Page 40 of Saviour
“No, my God, this is your room.Iam so sorry. This is completely my fault.” I jump into action and start to leave, but Dax runs over and grabs my hand.
“No, wait, don’t leave. Are you okay?”
I look at his hand holding mine, the same hand he was just using to pleasure himself, and he must realise because he quickly drops it and scratches the back of his neck.
“Bad dream?” he asks, but I shake my head and continue to stare at him.
I’ve never seen him without clothes on and now he’s standing in front of me in just a pair of black boxers and I can’t take my eyes away. His chest is broad and muscular, and I never really realised how wide his shoulders actually were before. He has tattoos going up both arms and across his pecs, roses and angel wings, different patterns that I can’t entirely make out yet. And holy fuck, he has a nipple pierced.
“Rori.” Dax interrupts my staring and I quickly look into his eyes, blushing that I got caught so openly staring at him like that. There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes, though, that tells me he doesn’t mind.
I find my senses and decide to act like a normal person.
“Dax, I’m so sorry. I was going to go to the gym, but I ended up here.”
“It’s okay, Birdie, I’m glad you felt you could come here.”
He puts his hand in mine and leads me to his bed. There’s a bedside lamp on, illuminating the room, and a bit like the hotel, it’s decorated in woodland greens and browns. It reminds me of the forest and the lake, which brings me a little peace.
Now that I’m here, I feel awkward. I was hoping he would just be asleep and I’d sit down next to him. But he’s awake, and I caught him doing something completely private, so I don't know how to act.
“Rori, it’s fine,” he says, putting a hand behind my ear and bringing my face to his. He kisses me softly before gesturing for me to lie down, so I do.
His pillows are comfortable and I sink into them, and his smell, woodsy and vanilla, invades my senses and I wish my pillow smelled like this.
“Why were you going to the gym?” he asks, lying down next to me, leaning on one arm so he can face me.
“I just couldn’t shut my brain off.” I shrug, turning onto my side so we’re facing each other. We lie there in silence and I run the next question over and over in my head before I decide to ask it.
“Dax?” I say again after a few quiet seconds.
“Hmm?”
“If you find King, will I have to leave?” I sound like an idiot saying it out loud.
“What? Why would you think that?”
“Well, you’ll have him back. And Puck. I’ll just be taking up room and—”
“Firstly,” Dax starts, “you have been living in the same mansion I have for the past month, right? You’ve seen how much room is here, right?” He chuckles, making me smile. “And secondly”—his hand comes under my chin—“who would I kiss every single fucking day if you weren’t here?”
With that, he leans in and kisses me for a long time, and my thoughts start to get carried away. I want to go further with Dax, fuck do I, but I’m so scared of the consequences and thoughts racing through my mind.
“And thirdly,” he whispers as he kisses me. “Who would I have to think about?”
Dax grinds into me, his dick hard again through his thin boxers, and I whimper.
“Dax?”
“Hmm.”
“I’ve heard you before,” I confess and try to hide the flush from my cheeks.
He lifts his head slightly and looks at me, a small smirk playing on his lips. “When?”
I blush and dip my head, looking at the shiny metal bar pierced through his right nipple.
“At the hotel.”
