“Hold on. You’re going to just forget that he’s—I’ve killed these men?”
“Forget? No. But I understand why he did it, T. I’d do the same if given the opportunity. If it meant saving you from hurting, even from heartbreak, I’d use any excuse. Will feels the same.” Corvin takes my hands in his and starts rubbing his thumbs over my knuckles in a gentle, soothing caress.
“Heartbreak isn’t a legit excuse to murder someone.” I try to keep my voice calm, but he’s taking this a hell of a lot better than I expected and it’s thrown me for a loop.
“I—” I think about what he’s saying, and I realize he’s right. If the roles were reversed and I could save Corvin from hurting by allowing his crazy alter to dispose of anyone that poses such a threat, I’d do it because... “Um, I think I love you.”
“Holy whiplash. But thank fuck, because I love you too. I think I always have.”
“What about Will?”
“I kind of have a soft spot for him too.” Corvin smiles at me and I find myself wanting to melt into his arms where he can hold me, and I can feel safe.
Mine. All that matters is making him mine. Forever. The thought isn’t mine, well, not completely, and I realize that Will loves Corvin too.
“That’s good because I think he might love you just as much as I do.”
Corvin uses the grip he has on my hands to pull me from my chair, guiding me to straddle his lap. Leaning in until his lips as a breath away from mine, he whispers against them, “This might be inappropriate after the crazy conversation we’ve just had, but I really want to kiss you again.”
I lick my lips and nod in response, a moan escaping me as our mouths meet and I allow him to control the kiss.
Chapter Eleven
Corvin
I may be taking advantage of Tate’s frazzled state of mind at the moment, but the fact that he didn’t run away from the things Will has done, and instead chose to come to me, makes me hopeful for a future for the two of us… one I thought I’d lost when Stuart had chosen to pursue him so boldly.
This time when we kiss, Tate doesn’t freeze, and he doesn’t move away. He lets me control the pace, but he isn’t an inactive participant either. His hips roll over my lap creating a delicious friction against my hardening cock. It makes me want to carry him to the closest bed and strip him down until there’s nothing between us but sweat and skin.
The need for air forces me to break the kiss. “Tate. As much as I enjoy having you in my arms, you might want to slow down a bit before I can’t stop myself from doing something we can’t come back from.”
“I don’t want to slow down. I don’t want to stop. The realization that you and Will have been surreptitiously protecting me from any hurt life may throw my way; physical and otherwise, has opened my eyes to feelings I didn’t know I was hiding. Any sane person would run for help from the craziness that is in their mind and the best friend who helped, but I can’t help feeling extremely grateful that you love me enough to do whatever it takes to keep me happy and safe. So whatever you’re thinking of doing that we can’t come back from, I’m a hundred percent on board.”
I press my lips hard to his for a quick kiss and grip his ass in palms as I stand. Tate licks and sucks at my neck much like I imagined he would during my fantasy last night. It’s hard to find the will to pull away from him, even for only a few moments to strip the both of us down. Somehow I manage to get our clothes off and before either of us can second guess our actions I’m pressing his naked body into my mattress. The feel of Tate’s lean, hard muscles moving beneath me makes my already hard dick even harder as it slides alongside his.
“Fuck. Tate, I want you so much. I don’t know if I can wait any longer to be inside you.”
“Then don’t wait. Get inside me, Cor. Please. I need you.”
I move a hand between us, stroking my fingers over his cock and his balls, then slide them lower. I’m desperate to be inside him for the first time, but I don’t want to hurt him. Circling his hole with a finger, I tease him open and revel in the sexy sound that leaves his lips when I finally push inside.
“Why aren’t you inside me yet?”
I laugh at the mix of lust and irritation in his voice. “I don’t want to hurt you,” I tell him as I add another finger, and scissor them as I thrust them in and out, stretching him.
“You won’t. I’m ready. Please, Cor.” Tate arches his back and impales himself on my fingers and I take that to mean he is telling the truth and is ready for more than a fingerfuck.
Taking myself in hand, I press my cock to his hole and slowly slide inside an inch before stopping and leaning down to kiss Tate. My lips don’t leave his as I push fully inside and lift his legs, hooking them over my arms at the crook of my elbows. The kiss continues as I lose myself to fucking Tate, fast and hard, wishing I could slow down and commit every detail of this to memory. But Tate is as desperate as I am, and he rises up to meet my every thrust until I’m moaning into his mouth, and my approaching orgasm forces me deeper into his body. I feel the warm stickiness of his release coat both our stomachs as mine pulses out inside him.
I fall on top of Tate, then after a moment I roll us onto our sides, our bodies
