Rainbow (Ruthless Kings MC Baton Rouge #1) - K.L. Savage Page 0,26

Whoever did this took advantage of his size when it should be cherished and treasured. I rub his back as I kick his door in, then push it shut.

I don’t lock it.

If the asshole that hurt him comes back, I’ll be ready.

A bullet will stop a guy. Dead. In. His. Tracks.

I plop down on the ratty blue sofa that has seen better days and the springs creak from my weight. “I got you, baby. I have you. You’re safe. You’re okay,” I croon at him. I squeeze him tight and close my eyes. But, God, the thought of something happening to him… when I just got him, and I don’t even really have him yet, makes me sick.

I’m not in love with him, but I know I could be, and I’m obsessed with that.

With him.

I don’t force him to talk. Not yet. I let him get his emotions out. His fingers curl into my jacket and grip. The leather squeaks from the raindrops lingering, and the puffs of his hot breath on the side of my neck has me wrestling with the lust coiling inside me.

His soft lips brush against my throat, and he whimpers, sniffling as he hiccups. I continue gliding my palms up and down his back, loving how perfect he feels in my arms. Nothing has ever felt so right. He kisses the spot under my ear and moans, rocking his hips against my hard cock. He feels so fucking good.

And I’m going to regret this later.

I squeeze his hips just as his lips kiss down my jaw, and right when his lips are about to touch mine, I cup his jaws gently to stop him. “Not like this, Sassafras. I won’t kiss you or feel your body for the first time when you’re in this condition. Okay?”

Don’t get me wrong, I want nothing more than to rip off his shirt and kiss along his flat chest. Are his nipples pink or a dusty brown? Are they sensitive? Yeah, I want to learn everything that turns him on, so I know how to pleasure him.

He nods but his chin wobbles, and he starts crying again. “I’m sorry. I thought… it’s all I’m used to. I always felt guilty when I was upset and… and…” He tries to slow his breathing, but he’s too worked up.

“You weren’t with the right guys then, if they ever made you feel guilty instead of being there for you.” I press his head against my shoulder and kiss his temple. “Don’t think this means I don’t want answers. I do. I want details, but right now, this is about you. Get it all out, baby.” I run my fingers through his hair and study his room while he clings to me, his sobs getting quieter by the second.

The shattered remnants of a red vase are in a heap in front of the busted TV, and the lamp at the far end of the couch is utterly destroyed. If I had been here, this wouldn’t have happened. He would have been safe in my arms, and I’d be taking the intruder’s body to the fucking swamp for the gators.

I won’t forgive myself.

Never again will he be alone.

That’s not a fucking vow. It’s an oath.

Puffs of even, warm breath ghost against my neck, and this time, he isn’t trying to mask the situation with sex. Instead, he’s cried himself to sleep.

“My poor Sassafras,” I whisper, brushing a piece of hair out of his face. “Who would do this to you?” I press my lips against his forehead before I stand, then march around the couch to the bed.

When I walk in, I bite my tongue when I see how destroyed everything is. Not that there was much to destroy. This place is a fucking hovel.

To open the closet that’s awkwardly placed behind the door, I situate one arm around him to turn the knob. I flip the light on, snag the few shirts I see on the hangers, then look around for a bag.

There are a couple of reusable grocery bags and an old gym bag that’s battered to hell. It’ll work.

I dig through his dresser, and the air in my lungs catches when I see several pairs of lace panties. “Fuck me,” I groan deeply, imagining the thin, elegant material cupping his bubbled butt. I grab two handfuls of those afternoon delights because that is exactly what they’ll cause and stuff them in the bag.

A toothbrush and phone charger later, I’m heading out