Page 19 of Forgotten Prejudice

“Things?” He covered my hand with his.

“Yeah,” I murmured awkwardly, my eyes locked on our laced fingers. “Things that can be interpreted in more ways than one.”

In a quick move, Soren yanked me close and then walked us back into an empty stall, stopping once my back hit the wall. His lips pulled into a half smile as he looked at me through lowered eyelashes.

“So are you saying I’m being too obvious?” His hands moved down to my hips, his grip firm and possessive.

Shaking my head, I took a deep breath. “I-I’m saying you aren’t being obvious enough.”

Something gleamed in his eyes before he pulled me hard against him.

“Kiss me,” he said, his words an order I obeyed.

The next moment, I closed my eyes, placed my fingers against his chiseled jaw, and leaned close until meeting his lips. But I didn’t kiss him. Unsure of what to do, I stayed put with our lips pressed together, holding my breath while waiting for him to lead the way. And he did.

Moving his hand to my neck, Soren held me close while kissing me back. He wasn’t hesitant like me. Of course, he wasn’t, as he ravished my mouth with his. Heat flooded my body, and I moaned into his mouth. Taking advantage, Soren pushed his tongue in and swirled it around mine. My eyes rolled to the back of my head with how good it felt. How consuming. Unlike when Kai kissed me, this kiss was hot and warm. It was adoring and passionate, and I never wanted it to end. Soren’s body melted into mine, and it was the best I’d ever felt.

Untucking my shirt from my pants, he slipped his fingers underneath and caressed them over my skin. His hands warmed my body with ease, turning the places he touched hot. My hard cock throbbed in my breeches, begging for relief as he licked into my mouth, his tongue playing with mine.

“Aren’t you the sweetest thing,” he drawled in my ear while pushing his thigh between my legs, pressing hard against my stiff length.

I moaned, then thrust my hips forward, loving the pressure and desperate for more.

Enjoying my reaction, Soren smirked before returning to my mouth and kissing me with such passion that it consumed every bit of my horny soul. It was sloppy at times, my lips feeling swollen and wet from the spit while our tongues danced around each other. Moving his hands down my body, his fingers played with the waistband of my pants while I wrapped my arms around his neck. Being at his mercy felt so good that I was more than willing for Soren to do whatever he wanted with me. My body screamed to be held by him as he continued to worship me through his touch. With his mouth not leaving mine, he thrust against me, my dick throbbing with the friction until I was ready to burst.

But then, in a split second, it all came to an end when Soren pulled back.

“Ah, shit,” he hissed, adjusting himself. “I planned to take it slow.”

“W-Why?” I blurted out, then quickly covered my mouth. What the fuck was wrong with me?

Biting his lip, which was slightly swollen, Soren ran his fingers through his hair, fixing it after I messed it up. Am I looking as kissable as he does right now?

“Because there’s no rush,” he explained, taking my hand in his. “And because I want you to feel comfortable around me without worrying about sex.”

My face was already flushed red, but it didn’t stop me from blushing harder. “But what if I want to have sex?”

Soren chuckled, but before I could worry if I had embarrassed myself again, he spoke.

“You’ve got to stop saying such cute things, or I’ll really lose control.”

Would it be such a bad thing?

“Now, come. We need to change before I take you out for dinner.”

My stomach churned at his words. I was beginning to realize how much I enjoyed being told what to do by him. But it wasn’t just that. The way he took care of me gave my body a sense of relief I was a stranger to, and I savored those moments. The way he held my hand, bought me new clothes to wear, opened the car door for me, and later, picked out what we’d eat—I loved all of it.

With Soren, I didn’t need to think. I didn’t need to be anything but his.

Ash

“Happy birthday, kiddo,” Aiden said while ruffling my hair until it looked like I had been electrocuted by lightning.

“Thanks,” I chuckled, moving my hand over my head to fix the mess he created.

“What’s it like to be a young man of eighteen? Is the weight of the adult world already weighing on your young shoulders?”

I rolled my eyes at him, and Aiden laughed. His sense of humor was almost as bad as Kai’s. Suddenly, deep sadness hit me. Today would be the first time in years I’d spend my birthday without Kai. Each year, we would go out of our way to do something crazy for the other’s birthday. When I turned seventeen, Kai had kidnapped me from school for a weekend in Palm Springs. It would have been perfect if not for the near heart attack he gave me by covering my head with a bag and pushing me into his car. The first few minutes, I actually thought I was being abducted.