Page 34 of Last One Standing (Saint Brothers #5)

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

ANGEL

Seeing Kona, naked on my bed and wanting me, was like a fantasy come to life. Sure, we’d done some things, but nothing like what I believed was about to happen tonight.

I’d learned a lot from Aziza, and one thing she’d taught me was that not all SA victims were the same.

Some ended up abhorring sex, never wanting to be touched ever again.

Others craved it, searching for a connection to make it all make sense.

She said she’d worked with quite a few patients who compartmentalized; they didn’t blame the act of sex—but rather, the person.

This sometimes made patients either dislike a certain type of sex, not want touch, crave touch…

point was, you couldn’t lump all SA survivors into one basket.

And yeah, I liked to call them survivors.

“You just going to stare at me, or are you maybe going to get that sexy-as-sin body in here next to me?” Kona bit his lip, his leg bent. He was tantalizing.

“I rather like looking at you.” I sidled up beside him, and he rolled on his side to face me.

“Touching me is even a sweeter treat.”

Gently, I caressed his shoulder and down his arm. He lifted his hand, letting mine fall onto his hip. His fingers lightly scratched my cheek and chin.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, Kona, but you have to tell me what that is. You say ‘anything,’ but I’m not taking something from you you’re not willing to give.”

He smiled. “I know that. It’s why I want to give you everything.”

I swallowed nervously. I didn’t want to hurt him, and I’d actually done some research on the best positions to have sex with someone who had cracked or bruised ribs. Although I hadn’t been expecting this to happen, my curiosity had gotten the better of me, and I’d googled.

“We’ll go slow. If anything I do hurts, tell me and I’ll stop.”

Kona’s expression became serious. “I trust you, Angel.”

Hearing that from Kona was a gift. Trust wasn’t something easily earned, harder for those who’d had it shattered to pieces.

I leaned in and kissed him, savoring his taste, welcoming his tongue as it dipped into my mouth. We kissed for minutes until my lips tingled. Our hands and fingers danced over our quickly heating skin. Our hard cocks rubbed up and down, slick with our precome.

“More,” Kona whispered against my lips.

I broke apart briefly to grab the lube in my nightstand. “Do you want to fuck me, or…”

Kona’s eyes widened. “Do you like bottoming?”

I grimaced. “It’s not my favorite. I’ve done it.”

Kona smirked. “Well, I hate topping. I appreciate you offering, but I think we’re good if you get that big, beautiful dick in me.”

I nodded and poured some lube on my fingers. Kona hooked his leg over my hip so I could reach his hole. Face-to-face was a perfect position for this; it wouldn’t hurt him, and I’d get to see every emotion.

“ Mmm ,” he hummed when I brushed his tight pucker.

His head arched back, and he moaned as soon as I pushed my finger inside. Leaning down, I licked into his mouth, devouring his moans as I tenderly worked him open.

“Angel,” he whimpered and ground his cock along mine, chasing his orgasm.

I moved away, only to get a condom, but he grabbed on to me as if I were about to run away.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

He watched, breathing heavily as I opened the wrapper. I was negative, and the tests I’d done on Kona when I’d taken his blood upon arriving showed he was too, but some things took a while to pop up and until then, this was how we were doing it. He didn’t argue, which I was grateful for.

Once I had the condom on, I returned to his delicious hole. My finger slid right in followed by another, and another. I was finger-fucking him as gently as I could, listening to his begging and loving it.

“More, Angel, I need you to fuck me.”

“I got you.” I lifted his leg higher on my hip, and angled my cock to his hole.

“You won’t break me.” He smiled and kissed me.

He trusted me, and I had to trust him to tell me if anything I did hurt him. So, I did. Slowly I pushed in. His eyes rolled in pure ecstasy spurred me on to keep going. He felt amazing, tight, hot, he squeezed my dick perfectly.

Once he was full of me, he released the most blissed-out sigh I’d ever heard. His neck exposed, I licked across his Adam’s apple, nibbling his skin, kissing his flesh as I pumped in and out of him.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Kona chanted as his nails dug into my flesh and he met my thrusts.

I was so lost in his touch, smell, feel. I wrapped my arms around him until even a piece of paper couldn’t fit between us. He moaned into my mouth, and I ate it up.

His hole gripped my cock, and he sprayed against my stomach…and fuck, that was all I needed. I screwed my eyes shut as I came inside him, my breath caught in my throat as emotion and ecstasy poured through me.

We stayed entangled, catching our breaths, waiting for our heartbeats to steady. If it wasn’t for the fact that we’d be cemented together, I’d stay like this till morning. But eventually, I moved away and slipped out of him.

“Stay.” I pecked his lips and got up to dispose of the condom and get a washcloth.

When I returned, Kona was lying on his back with his arm covering his eyes and his shoulders shaking.

I rushed over to him. “Kona, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

He shook his head as a sob shook him and I wanted to gather him in my arms and take it all away, but then he spoke.

“It never felt like that.”

I carefully wiped his stomach and across his ribs. He dropped his arm, and even his bloodshot eyes were pretty.

“Thank you, Angel.”

I tossed the washcloth to the floor haphazardly and hovered above him. “You never have to thank me for something that should always feel good.”

His smile was small but there. “Thank you anyway.”

I kissed his forehead. “I’ll never hurt you, Kona.”

He nodded, a tear slipping from his eye. “I know.”

We settled in my bed, Kona on his side with his head on my chest, blankets cocooning us. We didn’t talk much and as awkward as that could be, it wasn’t with him. His breath coasted over my skin, and soon everything evened out and he was asleep.

It wasn’t until right this second that I understood why Two and I could never have worked.

Granted, he wasn’t gay, but we were chasing completely different things, running toward our own purposes that didn’t involve each other.

Kona was running to me, and I was waiting for him.

Kona was what I had been searching for, and nothing was going to take him from me.

I’d burn the world down to keep him safe.