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I shook my head, perching on the edge of his bed. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not really that messy. I might need a T-shirt or something to sleep in. I’d rather not sleep in a tight dress.”
Casper went to the dresser, digging through the top drawer. My gaze wandered around the room, taking in the details. Happy to be in his space. When my eyes landed on what appeared to be a noose sticking out from under his bed, I did a double take.
No, that was definitely a noose. The very sight of it sent a shockwave through me. Maybe it was none of my business. How could I not say something?
“Um, Casper? Is that a noose on the floor beside the bed? Should I be concerned?”
He whirled around with a T-shirt in one hand. Tossing it to me, he rounded the bed and gave the noose a kick, shoving it underneath.
“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.” He paused for a moment before his hands moved again. “Really. It’s nothing. Forget you ever saw it.”
His reaction wasn’t making me feel any better. Clutching the T-shirt he’d tossed to me, I swallowed hard. “I wish that I could, but I get the feeling there’s something you’re not telling me. Have you been having bad thoughts? You can talk to me. I won’t judge.”
Casper stood there, uncertainly staring at the spot under the bed where he kicked the twisted piece of rope. A slow sigh escaped him as he sank onto the edge of the bed next to me. He rubbed his forehead before signing.
“I’m not really going to do it. At least, I don’t think so. Sometimes I like to think about it though. Maybe that’s crazy. I can’t help it. It’s just been really hard, you know? Since the accident.”
We sat facing one another on his bed while he told me about how messed up the trauma from the accident had made him. How sometimes he liked to play out scenarios in his head. Ending it because he never should have been the only one to survive that wreck. When he got to the part about staring at himself in the mirror while holding a gun to his head, I had to choke back the emotional lump that formed in my throat.
I couldn’t help but feel my heart break for Casper. My eyes filled with tears that I furiously blinked away, not wanting him to mistake them for pity. A few times I struggled to understand his words, so he used the phone to type it out with more clarity. By the time he finished, I had tears streaking down my cheeks.
“Thank you for trusting me with that,” I said. “If you ever think you might take it too far, please tell someone. Anyone.”
Casper stared at the dark comforter on the bed, like he struggled to make eye contact after everything he’d shared. He didn’t look at me as he signed, “I know I’m messed up, but I hope it doesn’t scare you away.”
Pushing up onto my knees, I captured his face in my hands, making him meet my eyes. “I’m not afraid of you, Casper. I’m afraid for you.”
Driven by the emotion that gripped me, I pressed my lips to his. I needed him to know that he was safe with me. Safe to be honest with himself and with me. Safe to acknowledge the pain he’d carried inside for so many years.
He kissed me back, tender and sweet. With an inner need I felt resonating through his body. I could only imagine how much Casper held trapped inside himself. Unable to give these feelings a voice or an outlet.
Did the other Kings know about this? Did they have any idea that Casper so frequently contemplated death?
As the kiss deepened, Casper pulled me onto his lap. I held tight to him, hoping he felt how much I cared. From upstairscame the muffled sounds of Codie and Stray going at it. I could’ve gone my whole life without ever hearing that.
Without me needing to ask, Casper picked up the remote from the bed and turned on the television in an effort to drown them out. We both laughed then.
Peeling the blanket back, I nodded to the bed. “Cuddle with me? I feel like we could both use it right now.”
Casper stripped down to his boxer shorts, climbing under the blankets. After changing out of my dress and slipping into his T-shirt, I snuggled in beside him. While he stroked a hand through my hair, I rested my head on his chest. Even though the TV was on, I didn’t think either of us were paying much attention to it. Each lost in our own thoughts.
I’d never been so scared for someone. So worried. I’d never understand what Casper endured simply being here every day. However, I hoped he never changed his mind about staying.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CASPER
Falling asleep with Luna in my bed brought me a sense of peace I’d never known. I laid there for a long time, listening to her steady, even breathing. Finally, it lulled me to sleep. I’d never been so content.
Just when I thought it couldn’t possibly get better, I surfaced from the depths of slumber to the warm, wet sensation of her mouth on my cock. Was I still dreaming? To be sure, I pinched myself. Nope. Wide awake.
Luna firmly gripped the base of my cock with one hand. Slowly, she dragged her tongue along my shaft. Up the bottom to the sensitive head, teasing it with a flick of her tongue. Then down the other side.
I reached down to slide my fingers into her tangled hair. Holding on as she sucked me deep into her mouth. Goddamn, she was amazing. I loved the way it felt to have her mouth wrapped around me. Her tongue licking away the precum that welled up. Gradually, she increased her pace, bobbing up and down on my shaft.
After blinking the sleep out of my eyes, I took in the amazing visual before me. The way she looked on her knees, my cock in her hand while she drove me crazy. The sudden needto see my cum on her tongue hit hard. I’d never had the desire to claim anyone the way I wanted to claim Luna. In every way possible with every part of me.
As the pleasure mounted, I could no longer lie there and take it. Holding tight to her head, I thrust into her mouth. At first, she gagged as my cock slid down her throat. That only encouraged me.
