Chapter 40

Shawn

I couldn’t let this happen. Daniel marched from the room, but I was hot on his heels. We needed to talk about this. He needed help, and not just from me or from Chase. If he wouldn’t let his parents help him, this was a lost cause, but he needed to talk to someone. Trauma was a bitch. I didn’t know a ton about it, but I’d learned some things.

“Babe.”

He stopped again. Would he flip his shit at the pet name again? When Daniel didn’t turn around, I pushed my luck, and wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my chin on his shoulder. “You have every right to be frustrated, but I’m not going to let you just walk away. I take care of what’s mine. Didn’t I tell you that?” He shivered in my hold.

“Shawn? I’m just—I’m just not used to it. You have to understand—”

“I do understand, and I really am sorry if I overstepped. I want you to get used to me. Let me be there for you, let me love on you, let me protect you.”

My throat tried to close around the words, but I was able to say them without giving away my true feelings; not completely, anyway. How long would he let me get away with that? It was all too fast, anyway.

“You just want into my pants.”

I snorted a laugh, placing a kiss against his neck. “I mean, sure, the sex is amazing, but you need to know that’s not what this is all about.”

Daniel turned in my hold. “Then what is it about, Shawn? We went from hating each other to fucking like bunnies. Excuse me if I doubt your intentions a little?”

I nodded. That was the truth. We’d spent a shit ton of time in bed, but we’d also told each other a lot of things we’d never told anyone else. He knew more about my situation with my parents than I’d ever let on. Most everyone assumed I was a spoiled brat who got away with everything, which was a fair assessment, but I also craved an actual connection with them. And with him, I knew the entire story of Art and Tilly.

“You trust me.”

“Questionable.”

I rolled my hips into him, letting him feel the hard ridge of my growing erection. Was it wrong to be aroused at a time like this? It was probably wrong, but I couldn’t help but press myself against the man I was addicted to.

“If you didn’t, you wouldn’t let me own your ass. Fuck you bare, mark you as mine whenever I’m inside of you.”

There was that shiver again, accompanied by the answering twitch of his cock.

“That’s not playing fair.”

“Are you sure about that?” My hips rocked once more, making him gasp and clutch onto me harder. “I think the basis for any good relationship is good chemistry, wouldn’t you think? Compatible in bed, compatible in everything else?”

He laughed, shoving my shoulder. “That was cheesy.”

It was, but I finally let him go now that I was more sure that he wouldn’t bolt out my front door.

“I’m serious, though, babe. Talk to your parents. If you won’t let me help with some kind of therapy, it might be worth it to see if it’s something they can help with. They could probably benefit from it as well.”

I was pushing my luck, bringing it up again after getting him to relax again, but thankfully, he didn’t go back to where we’d started this conversation. His shoulders drooped in defeat before he looked at me. “I get it. I do. It’s scary to tell them everything.”

My arm wrapped around him again, pulling him back to the bedroom, and once we were there, I unbuttoned his work shirt. I wanted to see the skin I craved to touch. He was so damn addicting and while sex hadn’t originally been on my mind, the more of him I saw, the harder it was not to be distracted by the prospect. There was the reminder that I’d told his mom we’d call them back, but maybe if I helped him take the edge off first, things would go a little more smoothly.

I pushed Daniel back to the bed. He grinned as I crawled to him on the floor and settled between his splayed legs. My fingers pulled at his belt, opening it, and pulling his fly open. Once his pants and underwear were shoved below his ass, I stared at the gorgeous cock that was on display in front of me. My mouth watered. God, Daniel Morgan was fucking gorgeous. A King.

My lips wrapped around the weeping tip of his dick, tongue trailing through the slit to gather the pre-cum and savor the taste of him. My eyes rolled back at the taste of him. He was so sweet and musky. I loved everything about this man. I hadn’t lied when I’d told my father that the thought he could easily walk away and take pieces of me with him terrified me. He’d take the largest and most important. The part I’d never handed over to anyone. Daniel Morgan owned my heart, and he’d managed to steal it within the week we’d spent getting to know each other on the most intimate of levels.

I sank lower on his length, increasing my suction as I went. He was warm and heavy in my mouth. Daniel’s little groans of pleasure were music to my ears, and I wanted to keep driving them from his throat. My fingers found his balls, rolling them as I sucked and teased him with my mouth.

His hips lifted from the bed, thrusting softly at first before he gave up all pretenses of control. I loved when he let loose and took what he wanted. His cockhead stabbed at the back of my throat with each thrust and I fought the urge to gag. My own dick ached between my legs, but this had been about him and not me. If I wanted him to believe that I wanted to take care of him, this was how I proved it. It was the only way I knew how.

Incoherent little babbles fell from his lips as he kept his consistent rhythm. My hands slid along the sweat-slick skin of his thighs as his muscles contracted with his efforts. If I’d learned anything by the sounds he made, he was close. I could feel it in the way his body tensed and see it in the way his eyes slammed closed.

That first spray of salty cum at the back of my throat was a shock, but I held on, sucking more enthusiastically to catch every last drop. The sweet taste of him fulfilling a craving I’d had all day. I could survive on his taste alone. Forget food.

“Oh, fuck. Shawn.” He collapsed against the mattress as I slid up his body. When he reached for the waistband of my pants, I captured his hand. “What about you? That has to hurt.”

“What about me? What if I wanted to take care of you? Can’t it just be about that?”

Those brown eyes stared at me. They were so fucking wide in shock and disbelief. One day, he’d believe that not everyone was selfish and maybe this was how we started.

“Yeah. Okay. What if I really want to return the favor, though?”

I laughed, shoving him backward, shoving my tongue between his lips in a deep and possessive kiss. I was more than aware he could taste himself, and that alone sent a thrill through me. He groaned against the intrusion, once again trying to push his hand into my pants, but I wouldn’t let him.

“I appreciate that you want to, but I’m good.”

The pout on his face was so fucking adorable it was almost enough to cave, but tonight had been emotional. There was still a phone call that needed to be made before it got too much later. He was finally relaxed enough to tackle it. Maybe.

When I slid off of him and reached for the phone that I’d placed on the nightstand, it was enough to deflate the mood. Daniel let out a deep sigh as he sat up and pulled his underwear back up, tucking his dick back in. He kicked his pants the rest of the way off before settling back against the pillows and staring at the screen.

“How do I even start that conversation?”

I shrugged. “However, you feel comfortable starting it.”

He glared. “I don’t want to have it at all.”

None of it would be easy. I crawled onto the bed next to him, draping an arm over his shoulder. “I get it, but they can’t help if they don’t know.”

Daniel took a deep breath, looking at the screen again. He tapped the screen until it illuminated and then scrolled to his mom’s contact. His thumb hovered for a moment before he pressed it and brought the phone to his ear. So much worry filled his eyes as he sat and waited.