Page 106 of Fragments

He nods me over as he opens the bars. “Let’s go, 48. Hands where I can see them.”

I show him my hands, and he keeps his on his Glock while he brings me out into the row, closing the door behind me. I give Parker one last look, biting my lip.

“You kids have fun,” Parker says with a grin, and I have to contain my bouncing zeal. His eyes shift to the guard, and he rolls them, to which I chuckle.

Porter brings me down the row, to the very end, and I’m so excited I’m shivering.I hope I’m not interrupting anything…

I wanted this to be a surprise, so I didn’t tell Lex I was coming over. It’s not like I could shoot him a quick text…

I really hope he’s not, like, taking a shit or something. I guess it’s the risk you run for the prison pop-in.

We reach Lex’s cell, and relief washes over me, my heart thudding when I see him lying on his bunk, reading a book. He hears us right away, his face popping out from behind the book, face immediately swept up in surprise and confusion.

Ugh. He’s so fucking cute, I can’t stand it. I just wanna kiss his cheeks and squeeze his butt.

Porter opens the cell and shoves me inside. “I’ll be back before my shift ends. I expect you up and ready to go at oh-five-hundred.”

“I don’t speak solider,” I murmur to him, though my eyes are stuck on Lex, sitting up in his bed with wide eyes.

Porter scoffs and leaves, slamming the door, muttering on his way out, “Pain in my fuckin ass…”

“What are you doing here?” Lex asks, climbing down from his bunk.

My brow furrows while I watch him. “Why don’t you sleep on the bottom? Toby’s gone…”

He stands in front of me, staring. “I like the top.”

My mouth swoops into a wicked grin. “Mm… promising.”

He looks even more confused, and I step over to the bottom bunk, taking a seat and patting the mattress. It takes him a second, but eventually he putters over and sits down next to me.

“I missed you, baby,” I whisper, turning to face him. His eyes get all blinky, and he clears his throat, gaze stuck on his lap. “I wanted to surprise you, so I bribed Porter into letting me stay over.”

His face snaps. “You’re staying the night?”

I can’t tell if he’s excited, or nervous, or both. But he’s definitely not angry, so that’s a good sign. Just a little hesitant, but I’d expect nothing less from my sweet virgin daiquiri.

Nodding, I inch closer to him, removing my supplies from my pants and setting them down by the pillow. His eyes flick. “What’s that?”

“Just some stuff I brought over,” I croon, fingers running along his shoulder while I lust over the sweet spot on his neck, behind his ear. I want to kiss itsobad, leave a few hickeys and bite marks on him like he did to me, unintentionally, I’m sure. “I’ve been thinking about you nonstop since the other night. You were sohot, Lex… You drive me fucking wild.”

“Ren, look…” he rumbles, breathy and hoarse already. “I’m worried about all this. I mean, you’re my friend. I don’t want to mess anything up…”

“We won’t.” I can’t take it anymore. Leaning in, I nuzzle the crook of his neck with my lips, toying with his earlobe. He shivers, a raspy whine escaping him. “It can just be casual… If that’s what you want.”

“I know, but I’m not sure…” His voice trails, and he pulls away from my merciless lips. “I still don’t really understand what happened that night. It was all kinda like a… blur.”

Locking my eyes on his, I observe the concern in them. I don’t want him to be confused anymore, which is why I devised this plan in the first place.

“I said I wanted to help you experiment,” I mumble. “And I do. You’re so young, and it’s not fair that you got locked away in here before you could even figure yourself out. I’d like to help. Will you let me…? Help you?”

Staring at him with raised brows, I await his inevitable questions. His throat dips before he asks, “How would you help me? What are you going to do?”

I nod at the items I brought over. “I’m going to be whatever you need, Lexington.”

His forehead lines as he reaches over, sifting through my stuff. His face is immediately flushing deep crimson, eyes bugging. He’s clearly stupefied, and I have to chuckle at how adorable he is.

“You’re going to… wear this?” he stammers, plucking some lace fabric between his fingers. “Why??”