Page 84 of Unbound

“I have faith in you too, Snoopy.” Walker tosses my second sock away before falling forward, catching himself on his hands before lowering to his elbows, the tip of his nose barely brushing mine. “If anyone can figure out what the fuck happened with our parents, it’s you.”

I swallow hard, because I hope to God he’s right. For him.

Somehow, I’ve gotten to a place where what happened to my dad is almost irrelevant. It would be nice to know, but my life no longer hinges on that.

It hinges on the man above me. On helping him. Being there for him. Tackling the things he can’t, and supporting him through the ones he can.

But I don’t want to think about all of that now. I’ll just get weird and probably weepy, and no one wants to bone a chick who’s crying. I mean, there probably are some, but I don’t want to think about them right now either. Later, I’ll hunt down a few and figure out some ways to make their lives fucking miserable. Right now, all I want to think about is Walker and me.

Sexing it up.

“Are you gonna tell me what option B is, or is it a surprise?” I’m good with whatever, but I maybe should be at least a little prepared for how much is going to be expected of me. Find out whether or not I need to stretch.

Walker’s lips lift the tiniest bit. “Option A was that I fuck you slowly, dragging it out until you’re ready to kill me.”

Dammit. I really should start taking at least a few seconds to weigh my options before I make decisions.

Walker chuckles. “Don’t look so disappointed.” His head tilts, the warm fullness of his lips barely grazing the column of my neck. “Option B was that I fuck you hard and fast and then fuck you slowly until you’re ready to kill me.”

ADHD impulsiveness for the win. “In that case, I will always be picking option B, so don’t feel like you need to ask ever again.”

Walker’s chest rumbles with another laugh. “Are you already thinking about the next time we fuck, Snoopy?”

“I’ve been thinking about fucking you for months, so yeah.” Maybe ADHD impulsivity isn’t always a strength, because that should have stayed an inside thought.

Walker leans up, angling a brow down at me. “You probably shouldn’t admit that. I might think it’s creepy.”

“Do you think it’s creepy?” It’s a genuine question. For future reference, I’d like to know where his creepy boundaries lie. Because based on his answer, I’ve got a whole folder of pictures and facts about him that I might want to delete. Fast.

“A little, but I kinda like it.” He nips at the column of my neck. “Probably because I kind of like you.”

“Good.” I check the clock on his nightstand. “But I’m not experiencing anything that anyone would classify as hard or fast, so if you want me to keep liking you back, you should probably —”

Before I can finish my mostly teasing statement, Walker is off me, yanking my pants down my legs, taking my underwear with them. As soon as they’re gone, he reaches out to curl a finger into the triangle shaped cup of my stretchy bra, dragging it down until it’s trapped beneath the curve of my tit. Then he does the same thing to the other one, his eyes darkening as they move up and down my pretty much naked body.

“You are so fucking hard to resist.” He traces the backs of his knuckles along the underside of one breast. “I tried so hard to keep my hands off you, but it was impossible.”

That sounds very promising. “Hopefully that trend continues.” I pull my legs through the bridge of his thighs, bracketing them on the outside of his hips. “Now, about that hard and fast thing.”

Walker keeps tracing slow paths over my skin, eyes following the trail. “Patience, Snoopy. I know that’s not your strong suit, but we’ve got a few things to discuss first.”

I already know what he’s going to say, so I go ahead and rattle off the answers Walker’s looking for. “I haven’t had sex with anybody in well over a year. I’ve been to the doctor since then, and all my parts and pieces were free and clear. I also have an IUD since I don’t want to have periods because they’re bullshit.” I flash him a grin. “Your turn.”

“I don’t have an IUD, but the rest of my answers are the same as yours.” He grabs the hem of his shirt, revealing the hard plane of his stomach as he continues speaking. “Except it’s been a little more than a year since I’ve been with anyone.”

I’m so distracted by the display of masculine muscularity in front of me, his words take a few seconds to register. I’m staring at the glories of chest hair when my brain manages to process his timeline. “How much more than a year?”

Walker shrugs, sending his shirt wherever my pants ended up. “Don’t know. Probably five.”

“Five years?” My eyes drag over him again. “It’s been five years since you’ve had sex?”

How’s that possible? I mean… Fucking look at him. Not only that, the man is pretty much assembled entirely of green flags. Does he have a little bit of a tough exterior? Yeah, but why wouldn’t he? After struggling through the pain of losing his mother, it only makes sense that Walker would be a little cautious about letting anyone else in. Especially if they were the kind of person who would grill him about his feelings and push him for more than he’s ready to offer.

Walker shrugs. “Give or take.”

My mouth hangs open. Most of the sex I’ve had has been mediocre—possibly worse—but it was still better than nothing. “How did you go five years without having sex?”

Walker flips the button of his jeans open. “I jacked off.” His zipper slides down. “A lot.” His big hands grab the waist of his jeans and shoves them down. “Most of it happening since you moved in here.”