor’s hand. “We’ll be back up here first thing in the morning.”
I don’t want to leave, but relief over her well-being floods through me, drowning me in sudden fatigue. I falter on my feet, and if it weren’t for Alis’s grip on my arm, I’d drop right to the floor.
“Come on,” Alis says. “Let’s go home.”
It’s nearly three in the morning by the time everyone goes to bed. Thunder rumbles close by, and the sky lights up in warning of an impending storm. Carrie is staying in the guest room downstairs until things get settled. I’m thankful Dad is taking care of her. Alis is taking care of me. The normally strong Voss kids aren’t so strong at all right now.
Once the lights go out in the house, and everyone is in bed, I drag my pillow into Alis’s room. We strip down to our underwear and climb into bed. I curl around him, needing his scent and touch consuming me. As soon as my bare skin presses against his, I’m not so sleepy anymore. The lightning outside flickers in through his window, highlighting his form every few seconds. His white-blond hair seems to illuminate as though he’s an ethereal night fae. I’m mesmerized by the pale curves of his shoulder and bicep. Gently, I stroke my finger over his flesh. His body shudders, and he sucks in a deep breath.
I want him.
No, I need him.
He must sense me before I pounce because he rolls onto his back as my body crashes against his. A whine escapes him, and I remember he’s still sore from getting his ass kicked. I’ll need to be gentler. My lips eagerly seek out his, hungry for his tongue and taste. A groan rumbles through me in unison with the thundering outside in the storm. I want to nip at his mouth all night long, grinding my cock against his because it feels good. Really fucking good. And after the day I’ve had, I’m craving something wonderful.
Like Wonderland.
“Alis,” I murmur against his lips. “I need inside you.”
He whimpers, lifting his hips to meet my anxious thrusts. “Yes.”
Not having to be told twice, I sit up on my knees. He turns onto his stomach and reaches into his bedside table. The lube gets tossed over to me. With eager hands, I yank off his red briefs and then slip out of my boxers. His pale ass almost glows in the moonlight as he humps the bed. I’m so fucking hard for him. My cock drips with sticky pre-cum, my need almost unbearable. Flipping off the cap on the lube, I douse my dick in lubricant and quickly slick up my shaft. He gasps when my slippery fingers find his crease. Easily, I find his puckered hole and push my fingertip inside of him.
“Ungh.” He shudders, pressing against my intrusion. “Canyon. Please.”
“Bare?”
“Fuck, yes.”
A smile twitches at my lips as I kneel between his thighs. He continues to hump the bed, his asshole squeezing my finger. Once I’ve inserted another and feel as though he’s ready, I pull them out. With one hand gripping my dick and the other on the bed, holding me up, I press the tip of my crown against his tight hole. A whine squeaks out of him as I slowly push into him.
Goddamn, he’s tight.
Stars glitter in the darkness as the pleasure of slowly sheathing myself inside him consumes me. He’s tense, clenching his ass cheeks together, which feels like fucking bliss.
Holy fuck.
I’m going to come.
I still my body, needing to get a hold of myself so I don’t come before my first real thrust. Once my crown fully breaches the constricted ring of muscles at his opening, his body sucks me inside. I fall against his back, sliding fully in quicker than I mean to.