Wesley sniffles. "Can I tell you something?"
"Yes."
"You're the first man to treat me so nicely in such a long time." He lowers his eyes. "I remember how you brushed my tears away in the hospital room. No client ever did that for me, not even the ones who claimed to like me. I always cried when my captors made me have sex with them, but no one cared."
I let out a sigh. "Fuck, cutie." I palm my forehead. "If the circumstances were different… and if you were a little older… I’d ask you to be my boyfriend. No questions about it. You're the sweetest."
Wesley lets out a gasp. "You're messing with me."
I shake my head. "You're the kindest, most selfless boy in New York. I've never opened up to you about my past, but my last relationship didn't go so well."
"I heard." Wesley drapes his free hand over the one I’m holding. "Your boy broke up with you because of your weight."
"Did Arlo tell you?"
"Yes."
I bite my lower lip. "My weight is my biggest insecurity.” I gesture to my belly. “Most boys run when they see me coming. I own a club with my brothers called the Little Bunny Club on the Upper East Side. There are some boys I'd like to cuddle with on the beanbag chair, but none of them ever want to do it with me."
Wesley frowns. "I'd cuddle with you on the beanbag chair. You wouldn't even need to ask."
I stare at the lake. "I rescued you, boy. That’s the only reason you even gave me a second glance.”
Wesley scowls. “That’ssonot true.”
“You're confused because I'm the first man to show you kindness in your life.” I tuck a strand of hair over his ear. “I’d be taking advantage of you. That's not a solid foundation on which to build a relationship."
Wesley shoots the fiercest little glare my way. "Don't minimize my feelings, Benedetto." He digs his thumb into my palm. "I might be young—and yes, I lived in a sex dungeon until three weeks ago—but I know what I want. Those assholes forced me to fuck men multiple times a day who I found abhorrent. They were skinny and frail, and they weren’t my type. All I wanted was a big teddy bear to protect me from them. A man large enough to take me away from their abuse."
“You don’t know what you’re saying, sweet boy.” I shake my head. “I’d be no better than the men who hurt you if I acted on my attraction to you. Yes—Iamattracted to you. So fucking much. You’re smooth and beautiful and you’re exactly my type. But I have demons inside me, too, and they’ll rise to the surface if you don’t stop. Quit while you’re ahead. I admitted I want you. You don't know where this will lead."
Wesley removes his free hand from mine and places it on my thigh. "You're my big cuddle bear." He kisses my shoulder. "Our snuggle sessions every night areeverythingto me. I've experienced more joy this past week than any of the previous years before this. You're my rescuer, my savior, just like in the animated movies we watch together. You’re my teddy bear in shining armor. I know you'll keep me safe, and protect me from harm."
My breath is ragged. I drag in air, trying to fight off the sensations in my body. "Stop, sweet one.” I bring his hand between my legs, letting him feel my erection. “Do you feel that? You'll bring out a side of me I can't put back in its cage."
I'm fluffy on the outside. But that doesn't mean I am inside. Everyone harbors a dark side, and mine has fangs.
Wesley pokes my belly. "I love that you're fluffy, too." He massages me. "I could get lost in your body. It's disgusting that your ex-boyfriend broke up with you because of that."
I take Wesley's chin in my grip and drive my thumb into it. My pulse races as I stare into his eyes, then inch closer.
"Tell me what you want, boy. I need to hear you say it plainly."
"I wantyou." Wesley presses his palm on my chest. "My savior. My everything."
I grit my teeth. "If I agree to this, you must promise me something."
"Anything."
"You can't tell my brothers what we have." Driving my hand down, I massage Wesley between his legs. He's absolutely massive, which makes me burn. “Until next month.”
"What about Arlo and Rusty?"
"Not even them." My lips are so close to his I can taste them. "My brothers told me I couldn't put my hands on you, even though I’m fucking dying to. Promise this will stay between us."
"Okay." Wesley squeezes my dick.
"And one more thing." A growl escapes me as I stare into his eyes. "I'm your protector now. Your man. You don't fuck any other man but me. You don't do so much as look at them."