Never Let Me Go (Inevitably You, #2)

by Lyla Dane

I was tired, too. Just wanted to sink deeper into the carpet, through the floorboards, until the cool earth swallowed me up. Smothered me. Until there was nothing left but darkness and the beat of my heart. Until even that eventually faded. Would Beck hold me until then?

“I’m not really trying to see my first dead body yet so could you just let Beck take you to the hospital? We can come with you, if you want.”

“Okay. Beck went out to get some crutches from an old teammate. So at least you can hobble away and die somewhere else.”

I had a pretty good idea where all his homophobic beliefs had come from, because he wasn’t like that when I knew him. He wasn’t like that at all. I just wondered how deeply ingrained they truly were. If there was a sliver of a chance he could dig them out, like a splinter buried deep.

I closed my eyes. “Why? Why the fuck do you even care what happens to me?” There was a pause, and then he said, “Because no one else does.” His words were true, and it was a truth I’d known for years. So why did it hurt so much?

I stood up, went to the bed, and climbed on top of the covers. I wrapped an arm around his chest and slid the other one under his pillow, resting my head above his. It felt more right than anything had in a long, long time. Holding Gavin was a muscle memory, like magnets snapping together once they were close enough, and there was immense comfort in the easy way I locked into place around him.

I let him slip out of my mouth, raised his legs off me so I could stand up, then shoved the front of my sweats down and pulled my cock out. I spit his cum into my hand and started stroking myself as he watched me. He whispered, “Jesus fuck,” and I was coming in three pumps when he licked his lips and kept his greedy eyes on me. I squeezed his thigh hard, groaning as ropes of cum shot over his legs, his cock, his lower stomach where his shirt had ridden up. Gavin’s fingers went to the cum on his stomach, and when he brought those fingers to his mouth and licked, I leaned over him, wrapped my hand around the back of his neck, and thrust my tongue into his mouth. He moaned and grabbed my shirt over my abdomen, holding me to him as I ravaged his lips. He’d made me feral, just like him.