Sanctuary Found_Pelican Bay [Book 2]

by Sloane Kennedy

  “Where do you want this stuff?” he asked as he lifted the items in his hands. He’d toed off his boots. I smiled at the sight of his rainbow-colored socks.

  “I’ve got him set up in here,” I said as I motioned to the bathroom at the end of the hall. Isaac nodded and hurried past me. He talked incessantly about each item as he set them up in the sizeable bathroom, but I was so busy ogling his slim frame as he moved and his delectable ass every time he bent over, I barely heard anything he said.

  Was he wearing the feminine underwear?

  Did I want him to be?

  The answer to that was an unequivocal yes.

  But I’d be just as happy if he were wearing boring boxer briefs, white granny panties, or going commando. I doubted I’d have a problem with anything this man was wearing because he was just so very beautiful.

  And he was all that without even trying.

  “Dallas said Snotrod will probably want to sleep with you, but you should still put out this bed for him just in case. It’s not new–it’s from the sanctuary. It’s the one he and his brothers and sisters slept on, so it’ll smell like them,” Isaac explained as he approached me. I was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, so there was no way for him to get out. When he realized that, his nerves kicked up even more and he suddenly thrust the bed at me and took Snot from my hands and cuddled him to his chest.

  “Where are you going to put it?” he asked as he motioned to the bed. He pressed a kiss to the top of Snot’s head and all I could think was, damn lucky little cat.

  I didn’t respond, choosing instead to turn and head to the living room, knowing Isaac would follow. I put the cat bed between my sleeping bag and the fireplace. There was a grate around the fireplace, so I didn’t have to worry about Snot inadvertently wandering too close to the flames. I turned and saw Isaac looking around the dimly lit room. It was a massive space that was overdone with rich blue, white, and gold colors. My parents had had both lavish and garish taste.

  Isaac moved closer to me as he explored, and when he reached me he just nodded. “It’s nice,” he finally said.

  “No, it isn’t,” I responded.

  I couldn’t stop looking at him. With the added light from the fireplace, I could see that he was wearing a different color eyeshadow altogether this time. It was some kind of blend between brown and pink. His lashes looked impossibly long and thick and he had just a little bit of eyeliner on. His lips looked plump and wet but not overly pink, which meant he was wearing his regular gloss, not the tinted stuff.

  Isaac’s fingers were almost frantically petting Snotrod, but his touch was gentle and the kitten had once again fallen asleep.

  “What you did for Newt was incredible,” Isaac whispered. “I can’t thank you enough. He doesn’t get a lot of presents.”

  “What about you?”

  “Oh, um, I try to give him presents whenever I can. Especially on his birthday and—”

  “No,” I interjected. “I mean, when was the last time anyone got you something?”

  He seemed surprised by the question. “Well, Newt always makes me something. He’s such a great kid.”

  “He’s got a great brother,” I said. I hadn’t missed the fact that whenever the conversation steered toward him, Isaac always tried to turn it away again. I wondered what drove the behavior.

  The air grew thick between us as electricity danced around our bodies. The longer the silence, the more agitated Isaac became. He finally said, “I should go.”

  But he didn’t move.

  And that was when I knew why he’d really come here.

  My heart skittered through my chest in excitement. Admittedly, I was also nervous about what was to come. But I could tell that even though Isaac was clearly the more experienced one, whatever was happening between us was new for him, because he seemed frozen in place.

  Which meant if I wanted this to happen, I needed to make the first move.

  I reached for Snot and carefully eased him out of Isaac’s hands. I was glad when Isaac didn’t move as I put the sleeping kitten in his little bed. By the time I got back to Isaac, he’d wrapped his arms around himself like he was cold. But with the roaring fireplace, I knew it was a self-soothing gesture.

  “Why did you really come here, Isaac?” I asked as I ran the tips of my fingers up and down one of his arms. He was still wearing his coat, so I couldn’t actually feel his body, but he still shivered beneath my touch just the same.

  God, what would it be like when we were skin on skin?

  Isaac shook his head but didn’t respond right away. When I bent to kiss him, he suddenly blurted, “I’m wearing them!”

  I pulled back so I could watch him as he spoke because I was finding that what Isaac said and what he meant when he was upset were two very different things.

  “I told myself not to because it would just freak you out and I don’t want that because I really want this, but you already know about them and I’m not going to pretend that you don’t, so if that’s what you want…” His words dropped off and he looked at the floor. The insecurity was painful to watch, but I needed to let him get whatever shit was driving this out or it would stay between us.

  And I really, really didn’t want anything between us tonight.

  “I could… I could just…” Isaac hesitated, then stepped forward. His hand slowly reached out to touch the waistband of my jeans. He pulled them away from my body just the tiniest bit, then looked up at me with uncertain eyes and whispered, “I could just make it good for you.”

  Even though my body reacted almost violently to the sensation of him running his long, slim fingers down the front of my jeans, I felt sick inside as I understood what he was trying to tell me.

  He was willing to get on his knees for me.

  Like he had with that piece of shit Tomlinson.

  Like he had with all the other men who’d seen him as a body to use in exchange for a few bucks.

