Page 31 of Win You Over

Remington

A nger like nothing I’ve experienced before rages in my blood.

What kind of piece of shit does this to another human being? It was a premeditated attack, using his silence and his desire for friendship against him. I fucking hate them all. They’d better hope I never find out who they are.

I’d known something had happened to him.

I’d seen it in his eyes that night at the fight, when I had him pinned beneath me.

It’s why I asked if I could roll us over that day in the gym when we first kissed, because I wasn’t entirely sure what had scared him that night.

I had no idea it would be my touch on his wrists that would bring those awful memories to mind.

I’m mad at myself for not realising sooner.

I never want to be the cause of that frightened look in Holden’s eyes.

Squares of paper lie all around us as Holden sits on my lap, his eyes wet. I understand his reluctance to take off his clothing in front of me, but I also think what he fears he looks like is far worse in his mind than in reality.

He’s every bit as beautiful to me now as he was earlier – this changes nothing. If anything, my feelings for him have deepened, knowing just how fucking strong he is.

The unburnt skin on his torso is pale and smooth, contrasting against the mottled pink areas where the skin has healed into rough patches of scar tissue.

Sitting up, I slide my hands up his back until they reach his shoulders, then pull him forward and bring our foreheads together.

“Thank you for telling me.”

Holden sniffs, and I press a chaste kiss to his lips before trailing kisses along his jaw and down his neck.

“I’ll never hurt you, Holden.” I deliver the words against his warm, salty skin. I got carried away earlier and fucked up, putting him in that same position. I won’t do it again.

His body quivers when I suck his earlobe into my mouth, gently pulling the flesh between my teeth.

“Do you think I’m disgusting now?” His words are cracked and full of emotion, barely audible over the hum of the air conditioner, but I would hear them anywhere, so in tuned I’ve become to everything Holden Booker.

I pull back; the question sparking another bolt of anger in me – not at him, never at him – but at the people who put that insecurity in his mind.

I get it; I get how superficial people are, especially in our town where designer labels and perfect skin, teeth and hair are a benchmark for deciding someone’s worth, along with their last name and bank balance.

I couldn’t give a shit about any of that.

“You’re stunning, Holden.”

A blush turns his cheeks a ruddy pink, and his lips twitch into a sort-of-smile.

“Inside and out.” I continue moving my lips over his body, dipping my tongue into the groove of his clavicle.

“When you first stepped into that ring with me, I thought you were sexy,” I admit.

“I thought you were kind of a dick,” he replies, his words crack less than before, like he’s relaxing back into my presence. I never want him to feel anything but comfortable with me.

“What I’m hearing is that you wanted my dick,” I tease, thrusting my hips so that my thickening cock ruts against his ass.

He laughs, the sound warm like liquid gold in my ears.

“I’d have settled for being your friend,” I say. My hands draw circles on his back, his hips circling my lap at a languid pace.

“That what we are? Friends?” Holden asks, adjusting his position to close the space between our naked chests. His cock is hard, pressing against my stomach.

“No, baby. We’re so much more.”

My teeth find the soft skin at the start of his shoulder and I sink them in. His body tenses and he shivers as I leave my mark on him.

“We did a terrible job of faking this,” he muses as one hand finds my hair and he tugs, forcing me to release my grip on his shoulder and look into his whiskey eyes.

“I don’t care.” I lick my lips, watching his pupils dilate. “I only care that you’re mine.”

Holden pulls my hair harder, pain shooting through me in bolts of pleasure that turn my dick to granite.

“Even when we leave here?”

Can I have this with him, back in the real world? Regardless of what Finn or my friends think? Regardless of my fears of commitment. Can I?

I nod, because fuck the rest of the world.

Like he’s reading my mind, Holden says, “I don’t care about your money, Remi.”

“It’s my pretty face you care about, isn’t it?” I joke.

“Obviously,” Holden muses, rolling his eyes moments before he smashes our lips together.

His lips and tongue and teeth clashing with mine as he pours all of his feelings into me.

His kiss consumes me and with every stroke of his tongue against mine, something deep in me uncoils.

That niggling thought that I’d never find someone who wanted me outside of the Langford name, dissipates. Smoke fading into the night air.

My hands move over his sides, dipping below the waistband of his shorts, and when I slip one hand between his crack and tap a finger at his hole, he groans, deep and needy. His hips move as he shamelessly ruts his cock against my stomach. His breathing grows rapid, and his grip on my hair tightens.

“You can’t come, baby. Not yet,” I order and he whines, pulling his head back, his lips wet and kiss swollen.

Pressing my finger to his entrance, I watch his face, taking in every minute movement. From the widening of his eyes to the way he bites his bottom lip. Noting how he’s slowly grinding his body onto my probing digit.

“Let me show you how good I can make you feel?” I ask, and he’s nodding and kissing me again, hungrily.

“Shower first,” I suggest, reluctantly separating our bodies. We’re both still sandy from our day out, and I want him to be comfortable for what comes next.

Holden bolts eagerly off my lap, stripping himself down completely naked.

Fuck. The sight in front of me is straight from my fantasies.

His ass is firm and plump, and he has two sexy as fuck dimples above his round globes. I want to lose myself in him and never be found.

We take the fastest shower possible. Hands and mouths exploring as we wash the day from our bodies.

Then we stumble, lips connected, dripping wet, out of the bathroom.

