Page 66 of On Your Knees

“Red still looks good on you.” I put the palm of my hand against his check, and he leans into it.

“You make me drunk on your words every time you talk. I needed space to process everything that is, well,you. To work out how this all works and how I fit in. You already have Ridge and Aspen, and she already has you both, and the same with Ridge. Where does that leave me?”

“In an Aspen and Zeland sandwich... and I can confirm being the meat is really fun.”

Arlo playfully slaps at my chest, and I catch his wrist with a grin. Then I hold it gently, like he’s something fragile, because he is and I’m the idiot who broke him.

“Okay, okay, I deserved that,” I say, still laughing, even though there’s a tight ache in my chest. “But in mydefense... No, actually, I have no defense. I was a cocky bastard with a brilliant plan but a terrible execution.”

He rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t pull away.

That’s something, and it’s more than I could ask for if I’m being honest with myself. “I’m sorry, Arlo. For all of it. For the masks, for the lies, for not seeing how much it would hurt you. If I could go back, I’d do it differently. Since I can’t, I am here begging you for a second chance to prove how much you mean to me.”

“Then show me.”

There is only one way I know how, so I grab his free hand in mine, pulling him down the street, and he rushes to keep up. When we get to Ridgeland, people turn and watch me drag him through the foyer and into my personal elevator. The doors slide shut behind us, and the second they do, I’m on him.

I slam Arlo’s back into the mirrored wall, and his breath hitches just before I catch his mouth with mine. It’s not gentle. It’s days and days of frustration and guilt all crashing into him at once. His hands clutch at my shirt, fingers curling into the material like he needs me as badly as I need him.

I bite at his bottom lip and swallow the soft gasp he gives me in return.

“Zeland,” he breathes, but I’m not done. Not even fucking close.

I spin him, pressing him face-first to the mirror. His cheek touches the glass, his reflection staring back at me, blushing and wide-eyed. My chest is flush to his back,one hand gripping his waist, while my other one rises slowly to slap the red stop button.

The elevator jerks to a halt.

I lean in, my lips brushing his ear as I growl, “I’ll show you just how much you mean to me.”

He doesn’t fight me when I undo his pants, or when I slide my hand beneath his boxers and touch the silky skin of his hard cock.

“This is going to be hard and fast, and you will walk into work knowing exactly how I feel. You will smile as you remember this while you sit in your office. Do you have any objections to having my cum in your ass all day?”

“Oh god, please claim me already,” he whines.

I let go of his cock and remove mine from my dress pants, spitting on my hand and using it as lube, as it’s the best we can do right now. I’m gentle as I pull him back, run the tip of my cock along his ass, and push into him. He moans as I inch my way in.

“Look how well you take me,” I growl, fisting his hair, forcing him to look up and see how good he looks in the mirror. “I’m going to fuck you, and when we get to my office, Aspen will be there waiting. Won’t she, Ridge?”

Arlo gasps. “Ridge is watching us?”

I laugh. “He’s always watching what is his. Just because he doesn’t want to fuck you, sweetheart, doesn’t mean you’re not his too.”

“Fuck,” he whimpers as I thrust into him, forcing him to keep his head tilted up the entire time. His panting breaths fog the mirror, and his fingers splay againstthe glass like he needs something to hold on to. I run my free hand slowly down his back, making him shiver. God, he feels so good—so mine.

I press closer, my hips pumping harder with each breath. Every sound he makes goes straight to my head and I can’t stop touching him.

I slide a hand beneath his shirt, dragging my fingers along the soft skin of his stomach. He arches into my touch, and I can feel the tension in his muscles.

“I’ve thought about this... about you. Every damn night. Do you know what it did to me? Wanting you, and not being able to have you?”

He gasps as my hands roam lower. The way he melts against me, the way his body trusts me even when his mind might not.

It undoes me.

I explode in his ass, making him mine. I want every inch of him to know he matters.

Carefully, I pull out, and he whimpers as I tuck his cock back in his pants before I do the same to mine.

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