Page 23 of Festive Fugitive
More than Eli can imagine.
Everything.
My whole life.
Loyalty.
The muscles in my face twitch, and I shrug. “I know this isn’t normal. But now he’s gone, and you are here—” I swallow, moving my gaze up his chest. “I was raised in his household. I didn’t really have any parents,” I add, hoping it would clear things up for Eli without forcing me to say in what capacity I worked for Sullivan, or how he obtained my services.
“I’m so sorry, Cesar.”
His touch, while cold, soothes the storm in my heart, and I find myself drowning in the softness of his big gray eyes. Something’s off. He and I might have only just met, but recognizing patterns has always been a part of my job, and he can’t hide the shift in his mood this time. “What is it?”
Eli swallows and won’t look up any more. “Is this why you… had sex with me? As like… a reward for what I did?” I spot a tear sliding down his cheek again, and I need to put out this new fire fast. Seems my Eli has some self-esteem issues that go deeper than I could have imagined.
“No!” I blurt out, cupping his face. It’s hot to the touch yet soft and sweet like a warm marshmallow. “You’re amazing. So tall, and slender, and you have that sexy low voice,” I tell him, swallowing when I run out of breath. “You’re so funny, always talking before you think, and your smell makes my cock so hard I wish I could rubmyself all over you. I want to have you. And protect you. And I want to fuck you every day, not just on Fridays.”
I’m relieved that I must have said the right thing when a little smile appears on his lips. “You don’t mind that I’m gray? Doesn’t feel like fucking an old man in a young man’s body, like some kind of messed-up Benjamin Button situation?”
How can I not laugh?
It bursts out of my mouth, and soon I’m shaking with the need to shed tears. “Don’t be ridiculous. Your hair is like silver and gunmetal. It’s beautiful,” I say and pull him into a deep kiss.
How is this happening?
What are the odds that in a world so full of Sullivans and those who want to be them, I happen to end up with someone who’s anything but that. All sweetness. Not even a drop of bitterness.
I love seeing his smile widen and promise myself to be more attentive so he never loses that spark. Even his fingers are getting warmer.
“Or like a very hot pigeon?”
“I don’t fuck pigeons,” I say, and when the air around us sparks, my hands dive between his thighs and open them in a motion so delicious, I find myself salivating. “But I want you, and you did say I can have you anytime. If you let me, I will protect you, and make sure you’re happy,” I whisper, trying to rein in the intense emotion buzzing in my chest.
Our gazes are locked as Eli leans back, letting me spread his legs as wide as I wish to.
“And you’ll be my boyfriend?” he whispers, not even blinking as he watches me.
I’m already so much more than that. There’s no word for it.
My own breath scalds my insides as I look back. “I’ll beyours. And you will be mine. Only mine. Every day. Whenever I want.”
He likes that. I can see it in the way his eyes glaze over, how he nods, and how he spreads his thighs in silent invitation.
Chapter 10
Eli
Icanhardlybelievethis emotional rollercoaster I’m on. First, I had a lovely morning, then I wound myself up in a twist by misinterpreting Cesar’s words, and now we’re back to touching and kissing, my attraction to him even stronger than before.
He’s so… set on me. It both calms me down and turns me on. I don’t have to overthink the sex either, because he means what he says, so unlike my past boyfriends who played games with my heart.
Why else would he be risking everything for me?
Spencer didn’t bother to do my part of the house chores when I broke my leg, and here is my dark prince, carrying me around as if I’m made of spun sugar, saving me from a lifetime behind bars—
Every muscle in my body relaxes when Cesar pulls my ass to the edge of the seat and presses the lower half ofhis face to my crotch, breathing me in through the fabric. His eyes roll back, as if getting high on my scent, then he pulls on my bottoms, revealing that I’m not wearing anything underneath.
“Good thing I got you some underwear,” Cesar breathes, tossing my pants and boots aside.
