Page 86 of Unfettered

“What does that even mean?”

“It means whatever we want it to. You’re mine to protect, to care for. Whatever you need, Javi. You don’t have to hide from me. You can be yourself.”

He scowls. “No one wants me as I am.”

I shake my head. “That’s a lie. I do.” I wipe away more tears. “I know what you are, what you do, and it doesn’t scare me. I want you to be open and honest with me about who you are.”

“You don’t even like me.” He pouts.

I laugh a little. “That’s a lie. You’ve gotten under my skin from the moment we met. You and your damn suckers, and the way you tried to hide your real self beneath the snark and chaos.”

He sighs. “No one ever wants the real me. Only Ely…she understood. I have nothing now.”

“That’s not true at all. You have me, you have Doc, your empire, and the rest of the Council…if you let them in. No, they may not understand you, but they won’t run, because you’ve inserted yourself into our lives, and now we’re never going to let you go.”

My words cause more tears to fall, and this time, I kiss them away. My lips brush over his cheeks, before finally landing on his lips, giving him the softest kiss I can.

He gasps, his lips parting under mine, and though it’d be so easy to take advantage, I don’t push for more, not when he’s so vulnerable.

Javi blinks at me, his eyes wide and full of an emotion I can’t name. “No one’s ever done that,” he says so quietly that if we weren’t so close, I wouldn’t have heard him.

I frown. “What? You’ve never been kissed before?”

He shakes his head.

Fuck. Something about that knowledge gets under my skin, and my cock hardens. Javi’s breath catches. As he’s still sitting in my lap, he must be able to feel how his confession affects me.

Without thinking, I grab the back of his head and pull his mouth to mine, kissing him firmly, not giving him a chance to protest. I kiss him hard and rough, licking and biting my way into his mouth. I enjoy how he feels against me, how he gives in so easily as he tries to match each stroke of my tongue with his own.

I let the kiss deepen further, pulling him flush to me, holding him by the hair tightly until we both run out of air.

As Javi gasps for breath, I meet his gaze and tell him, “I’ll kiss you whenever you want, Paperotto.”

He whimpers and I smile, leaning in to softly kiss his swollen lips, shoving down the image I have of those same kiss-swollen lips wrapped around my hard cock.

Pressing our foreheads together, I gentle my touch on him, still keeping him close as we catch our breath.

“This is what being mine means,” I tell him softly. “Whatever you want, whatever you need, I’ll give it to you.”

He shudders and starts to cry again, and I hold him through it all.

Finally, I nudge him off me, ignoring his protests and forcing myself up from the floor, wincing and using the couch to stand. “Time to eat.”

“I’m not hungry,” he protests.

“I don’t care.”

Javi sighs, but he forces himself to eat a little from the beautiful food spread that's been prepared for us. It’s nothing fancy, just simple breakfast staples like toast, fruit, eggs, bacon, pancakes, and waffles. There’s coffee and juice too.

Javi picks at his food, but every time he manages a bite, I kiss him: his hair, his cheek, the side of his neck, his lips. It’s a game that makes a simple, mundane thing exciting, and it encourages him to fill his belly.

When we’re done eating, I let him finish his coffee before I order him onto his knees.

“Why?” He complies, but looks up at me warily.

I smile. “Because you need a rest.” I adjust his stance, widening his knees and forcing him to sink back on his heels, making sure he’ll be as comfortable as possible while kneeling for me.

“I’m not one of your Boys.”