Page 165 of Dare To Fall

An orgasm slams into me out of nowhere, arching my back and tearing a scream from my lips. Eli doesn’t break his pace, his jaw tight, expression tense.

I let him use my body, until he finally stiffens and finds his release. Head thrown back and eyes closed, his whole body bows in what looks like pleasure and torture.

Dizzy, panting, I feel his cock pulse inside me, and I groan softly in response. It takes me a second to register that he is shaking.

I frown. “Eli?”

A sound comes from him, and when he lowers his head, his tear-filled eyes find mine. I watch as the beautiful, scarred boy in front of me, who’s still buried deep in my body, breaks into pieces. His weight sinks on top of me, and he buries his face against my breasts and weeps.

I gather him into my arms and kiss the top of his head. “I’m here. I have you. You can let go now.”

Eli doesn’t try to talk, he just cries. My heart aches, and I have to fight back the tears at seeing him so destroyed. I stroke his hair, his shoulder, back, whispering words of comfort. He clings to me as if I’m the only thing in the world stopping him from being completely swept away.

I’m not sure how much time passes before his sobs fade. The muscled body on top of me grows heavy, and finally, his breathing evens out. Glancing down at his pale face, I find his long black eyelashes resting against his cheeks, his face relaxed in sleep. I manage to grab the end of the spare blanket that we’ve dislodged and is now hanging off the bed. I pull it up, and drape it over us both, covering our bodies from the waist down.

He’s exhausted, and I’m not about to wake him. If I have to lay here the rest of the day holding him, I will.

I brush a lock of stray hair off his forehead and smile sadly down at him.

“I love you, Eli Travers. We may not have had a fairytale beginning, but you’re my monster, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He doesn’t stir or move. I watch him while he sleeps, glad I can bring him a slither of solace in his grief. If rough sex is what it takes to help him through this, then I’ll stay in his bed every night while he mourns.

Panic zips through me when there’s a tap at the door. I can’t move. Eli’s head barely covers my breasts, and the last thing I expected was we’d have company.

As It opens slowly, framing Elliot and Elena in the doorway.

Surprise ripples over Elliot’s expression when he sees me on the bed with his son asleep on top of me.

“Arabella, what are you doing?”

My cheeks burn with embarrassment, and I hug the boy in my arms tightly. “Giving him what he needs.”

My mother doesn’t seem surprised at all. “You’re together, aren’t you? It’s okay, sweetheart. You can tell us.”

I sweep my tongue over my lips. “Yes. We’re together.”

Elliot clears his throat, his shock passing quickly. “Your mother suspected something at Christmas and told me. After the way you two argued, I wasn’t sure myself.”

Feeling awkward with guilt, I squirm on the bed. “I’m sorry we didn’t tell you.”

He smiles. “You have nothing to be sorry about.”

“You’re not angry?”

“No, of course not. I’m just a little confused about how we got here from the bullying and hatred.”

Elena pats his arm gently. “I’m sure they’ll explain when things are a little better.”

Elliot nods. “Eli needs someone right now. He needs you, Arabella.”

My heart beats a little faster in my chest. “I’ll be whatever he needs me to be.”

“Let us know if there’s anything you need,” my mother whispers. “Or Eli.”

“Thank you.” I mouth, watching them slip back out of the room.

This is not how I imagined our parents finding out that we’re together.

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