  Well, fuck that shit. I sent a silent apology to Newt for the swear word, then stepped closer to Isaac and used my fingers to tip his chin farther up so there was no way he could not look at me.

  “Show me,” I whispered.

  Isaac let out a little whimper and started to drop to his knees, but I clasped him around the back of the neck to keep him from moving. I dropped my mouth to his ear and used my free hand to skim his hip before releasing just the button on his pants. “Show me,” I repeated.

  Isaac gasped as he finally got my meaning. He stayed stiff in my hold for a couple of beats, then seemed to melt into my touch as a huge breath whooshed out of his lungs. Then he was nodding.

  I stepped back to put some space between us. Isaac’s shaky fingers immediately went to his pants.

  “No,” I said firmly. When he looked at me, I took a few more steps back until I felt the chair just behind me. “Slowly,” I ordered as I lowered myself into it.

  Isaac was frozen in place for several long moments. I didn’t breathe until he carefully shrugged off his coat. It fell to his feet, but all he did was kick it away. I noticed the shirt he was wearing had an oversized opening at the throat, so it exposed one of his shoulders. My mouth watered at the sight of his pale, creamy skin.

  Isaac’s hand ran down the middle of his shirt as if to smooth it out. He fingered the hem and I could see he was still having doubts. But I remained silent as I held his gaze.

  I saw the exact moment something shifted, and I wanted to thank God for whatever had finally made him realize that between the two of us, he was the one with all the power. Instead of just removing his shirt, Isaac’s palm flattened on the lower part of it and he slid his hand up, dragging the hem of the shirt up in the process and exposing the flatness of his belly.

  Isaac used his free hand to hold the hem up enough so he could run his fingers over his stomach. Despite how graceful his moves were, my gut was telling me they weren’t practiced.

  He wasn’t acting cool enough for that. There was still that little bit of a tr
emor in his fingers and a speck of doubt sprinkled in with the desire I saw in his eyes.

  My cock pressed painfully against my zipper every time Isaac touched himself. When he finally snagged the end of the shirt and dragged it up and off his body, I was leaning forward in my chair so I could see him even better.

  He was beautifully built.

  Yes, he was slim and small, but toned too. His skin was smooth and flawless. There was a single tattoo on his left forearm, but I couldn’t tell what it was of. I made a mental note to explore it later.

  Isaac let his hands roam over his own body and I couldn’t help but wonder if he was imagining that they were my hands. As badly as I wanted to get up and go to him, I was completely entranced by this new version of Isaac. Somewhere along the way, he’d gotten lost in the act of undressing. He was still very much with me, but the doubt and insecurity were gone. He wasn’t being overly confident like it was all some big act. It was more like he was exploring his body in a new way… like he’d been freed to do so.

  I was mesmerized as Isaac took his time removing his socks. Then his fingers were at his zipper. He tensed up just a little and I wasn’t surprised, considering what he was about to reveal to me. His moves slowed as he got his zipper down and then put his hands at the waistband. But when he stilled and dropped his eyes, I knew I was on the verge of losing him.

  “Isaac,” I whispered.

  I wasn’t sure if it was my tone or what, but he lifted his eyes and I saw how pained they were. And I knew this was more than just him showing me something so many would consider taboo.

  It was him showing me him.

  “Show me, baby,” I said so softly I wasn’t even sure he heard me.

  When he kept his eyes on me as he lowered his pants, I did the same. I actually didn’t even move my eyes until he silently gave me permission by trailing his fingers slowly from his chin, along the column of his throat and down his body. My eyes connected with the underwear only when his own fingers did.

  And the sight took my breath away.

  He was gorgeous.

  There was just no other way to describe him.

  Yes, I could see the outline of his semi-erect cock through the lacy fabric, but that wasn’t where my eyes stayed. No, they moved when his fingers did.

  Over the spot where the narrow strip of material rode high on his hip near his waist, then lower over the slightly scalloped edge of the fabric along his groin and across the bulge of his dick that was pressing against the material. Isaac didn’t move as I drank in the sight of him, but he seemed satisfied when I lifted what had to be wide eyes to his. My throat was too dry to make it possible for me to speak. I’d seen plenty of women in sexy lingerie, but none of them held a candle to Isaac and I didn’t care why that was.

  But it wasn’t just the beauty of the fabric against his skin, it was what it did for him. The longer he stood before me, that confidence he’d been feeling before he’d lowered his pants returned, and that was when I knew that the underwear had been the root of that confidence.

  My theory was confirmed after Isaac removed his pants completely and then stepped closer to me until he was almost within touching distance.

  Almost but not quite.

  Isaac began running his hands all over his lower body and the fabric, like they were all one and the same. My dick was practically being strangled by my jeans, but I couldn’t have moved even if I’d wanted to.

  I was completely under his spell.

  And then he turned around.

  I whimpered.

  Actually whimpered.

  The line of his back on its own was a sight to behold, but to see how the dip of his waist flared just the tiniest bit into the curve of his hip stole my breath. And the underwear… Jesus Christ, the fabric rode high up his crease so that most of both beautiful cheeks were exposed. His skin was soft and smooth and tight.

