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Do I like dudes? Or is it the adrenaline of the game? Yeah, that’s it. It’s the adrenaline.
“You can do better than that,” he says just before crushing our lips back together, tunneling his tongue inside and fucking owning me.
He doesn’t realize that pressing his lips to mine gave me every right to figure out where he lived, every right to track him down. Every right to do whatever I wanted.
Zandy? Why the fuck did he taste like apples and have a dipshit nickname like Zandy?
“Told you I’d see you soon, Dimples. I think you and I have something to discuss.”
I want to make Zander Braithe beg for me, get on his knees for me. I want him needy and whining and an absolute slut for me. The problem is, once I want something, I can’t let it go until I have it. People might call me obsessed—I would say determined. People might say I’m a sociopath—I just say I’m a man who knows what he wants and what he likes.
“You know what I think? I think you were in here with your hand down your pants, thinking about what it felt like to have my tongue in your mouth.” I lean in, dropping my voice to a husky whisper as I press my lips against his ear. “I think you were in here wishing I’d show up and put you on your knees, feed you my cock till you were choking on it. I think, Dimples, that you kissed the big bad quarterback you hate so much and realized you wanted more.”
Not glob of cum eww
I fall more and more into the idea of seeing exactly how often I can watch Zander when he doesn’t know I’m there.
Huh
Jealousy. It’s a word I’ve never thought about. Something that never factored into my makeup.
Is it considered kidnapping if they’re over six feet and could probably beat the shit out of most people who tried to take them? Abduction? Hm. I think I prefer calling it persuasion. It makes me sound a little less psycho than I know I’m acting.
“I told you, Dimples. You’re going to beg for it… and when you’re a good boy, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be ruined. I’m going to fuck you until you’re wrecked for anybody but me.”
“I’m going to breed your ass, Braithe. Going to come inside you. Fuck, I can’t wait to paint the walls of your pretty hole.”
“Fuck, your mouth. God damn. So wet and hot. Perfect little cockslut. So fucking perfect.”
I’m drowning in him, and it makes me greedy for him.
Zander looks at me like I’m salvation, like he’s caught in the waves of the ocean and I’m reaching out my hand—safety, a lighthouse. I’ve never been anyone’s light.
I feel like I’m trying to crawl inside him, like I’m trying to work my way past his tongue so I can nestle into his ribs and examine the thundering heartbeat I can feel playing confessions inside his chest. If I could see it, maybe I could understand. If I could see it, I’d probably shatter it.
“Only me. Do you get it? If I catch you with anyone else, I’ll fucking kill them.”
“I don’t need anyone cheering me on but you, Dimples.”
I didn’t realize I was becoming addicted to the way Zander cares, but I was. I am. I’m not sure I can live without it now.
It almost feels like a first kiss all over again, because I’m doing it knowing that I want to keep doing it forever. I want to keep him forever.
“Hey, Kerian?” “Yeah, Dimples?” “If I ever see your dad, I’m going to put him in the fucking ground.”
Fucking hell, I really am in love with this asshole.
Like a key to a lock, we fit. Perfectly.
Zander Braithe is still a bottom, even when he’s fucking me, because he wriggles beneath me and strips faster than I thought possible without leaving the bed.
Zander is better than any drug, any drink, any substance I could take. Addicting.
Kerian grabs me by the shoulders and pushes me against the wall, his blue eyes burning with anger and… something else. “God damn it, Zander. I never said I was done. I’m not trying to treat you like shit. I was trying to figure out how to tell you I fucking love you.”
I wasn’t meant for the dirt. I was meant for the sun. For his light. For his smile.
“I love you too, Kerian. Fuck, I love you so much.” He takes my hand and presses it to his chest, where I can feel his frantically beating heart. “You have my heart. Only you.”
“Wanna give me some room, Dimples?” “Not really.” I slide even closer, kissing the back of his neck. “You’re hot.” “Thanks, babe. You are too.” He chuckles and pushes his butt into me, making me laugh. “I mean you’re making me sweat, weirdo. Get off.”
Fuck, it never gets old for Kerian to tell me he loves me. Now that he’s said it, he’s not shy with the words. He says it as often as I do, without hesitation. I really do love that psycho.
