Oliver

Chapter 13

Thirteen

HUNTER

I go to him as soon as the word leaves his mouth. As quickly as I can, I undo the cuffs and let him free, then slide the prostate massager out, setting it aside. I gather him in my arms and hold him as he curls into a ball, sobs wracking his body.

“I’m here, Oli,” I tell him. “You’re safe, baby. I’m right here.”

I hold him for hours and he cries himself to sleep.