Page 97 of Phantom Faceoff
Our gazes collide, and the ecstasy etched into every line of his face as he buries himself inside me breaks down the last barrier I have.
Tears spring to my eyes and spill over, cheeks becoming an endless waterfall of overflowing emotion.
“I love you.” It’s a gasp because I’m drowning.
“I love you.” A please because I need this more than air.
“I love you.” Complete surrender.
He folds on top of me, mouth inches from mine, keeping the same excruciating pace that makes my body feel like it might combust.
“I’ve got you,” he says. “Let go.”
The moment his lips make contact with mine, his fist closes over my dick, and all it takes is one pump for me to pop like a champagne bottle.
He milks every drop from me, switching between squeezing my balls and stroking my dick until there’s nothing left.
No more walls between us.
Just two bodies.
Two souls.
Two hearts.
When Zander comes inside me, filling me with warmth, I hold him as long as our bodies will allow. Until his softening cock slips out, and his cum trickles out behind it.
He holds me close then, kissing along my neck, whispering sweet nothings in my ear that silences all of the noise in my head.
Everything but him.
Everything but us.
“I’ve never told anyone this,” I say as we lay in the aftermath, wound up in each other’s arms. “But some nights, when Mack would feel insecure or threatened, he’d sneak into my bed. It would start off with me comforting him, but would quickly transform into Mack insisting he needed a different kind of reassurance.”
Zander doesn’t say anything, but I feel his breathing tremble. He rubs a hand along my arm—soothing, comforting.
“He’d be rough. Would hold me down. Keep me quiet. He demanded I tell him how much I loved him. Over and over while he … abused me.”
Saying it out loud makes me feel just as disgusting as when it would happen, but being in Zander’s arms, I can feel it washing away.
“It was so bad that it gave me night terrors. Even now, almost four years since the last time he touched me, I still feel it some nights. I’ll be laying in bed, starting to doze off, and thensuddenly I can’t move. I hear him breathing in my ear, feel his weight on top of me … and all I can do is stay there and cry until the episode passes.”
“Oh my fuckinggod, I want to kill him.”
Despite the gravity of the confession, I smile. “Because of that, I have really bad insomnia. I always have a fan going, music playing, anything to distract me and busy my brain so maybe the attack won’t happen.”
Even Julian doesn’t know the cause of my sleep disturbances, doesn’t know why I lie awake some nights until the sun rises, and even then only let my eyes rest for a few moments at a time.
“I’ve never noticed,” Zander says, the wound in his voice crater sized and hollow.
“They haven’t happened with you.”
I was afraid the first night we spent together would end with him running for the hills, but when sleep took over and morning came all with no signs of Mack’s ghost, I knew there was no protecting my heart from finding solace with Zander Hale.
“What do I do if they do?”
It fills me with warmth how much he cares, how intense his words sound. His arm around me is almost too tight, but that somehow settles me more.