  “Fuck, Isaac,” I breathed. I lifted my eyes to see him looking over his shoulder at me. His eyes were bright with some emotion I couldn’t put my finger on.

  Not satisfaction.

  Not relief.

  Not even pleasure.

  Rightness.

  The word somehow wasn’t enough, but it fit the moment. I could see that whatever was happening between us, it felt right to him. That him sharing this part of himself with me was right.

  For him.

  For me too, but he wasn’t doing this just to please me. He was doing it for himself as well.

  I had my proof that I was right when he slowly turned around, closed what little distance remained between us, slid down onto my lap so he was straddling me and then whispered, “Thank you.”

  There was a host of emotion in those two little words and I felt every single one of them.

  And it shook me to my core.

  Isaac’s arms went around my neck and then my arms were around his waist. He kissed me gently at first, then more deeply. I tried to restrict myself to just kissing him, but my hands refused to listen and began roaming all over his body and eventually ended up on his ass. I leaned back in the chair so I could watch what I was doing.

  It was my turn to touch and feel and play.

  And that’s exactly what I told him.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Isaac

  My turn.

  When Maddox had said those words, I’d thought he was talking about him getting undressed, but he quickly disabused me of the notion when I reached between us for the hem of his shirt. He grabbed my fingers and carefully eased my hand behind my back. Then he took my other hand and did the same.

  “Leave them there,” he growled.

  I managed a nod because speech was pretty much impossible.

  That’s what happened when you were living out your fantasy.

  When I’d made the decision to bring Maddox the cat supplies, I’d tried to fool myself into believing that was the real reason I was making the trek out to his house in the middle of the night. I’d even continued to sell myself on that particular story as I’d put on the sexy underwear and carefully applied my makeup. I’d spouted the lie so very easily to Dallas and Nolan when I’d asked them to keep an eye on an already sleeping Newt. Even when they’d mentioned they’d watch him for as long as needed, I hadn’t allowed myself to believe any of what was currently happening was a possibility.

  But the fact that I was sitting nearly naked on Maddox’s lap, in women’s panties no less, was proof that it was.

  And the bulge I could feel pressing against my own hardening cock was the final evidence I’d been waiting for.

  I’d thought I’d needed a label for what Maddox was, but gay, straight, or bi, I just didn’t care anymore.

  What he was, was mine.

  At least for the moment.

  And if I got my way, he’d be mine for as long as I could manage to keep me and Newt in Pelican Bay.

  I expected Maddox to go for my ass, since one of his hands was resting right at the small of my back, just beneath my own hands. But when he reached up to close his big hand around both my wrists to make sure I couldn’t move my arms, I nearly came right then and there. I could feel the pre-cum dripping from the head of my dick and dampening the delicate fabric of my underwear.

  Maddox held me in that position for a moment as his eyes raked over my entire body, then his free hand, the injured one, settled on my throat and then ran all the way down the length of my chest. I automatically tipped my head back when he did the move again. The pads of his fingers felt rough against my skin and the bandage he was wearing added another level of sensation. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I should remind him to be careful with his hand, but words were still something that were escaping me at the moment.

  “Watch me,” Maddox ordered when his hand came to rest on my belly. I obediently lowered my eyes to his. So many of the men I’d been with had enjoyed ordering me around and I’d always complied because that came with the job, but with Maddox, not only could I not deny him, I didn’t w
ant to. My body was his and not because he’d paid for it.

  But because I wanted him to have it.

  He’d earned every piece of me by accepting every piece of me. Sharing my secret with him had been one of the hardest moments in my life because it was the last thing I had left… my last line of defense against a world that was just sometimes too damn hard. He could have ridiculed me or made me take the underwear off in another room or just let me suck him off like I’d initially planned, but he’d understood what it had meant for me to give him this part of me.

  Maddox waited until I dropped my eyes to his hand. He was still holding my own behind me so I had no control, though I knew if I told him to let me go, he would.

  Maddox’s finger trailed along the waistband of the underwear a few times, alternating between putting more pressure on the silky material, then my skin. He did the same to my hip, then finally moved his fingers lower to where the fabric met my groin. I couldn’t help but moan when those rough pads dipped beneath the material and brushed over my skin. My cock was pretty much right there, but he didn’t touch it and I was both disappointed and a little nervous about what that meant. He’d said he’d kissed a guy before, but I wasn’t sure if he’d done more than that. And suddenly, the dreaded thought that I’d been trying to avoid ever since he’d kissed me the first time was back in my head.

  I tried to force it away, but Maddox must have noticed something in my expression because his hand slipped from beneath the underwear and lifted to tip my chin up so I was forced to look him in the eye.

  “What?” he asked. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

  I shook my head because it was too humiliating and because I was afraid of how he’d respond.

  “Is it because I didn’t touch you here?” he asked as he dropped his hand and brushed the backs of his fingers along my shaft. I cried out at how good it felt to have the silky material pressing against my sensitive flesh beneath the pressure of his hand. He was still holding my hands, so I couldn’t even really move toward his hand to get him to do it again.