As White as Snow (Damaged Devils Book 13) by Charity Parkerson

Author:Charity Parkerson [Parkerson, Charity]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Punk & Sissy Publications
Published: 2024-06-17T00:00:00+00:00

Nightmares plagued him. Even though Snow knew he dreamed, he couldn’t grasp the wisps to understand what he saw. Only a deep sense of unease and self-hatred stuck with him. He couldn’t wake up long enough to shake the feeling.

Warm lips touched his spine, stealing away the despair. Those lips he knew and fantasized about nonstop moved down his back. Chill bumps rose on his skin. His breathing quickened. The kisses moved higher again until they found his neck. A low moan escaped Snow without his consent. Quentin chuckled against his skin.

“You’ll never sleep tonight if you keep napping.”

He wasn’t a dream. Quentin was really there. Until that moment, he hadn’t realized how little he had slept in the last few months. Snow rolled, snagged Quentin’s waist and rolled back again, pinning Quentin beneath him. Laughter filled the air. Snow hid a smile against Quentin’s shoulder at the sound.

“We’re resting together.”

Quentin huffed. “It’s dinnertime.”

Snow blinked. He lifted his head and eyed the clock. “Damn. I really did sleep all day.”

He looked down at Quentin. His white t-shirt and red checked pajama pants proved he had left Snow at some point. “What’ve you been doing? You could’ve woken me sooner.”

“David came by to do a blood draw. There was no reason to bother you.”

Snow settled onto his side. He stroked Quentin’s stomach. “It’s not bothering me. I’m supposed to be supporting you.”

Quentin’s gaze moved over Snow’s face, as if searching for something. “That’s all you do is take care of other people. I want you to rest.” Before Snow could respond, Quentin continued. “On that note, I’d like to establish an account for Pink. We can’t have him out here struggling. I also transferred money to your account. I’m sorry I hadn’t noticed it was empty.”

Snow didn’t know how to vocalize his feelings over that one. He was pissed. Had questions. Wished Quentin wouldn’t do things like that. “It’s not your job to support me. I would appreciate it if you moved the money back to your account.”

“No.”

“That’s it? Just no?”

“Yeah.” Quentin flashed him a meek smile. “It’s my money. I’ll do what I want.”

The problem was, he couldn’t really argue with that. “I won’t spend it.” Until he had caved to pay for Pink’s therapy, Snow had never really spent the money he made from Quentin. That was why everything he owned fit in two bags.

Quentin shrugged. “I’ll have to spoil you, then.”

Snow groaned.

Quentin laughed. “Seriously, though. You wiped out your account to help Pink. All I did was pay you back. You need some new clothes.”

Snow froze. “What else did Pink tell you?”

Quentin made a dismissive gesture. “You two didn’t have identities that would hold. That’s how you ended up at the club. The two of you helped each other survive and you’ve been working nonstop to keep him fed and in therapy. You two have me now. No more struggling.”

“Let’s go to dinner.” Snow couldn’t keep having this conversation. He would rather face the family firing squad.

Quentin blew out a sigh.

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