Fate seemed like it had plans for the two of us that were bigger than either one of us might’ve ever imagined. I was willing to roll the dice and see what else it might have in store.
Instead of telling him I wanted to feel him inside of me with nothing between us, I wrapped my other leg around his waist and pressed my heels into the top curve of his sculpted ass to pull him down—the glide of his body against mine felt twice as good as it normally did. Salinger’s eyes rolled back in his head, and his jaw clenched as he remained perfectly still, even as I rocked against him. I could tell he was trying to maintain a modicum of control, which made me even more determined to push him over the edge of sanity along with me.
My body clamped down on his as I kissed the vein that was throbbing with obvious strain on the side of his neck. I curled an arm around his neck and used the other to stroke his tense side, almost like I was trying to tame a wild animal.
I moved on the hard, pulsing length filling me up, and put my lips to his ear. I felt him shudder when my teeth nipped at his lobe, but he remained stubbornly still as I determinedly fucked myself against him. It felt so good, but I needed him to move.
I flicked the tip of my tongue against the sensitive shell of his ear and whispered in a voice that was a bit broken, “It’s okay, Salinger. Whatever happens, it will be okay.”
When I really, really thought about what I wanted more than anything else, it was him and another chance to start a family. And starting a family with him… well, the thought didn’t scare me nearly as much as it probably should. He was still so young, but I felt safer and more loved when I was with him than I ever had with anyone else. I trusted him to know his own limits. If he wasn’t ready, if he was worried about what might happen if we didn’t stop now, I knew he would tell me. He was a hundred times better at expressing himself than I was.
I had a lot to learn from him, and I hoped he could say the same about me.
As long as we took care of one another, protected each other, supported one another, forgave each other, and ourselves—as long as we loved—it would all be okay. I had zero doubts.
Once Salinger heard my words, it was like something broke loose inside of him. All the weeks of minding his p’s and q’s, all the hours of behaving and abiding by my rules and regulations, that proper and polite behavior went out the window, and my rebellious, unruly, wild child was back with a vengeance.
He started to move with intent. Suddenly, gruff, dirty words started to flow out of his mouth, and I found myself blushing from the soles of my feet to the roots of my hair. He took me in a way that gave every indication he planned on keeping me for a very, very long time, and I felt every flex and kick of his cock as if he was branding my insides and marking his territory.
It was hot.
It was noisy and messy.
It was rough and completely reckless.
It was quite honestly the best sex I’d ever had.
Salinger
IT WAS A hard couple of months of shooting on location.
Jeno was gone, and I had to focus on my sobriety and career by myself for the first time since getting clean. The security blanket which had been wrapped comfortingly around my shoulders was ruthlessly ripped away, showing me it was harder to stand on my own than I thought it would be. I missed my brother and his steady presence. I missed having him around, but knew the time apart was good for both of us and would ultimately bring us closer together. I’d only heard from him a couple of times since he went back to LA, but he assured me he was all right and that he was doing what I told him to do—figuring out what would make him happy. He told me he’d had a knockdown, drag-out fight with his mother that hadn’t been pretty. She refused to admit any fault, even when confronted with the video, and accused me of trying to set her up to further drive a