Page 205 of Claim Me
Then he looks down at his hands for a moment in silence, then leans over his tablet, but even from the side I can see he isn’t really working, just staring at the screen.
I can still feel that same confusion in him as before, but can’t dive deeper into his emotions anymore; the wall is back up, and the brief breach has already sealed itself. All that reachesme now are his general feelings, scattered and chaotic, while whatever is deepest and most vulnerable is hidden once again.
What I can suspect is that Blue is used to people hating him, and maybe he doesn’t know what to do with someone who feels theopposite.
I can only hope that one day he’ll understand that he doesn’t need those walls around me
Simon keeps staring at us as if trying to make sense of the situation. I look away and fight the urge to bite my fingers.
For now, I just want us to be home already and for this whole mess to be over.
Finally we are back at the airport and board the plane.
Blue spends half the flight on the satellite phone and his tablet. At one point, I notice him rubbing the back of his neck. It must be stiff. I don’t want to suggest anything in front of Simon, because he already gets far too many clues, so I say, "Could I speak with you for a moment, Mr. Lowen?"
He raises one brow, but nods, and we step into the bedroom.
"What is it?" he asks once we’re alone.
I let out a breath, closing the door. "I think you should rest for a bit. Lie down. You look exhausted, and your neck is bothering you…"
"So this is why you brought me here?" he says, wagging a finger at me, though there’s amusement in it, and maybe a hint of disbelief.
"Someone has to take care of you, since you forget to rest," I say, spreading my hands, then I sit on the edge of the bed and pat it. "Come on, your neck will thank me."
He lifts his hand again and rubs his sore neck. "I still have a few emails to answer…"
I grab his hand without warning and pull him toward me. "They can wait. You deserve a break," I say, turning him aroundin one quick motion and settling him on my lap, then I place my hands on the back of his neck and start massaging gently.
At first he tenses a little, like he always does when I’m the one unexpectedly initiating contact, so I decide to address it.
"You still don’t like being casually touched?"
I lean to the side to catch his profile, trying to read his expression.
"I’m learning to… not twitch every time you casually touch me. It’s hard, though."
"Is it unpleasant?"
He huffs softly.
"No, quite the opposite, but… I was never touched growing up. Even my parents avoided it. We weren’t a very… affectionate family. But I’m slowly getting used to the idea of you being… in my space."
I shift back onto the bed, pulling him with me, then ease him onto his side while I stay behind him, and I start purring.
His body relaxes almost immediately, settling against my chest as it vibrates, and my free hand moves over him in slow, soothing strokes along his shoulder, his side, the curve of his hip, then down his thigh.
It goes on for a while, his breathing deepens, and I start to catch the increasing scent of his slick, and then suddenly…
"Put it inside."
Well. No ambiguity there. I push his pants down to his knees in one smooth motion, exposing the pale curve of his ass, then I look between his cheeks and find him already open and wet, waiting for me.
"As you can see, my body definitely likes your touch," he mutters, and I can see his swollen petals slowly opening up as I watch…
The rush of arousal hits so hard it almost knocks the breath out of me; with my heart pounding and my face burning, I undomy fly and free my dick, then press against the open pink ring, and slide inside, the sensation so overwhelming I nearly come on the spot, and I have to stop and breathe for a moment just to keep from spilling into him instantly.
"Fuck… you feel too good," I murmur, fighting the pull.