I have a moment of forethought to grab a tube of lube from the desk as we pass, before Holden is pushing me onto the bed, splaying his wet naked body over mine.

Our hard cocks brush as we kiss until there’s no air left and we’re forced to pull apart.

With a hand to his chest, I press Holden backwards until he’s on his knees next to me, then I move up the bed and rest my head on a pillow.

“Sit on my face, baby,” I command, tapping the space next to my head.

He freezes, his cheeks flushed and his eyes wide.

“What?”

“I said, sit on my face. Bring that sexy ass here.” I sit up and with an arm around Holden’s waist, I haul him until his back hits my chest. “I’m going to lie down, and you’re going to put a leg on each side of my face and sit. Easy.”

He swallows thickly, and I watch his cock twitch where it’s resting hard against his stomach.

“Okay. Yes. Okay,” he mumbles.

“We don’t have to,” I say, suddenly realising I may be suggesting more than he’s ready for.

“No!” Holden shakes his head. “I want to. I’ve just never...” His head dips and he scrunches his eyes closed.

“You’ve never had someone eat your ass?” With the hand not wrapped around his stomach, I slide a finger down his spine, into the gap between his cheeks, then over his entrance.

He shivers at my touch.

“No,” he rasps. “Never.”

“Oh baby, I’m gonna make this so good for you.” I kiss his shoulder, then lie back. “Now come here.”

Moving slowly, he straddles my torso then edges himself backwards, bringing his luscious ass right to my face.

“Fuck,” I say, when I have both cheeks in my hold, pulling them apart to get a glimpse of his pink, puckered hole.

When I glide my tongue over his entrance, Holden gasps, falling forward to grip my knees.

“Oh!” he exclaims, and I do it again. He’s a delicious mix of sweet and salty and I dive in, feasting on him like the treat that he is. When my tongue probes at his entrance, the tip pushing past the tight ring of muscle, Holden mewls.

He gyrates his hips, his cock rubbing against my chest before he’s fucking himself on my tongue.

My face is wet with spit, my breath catching as Holden moves himself faster, his moans growing louder and wilder. I stop licking and bite his ass cheek, enough to leave teeth marks in his supple flesh.

Holden growls, sitting up and looking over his shoulder.

“Not yet,” I say.

His eyes narrow and I paste a wide smile on my face.

“I promise, Kitty Cat, it’ll be worth the wait.”

With one hand, I find the lube, upturning the bottle and pouring a generous amount into my hand, then slide a finger into his softened, willing hole. He leans forward, groaning as I press in deeper.

His hot breath whispers at my cock when he moans and I twist my hand, searching out the little sensitive nub inside.

When his lips, soft and warm, wrap around my cock, I lose my rhythm, my hips bucking to reach further into his mouth.

Bolts of electric pleasure whip through me as he licks up my shaft, then hollows his cheeks, sucking hard on the head of my cock.

“Fuuuuck,” I groan, then move my finger inside him again. When I find the jackpot, Holden’s entire body tenses, and he lets go of my cock, dropping his head to my groin.

“More, please more.”

I add a second finger, using both to relentlessly rub at his prostate.

“Remi,” he moans. “Remi, please.”

“God, I love it when you say my name.”

“Remi,” he squeaks, his body quaking as I add my tongue. “Remi!” Holden sounds wrecked as he calls my name over and over, his body shaking until he’s spilling across my chest.

My cock aches, throbbing with the need to come, but I’m not worried about myself. Tonight is about Holden. I need him to know that nothing about what he told me or showed me tonight changes how badly I want him. I need him to know that I don’t want to be with anyone but him.

With my hands on his hips, I encourage him off of me and onto his back. Then I scoot over and rest my head on his stomach, my eyes locked on him as he sucks in air, a tremor running through his body.

“You okay, baby?”

He smiles then. His lips twisting upwards, causing little lines to appear on either side of his closed eyes. He is so incredibly magnificent; I don’t know how I got so lucky.

“Hmmm. Just need a moment.”

I kiss his stomach, and then his scarred nipple.

“Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”

His hand finds my hair, twisting between the strands and tugging gently.

“Thank you,” he whispers. “For not being turned off by this.” He waves his free hand over his chest and my heart clenches.

“You really are beautiful, Holden. There is nothing about you that turns me off. Certainly not your scars.”

He keeps his eyes scrunched closed, and it hits me then that he always diverts his gaze away.

“Do you never look?” I ask, my hand dancing over his scars.

“No. I try not to. I mean, it’s hard not to get a glimpse when I’m naked, but I’d rather not see it all.”

“It’s not bad, I promise,” I whisper, then kiss over his navel.

“One day, when I have the money, I’ll cover it all with tattoos and then maybe I’ll be able to look at myself in the mirror and see what you see.”

Rolling to the side, I pick up the blue marker where it was left earlier, then take his arm, drawing hearts on the underside, where the skin is pale and soft.

“What are you doing?” He opens one eye enough to see me.

“Drawing.”

“I got that part. But why?”

“Because you’re the prettiest canvas that I’ve ever seen. Present company excluded.”

Holden laughs, his chest shaking with it.

I draw more hearts down his arms and then move to his ribs.

“Can I?” I ask, and he nods.

With the felt tip pressed lightly to his skin, I draw patterns over his chest. Around his nipples, along his sternum and down the other arm.

“One day you’ll see what I see, baby. Mark my words.”