Chapter 26 #2
I cant’ help but laugh at his indignant face. “You had broken ribs and second-degree burns, and then we were helping Salem and Nora settle in.”
Arlo waves a hand in the air. “Just stuff.”
“Pretty important stuff, wouldn’t you agree?” I raise an eyebrow.
He rolls his eyes. “Yes. Very important stuff.”
He still hasn’t moved closer to me. I might be worried about that if his cock wasn’t hard and starting to glisten at the tip. My baby boy wants me as much as I want him. He also wants to play this game, though, so I will too.
Slipping my hands into my pockets, I take a step back. “Suit yourself. I’ve gone without it this long. I can go a little bit longer.”
He sputters as he rushes toward me. “Ain’t no fucking way. Get undressed.”
“Oh, now he wants to be demanding?”
Batting his lashes at me, he pouts. “Please get undressed.”
He’s close now. Close enough that I can see the way the light reflects off his mismatched eyes.
“Oh.” I grip the hem of my shirt, studying him. “You want me to get undressed, baby boy?”
He licks his lips. “I just said that, yeah.”
“And what are you gonna do when I’m naked?”
Stepping closer, he hooks his finger on the waistband of my jeans. His proximity makes my blood thrum, but I can’t give it away. I love our games and back-and-forth, and I’ll be damned if I let this little tease win.
“I was thinking you could bend me over and fuck my brains out.”
My cock jerks against the confines of my jeans, noticeable enough that Arlo’s eyes fall to it.
“You like that idea?” He grips my cock through my pants, stroking me.
“I think you like that idea,” I say, though it comes out more breathy than I’d like.
“Mmm,” Arlo hums. “Don’t you miss it? The way my hole feels around your cock. How it feels to pump me full of your cum? Don’t you miss watching it drip down the backs of my thighs?”
A groan echoes in my throat, and Arlo’s eyes light up in triumph. Little shit. “Yes. You know I do. Now, the real question is, can you be good and quiet so you don’t wake the kids up?”
Arlo’s eyes shoot to mine. “I can. Can you?”
I can damn well try.
Dipping down, I hook Arlo under his thighs and lift him, tossing him onto the bed.
He lands with a slight bounce and a giggle. I barely give him time to settle before I’m stripping my clothes off and climbing over him.
“If I hurt you, you have to tell me, Arlo,” I say, settling my weight on him and brushing my nose over his.
“You won’t hurt me. My ribs are fine. I’m fine. Don’t you dare handle me with kid gloves. Fuck me like you mean it.”
I nuzzle his nose again. “And if I don’t?”
“I’ll cry. Make ya feel real bad.”
I can’t help but laugh. “I bet you would.” Nudging his head to the side, I drag my lips over his thundering pulse point. “I bet you’d use every tool in that toolbox of yours to make me miserable.”
The only response I get is a breathy moan.
Shaking my head with a grin, I latch onto the side of Arlo’s throat, sucking a bruise into his skin.
I’ve never left visible marks on him before. Not once. It was too much. Too exposing. Someone would have seen and pointed it out. Now I have no such reservations.
A thought hits me so abruptly that it nearly steals my breath. I pull back, staring down at Arlo’s beautiful face. “It’s been over a year.”
His eyes open, his eyebrows draw together. “What do you mean?”
“We’ve been together for a year.”
He cocks his head. “I’d hardly call it together.”
My heart slams against my rib cage. “Arlo…” Leaning forward, I kiss his nose, then his mouth. “I have loved you from damn near the start. Fuck, I think I was half gone for you before I ever even touched your body. Give me this, baby boy.”
Inhaling sharply, Arlo nods. “Happy belated anniversary, I guess. Next year, we’ll make it more special.”
That makes me laugh. “Every day is special with you.”
His face softens. “I agree.”
“If it’s all the same to you, I’m gonna go back to marking you up now.”
Without a word, Arlo tilts his head to the side, his eyes falling shut. “Yes, please.”
I dive down, peppering his throat with kisses, nibbling and sucking on the tender skin until his breathing is ragged, and he’s thrusting up against me, his cock leaking on my skin.
“Jesus, I need you to fuck me. It’s been too long.”
He’s so fucking right.
God, I’ve missed this. Him. I’ve missed him. Everything has been a fucking whirlwind since the fire. Between his injuries and the home visit and the kids, it’s all just been so much.
But goddamn, my baby boy needs me, and I sure as fuck need him, and I definitely don’t plan on making him wait any longer.
Raising off him, I grip his hip, rolling him onto his stomach.
A loud moan bursts from him, and he tilts his hips back, lifting his ass into the air.
“Shh, baby boy. It’s not just us anymore.”
He whimpers, nodding slightly. “I know. I’m trying.”
I run my fingertips down his spine, smiling when he shivers. “I thought you said you could be quiet.”
“I can, but you can’t manhandle me like that. It’s hot, and you know it.”
I press my lips to the top of his spine, dragging them down slowly, and when I reach the small of his back, I pause.
Arlo’s still, his body taut and ready.
Moving between his legs, I lie on my stomach, then grip his hips and jerk him down the bed until his ass is right in my face.