Page 39 of Winter Ends
“He’s why you keep freaking out, right? I don’t know about you, but that sort of makes it my business. You collapsed the last time he called.”
Daniel squared his shoulders, casting a glare my way. “You have no way of knowing that’s what happened.”
“I can look at your call record. I bet you anything, there’d be a missed call from a one-eight hundred number right before it happened.”
He deflated then, his shoulders dropping. Daniel looked so lost as he wrapped his arms around himself and looked around the landscape. Holy fuck, it was freezing, but I needed him to understand that I wanted to be there for him with this.
“I never...” he swallowed before he continued. “I never asked you to care. Please, just leave this one alone.”
Before my balls could freeze off, I grabbed his arm and hauled his ass back inside.
Once the door was closed behind us, I caged him in against it, one arm resting on either side of his head. Daniel blinked at me as I continued to stare at him, thinking of the right words to say.
“Here’s the thing. The second you opened up to me and told me what that asshole did, that he made you feel like an idiot for being yourself? I became involved. I care, even if you don’t want me to.”
Daniel huffed and rolled his eyes. Nope. Not having any of that. I grabbed his chin and forced him to look at me.
“Don’t you get it? The second you crawled into my bed, you became mine. I take care of what’s mine.”
Something akin to heat flashed behind Daniel’s irises, and my mouth crashed down on his. He whimpered at the contact, but his arms wound around my waist, infusing me with warmth on my still cool skin.
His mouth opened for my tongue, and we kissed there against the door until we were breathless. He hooked his leg over my hipand ground the hard ridge of his cock against my thigh, dragging a delicious groan from deep in his chest. I soaked up the taste of his pleasure.
Daniel’s eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide with lust when we parted. His lips were puffy and saliva slick, but it didn’t stop him from swiping his tongue across them to collect the moisture. He would be my complete undoing. Temptation at its finest.
“Fuck me.”
The words filled the void around us, and I continued to stare at the man panting in front of me. He rolled his hips again to drive home his point. “You say I’m yours, then fucking prove it. Own me. Fuck me within an inch of my sanity. Do it, Shawn. I want it to be you.”
Chapter 25
Daniel
Holy sweet fucking Jesus.
I’d really just asked him to fuck me. When Shawn still didn’t move, my heart rate only escalated more. At that point, the damn organ was bound to beat right out of my chest. He needed to say something before I panicked and took it all back.
But damn.
Never had someone ever laid claim on me like that. Was I still pissed that he’d answered Art’s phone call? Angry was an understatement, but it didn’t stop the desire that pumped through my bloodstream at the way he called me his.
We could deal with the ramifications of everything else later.
“You’re sure.”
Goddamn. If he didn’t fucking carry me to a bed in the next point five seconds, I was going to change my mind. Instead of an actual answer, I settled for rolling my hips a few more times, dragging my dick along his thigh, moaning at the friction.
That seemed to get the response I wanted and fuck if it wasn’t sexy to be lifted over someone’s shoulder and hauled off to a bedroom. I admired the view of his back muscles that tapereddown to his ass, covered by those damn sweatpants. I wanted them off. If Shawn spent the rest of the time naked, I wouldn’t complain. What a wild thought.
I bounced as I was tossed onto the mattress, and I finally got my wish as Shawn forcefully pulled his pants and underwear down his hips. He didn’t seem at all ashamed to be nude in front of me while I was still fully clothed, though I intended to fix that. My hands shook with excitement as I lifted my hoodie over my head.
This was really happening. I was finally going to experience everything I’d wanted, and I’d been brave enough to ask for it. Not only had I asked, I’d demanded. To be able to do that and not be made to feel stupid was so freeing.
Shawn pulled at my pants, and I lifted my ass from the bed to help him. The material got caught around my shoes, but I kicked them off.
And then there we were. Two men. Naked. Ready to fall into each other, and for the first time in my life, I wasn’t absolutely terrified. I should have been. This was Shawn, after all. But now I knew I could trust him.
“I need to make sure you really know what you’re asking for.”
