Page 100 of Lost Boy
“Okay,” he murmurs back, nuzzling his nose into the crook of my neck. “You smell good.”
I chuckle, continuing up the stairs and straight to my bathroom. I set him on the white marble countertop and flip the shower on, letting the room fill with steam.
I turn around and stare at his sexy little self sitting by the sink, his blue and black hair hanging in his face. An intense energy exists between us, vibrating against my skin and making my heart pound when he looks at me with that half-lidded stare that’s only for me.
The tension is palpable. I stalk toward him, cradling his face and kissing him deeply. I coax his tongue out, stroking it with my own and caressing the soft skin of his cheeks with my thumbs.
I break the kiss, both of our chests heaving.
With our foreheads pressed together, he meets my gaze. His breath fans against my lips, teasing and tempting me.I need him.I need him so fucking bad I can’t even suppress my feelings any longer.
“I love you,” I whisper against his mouth softly. Barely audible over the shower behind me.
He doesn’t move a muscle. Doesn’t react. But I know he heard me.
“You can’t.”
I pull back, staring at his expressionless face. “Why not?”
“I don’t deserve your love. Or any love,” he mumbles the last part. Whatever he’s talking about, I know it has to do with his parents abandoning him somehow, and it breaks my heart. But I know that it fucking feels like shit.
“You do deserve it. And you have it. The whole family’s too, including Georgie. Everyone loves you. So whatever you’re thinking, or whoever’s making you think these things, they’re in the past. My family and I are your people now. Your future.Your family.Okay?”
“Okay,” he agrees reluctantly, looking down and picking at his nails. But I need to make sure he heard me.
I put a finger under his chin and lift his face to mine. “I want you to hear it again. So you can start to believe it. ’Cause it’s not changing anytime soon.I love you.I love you so fucking much, Fallon Rivers. And I’m ready for the whole world to know it. I can’t hide it. It’s who I am. You’re built into mysoul.”
“Ryder. . .” he whimpers, his chin quivering as he glances to the side.
It’s too much for him. I know it is. He can barely process it, let alone reciprocate.
“Come here, baby.” I pull him into my chest, banding my arms around him tightly. “You don’t need to respond right now. Just try to let it sink in, yeah?”
He nods into my shoulder, and I realize that’s all I’m going to get right now.
“Shower?”
He nods again, and I help him undress, slipping his hoodie and T-shirt off first. I step back and admire his slim frame and his flawless pale skin. Fuck, he’s sexy.
“Hop down.”
I wrap my long fingers around his waist and help him off the counter. I trail a soft touch down to his jeans and flick the button open. I slowly pull the zipper down, dragging the moment out and teasing us both.
I crouch before him and tug them down with his boxers. His cock bobs free, already pink and glistening with pre-cum. I lean forward and swipe my tongue over him before telling him to get in the shower.
I just had one, so I don’t need to get wet unless he wants me to.
“Need help?”
“No,” he murmurs, grabbing his cock at the base and squeezing. “Just kinda worked up, is all.”
I laugh loudly. “Well, hurry up then. And I can help you with that.”
I slip back into my bedroom, shedding my clothes on the way to the giant, oversized bean bag. I’ve been dreaming, or more like fantasizing, about fucking him on it. I plop down and fold my arms above my head, settling into the soft beans and getting comfortable.
Ten minutes later, Fallon emerges, his blue and black hair dripping down his bare chest and soaking into the towel around his waist. My dick fills rapidly as I take in the sight of my sexy, broody little boyfriend.
He reapplied his usual eyeliner but not the Chapstick.
