Wrath (Sinful Secrets, #4)

by Ella James

“Did I sleep all night?” I frown around his room. “Just about,” Mills says. “You stirred a time or two, but no real waking up.” “Damn. I don’t remember waking up.”

“That’s good,” he says softly.

My dick twitches, which makes me laugh—an awkward, husky sound.

Mills drops down beside me, wraps an arm around my back, and presses my face to his shoulder. Warm Miller.

“You smell good,” I whisper. “It’s just soap.” I hear him smiling.

kiss his throat. He kisses my lips—a little brush of his mouth on mine. I kiss him back and deepen it, because I love the way his tongue feels. Kissing him is so much better than I ever knew it would be. He pulls away to smile at me and whisper, “You’re an amazing kisser.”

“Ready, Millsy?” He gives me a funny little narrowed-eyed look, like he’s jokingly objecting to the nickname. “What? I can’t call you Millsy?” “I don’t know.”

“I guess I’ll accept it.”

don’t think so. Your car smells like Bubble Yum.” “Then Bubble Yum it is.”

Last night we sucked each other’s cocks and fell asleep together…

“It’s not real Dial. It’s some get-your-dick-up Dial.”

“I can’t believe my soap gets your dick up,” he laughs. “I think I said it was your legs.” “I can’t believe my anything gets you up.” “I know.”

“C’mon, angel. Don’t do that. If you’re doing that, you must be scared. And if you’re scared, you shouldn’t be.”

“Does that feel good?” I ask him softly. “Yeah.” It’s raspy. “This is the football hand, huh?”

“Does it get sore sometimes? Strained or whatever?”

“What do you do for that?” I massage the palm, and he g...

“Fuck,” he groans. “Maybe that.” “Yeah?” I rub between his thumb and forefinger. “Dam...

“Always.” I massage, and he brea...

My hand almost covers his. I trace the veins on the back side of his hand; one runs between his knuckles. “I love your hands.”

“Yeah?” “Yeah.” Relief. “The knuckles and the veins. Hands…legs, throats. Those are my thing.” “Things,”

“This is one of mine,” he says. “So damn thicc.”

“Whatcha thinking, Millsy?” I laugh. “I’m scared of you, too, you know.”

“You should stay away from me.” “Why?” I can’t say it louder than a whisper.

“Because I’m not a good guy.” He smiles again, this one just a fraction better. “I’m not like you.” “Dude, I’m not a good guy either. I’m just normal.”

“I’m sorry I was such a fucking dick to you. If I could, I would go back and change that.” “Could you, though?”

“That depends, I guess. On what else I could change.” “Do you have a lot of stuff you’d want to re-do if you could? In this hypothetical time-machine scenario?” “What do you think?” he says flatly. “I don’t know. I don’t know all that much about you. Even though I want to,” I add.

“Get some rest. I’ll go slow.” A moment later, his hand reaches for mine. “I’ll go with you. If you want.”

“You don’t have to.” His hand tightens on mine. “I will.”

His hand comes back to my leg, rubbing briefly before he needs it to drive. We’re turning left into the parking lot now…driving by the big, red and blue hospital sign.

“Over soon,” he tells me. “When we go, I want a milkshake.” “Me too.”

think it hit him. He was trying to stay awake for you.” “He was?” She smiles. “Just to say bye.”

“Fancy seeing you here,” I manage. “Got your burger.”

“That’s where you went?” “Looks like it.”

“Did you talk to her? We’ve been trying to get you on the phone.” “Different day.”

“What if a meteor falls on our house?” “The odds aren’t the same.” “You don’t know what they are.”

“Maybe you could wear a helmet,” he says as we pass by the antique mall. “Mmm, maybe.”

“Okay, Daddy.” I smirk, shaking my head.

him: that I left the hospital to get his food. I fucking fled the place, then I sat out in the parking lot because I couldn’t go back in.

Only fucking dickheads treat the person they like most in the world this way. The best thing I could do for Josh Miller is stay on the outskirts of his life. Let him do his thing.

Dude clearly doesn't want me anymore. And that's good. Because he's my stepbrother. Jeezus.

Ezra right in front of me. "I got

I'm washing, I have to angle myself away from him. I'm not sure if I can get my dick down without jerking it. But I think about not being able to drive at college, or about having a seizure on the soccer field, and that gets it bendy enough to at least fit into my boxer briefs. I'm drying myself with a towel at the same time he is. Fuckkkit.

"Lookin' good, DG." "What?" "You're putting on muscle." "So are you." He smiles.

"Oh, like how you showered right beside me just now?" "It was a weak moment.”

“I didn't touch you, did I?" "No?" I gesture at my boner. "Now you're fucking with me,” he says. "I'm just fucking sitting here." "Not for long."

and jerks my pants down. Then he takes my dick out of my briefs and gobbles it down. "Oh shit. Shit." He's doing it so hard and...fast. My body shudders at the onslaught of his lips and cheeks and ...

I come so hard, it makes my heart race. Ezra swallows every drop, and when he lifts his head, his eyes are dark and heavy-lidded. "N...

"What, so you can jerk off?" "My balls hurt like hell, and you can't touch it,” he snaps. "Why not?" "Because I don't want you to."

"You don’t want me giving you a blow

"No." He blows his breath into his hands. My stomach drops, cause I could feel this coming. "What is it? This thing run its course, got boring?" ...