Page 29 of Kiss Me Honey Hone

Aaron chuckled. “So, yeah, we’resexually active. But he’s been pestering to top me for months. Sorta thinks he’s entitled, y’know?”

A pause. Kenny’s gaze was analytical, but soft, considering. And very clearly calculating how far he could go, what was appropriate to ask, and what he had no business wanting to know.

Aaron watched him in silence, letting it hang.

Hecouldsay it. Spell it out. Give Kenny the clarity he was clearly dying for but too professional—or too afraid—to ask. He could just tell him,yeah, I’m a bottom. This wasn’t some power play with Taylor. It wasn’t about wanting control. It was about trust. Safety. About giving up something that had once been taken without permission.

But he didn’t say that.

He liked watching Kenny squirm. Seeing that criminal psych brain glitch between curiosity and caution, professionalism and something way more personal. But the question was there. Right on the tip of his tongue, tangled with restraint and hunger.

So Aaron leaned back in his chair, and waited.

Because if Kenny wanted to know what he was like in bed, he could either guess…or find out.

“So, yeah,” Aaron said, after the silence got all too much, “either Taylor got tired of waiting for me to cave and asked his housemates to help dull the edges. Or they did it for themselves. Either to do him a favour or so they could brag how they got my arse first.”

He didn’t flinch when he said it. But it cracked down the middle anyway. The weight of it. The accusation. The truth. And he watched Kenny take it in. Not just the words, but everything buried beneath them. The way Aaron said it without blinking. As if it wasn’t new. Wasn’t the first time someone had treated him like a conquest rather than a person.

Because it wasn’t.

And Aaron could almost see the thoughts and questions swirling around in Kenny’s head like some matrix. He had many. Aaron wasn’t sure he wanted to answer them.

At least he started with an easy one. “How did you know you’d been roofied?”

“Cause I know myself. Know my limits. Rarely drink to excess because when I do, shit happens.” He held out his arms. “Case in point.”

Kenny waited, expecting more.

Of course, he knows there’s more.

“It’s happened before.” Aaron set the other half of the sandwich down on the plate as if it was suddenly too heavy to hold. Like the memory was. “Ironically, the reason I don’t give my arse over easily.”

“Jesus, Aaron.” Kenny scraped a hand over his face. “When?”

“When I was sixteen. Actually, fifteen. Bloke thought I was sixteen. No excuse for fucking me while I was unconscious though. Nor for not being gentle about it.” Aaron chewed on his lip. “Thought you already knew that?”

“How would Iknow that?”

“I talked about it in therapy. With Dr Riley.”

Kenny rubbed his forehead. “I don’t get notes on those sessions.”

“No?”

“No!”

“Oh. Thought you did.” Aaron ate the other half of his sandwich.

“I getdiagnoses. Suggestions on what we can do to support you.”

“Oh.” Aaron swallowed the last of the sandwich. “Probably a couple of sessions that were a waste of time then.”

“Which ones?”

“Never you mind. You had your chance.” Aaron wiped his hands down his trousers. “Honestly, though, didn’t think Taylor and his wet lettuce crew had the guts to spike me.”

“Everyone has it in them for the right motivation.”

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