Wrath (Sinful Secrets, #4)

by Ella James

When I was sick, you took care of me. If you’re sick, nothing feels good; you’re in pain. And you’re saying I can make you feel better? I’d do that all damn day. All night, too. I’ll suck your dick ten times a day if you want. If I can cure depression for you with a blow job, sign me the fuck up, baby. You got nightmares but I make them better? I’ll be your drug. You think helping you feel good could ever be a burden to me?”

don’t want to be.” He squeezes his eyes shut, and more tears drip down his cheeks. “You could never be.”

“You think knowing you’re hurt like this makes me want to do any fucking thing but try to help you feel good?”

“Listen, angel. I can’t drive a car. That make you wanna ghost me, kick me to the curb? Do you want someone who can be more fun at college? Someone whose brain doesn’t sometimes just do weird shit?”

“No.”

“Do I seem shallow to you?” I ask softly. “No...

“I’m ...

“You’re my guy now. I’ve...

“You’re my guy, too.” His arm wraps around me. “I’ll try not to fuck up again. I don’t want to make things hard for you.”

“How long will it take you?” I ask, rubbing his erection. “Not long.” “Lie on your side,”

I’ll do the same thing, and we’ll sixty-nine it like we did that one night.”

His mouth captures my cock first, so when I gobble his tip down, he groans around my erection. He sucks me just two times before I feel it start to tingle, my eyes rolling back in my head. I go at him harder, vowing to make him come first, but when he groans...

We come at the same time, both choking a little, stru...

“Let’s get in together,” he says. “I won’t wash my hair, so when your mom wonders who she heard in the shower, she’ll think it was just you in there.”

“Take care of yourself today,” I tell him. I squeeze his thigh, and Ezra’s eyes well up a little. “You take care of yourself,” he says. “Let’s leave for lunch.” “Sounds like a plan.” One more hand squeeze, and we’re out of the Jeep, going separate ways. I feel like my heart’s sprouted legs and walked off. It’s a weird and nervous empty sort of feeling. And I think I sort of fucking love it.

Ez is on me like a cape. He’s got one arm slung around my shoulders and another shoved under my pecs. I crack one eye open, smiling into my pillow as I realize he’s lying on his side hugging me, with both of his legs sandwiching my right one.

“Hey there, angel.” He brushes his lips over my temple. “Hey yourself. Sorry I was on top of you.” “My favorite way to wake up.”

His is tentative but sincere. I can tell it’s a little bit of a reach for him sometimes, still, with me. Like it takes a lot to put himself out there.

He shifts his hips, and my eyes go to his morning wood. “Fuck,” he murmurs. He lies out on his back, and now he’s rubbing his erection. I adopt the same pose. “I could help you with that.” He g...

We start jerking one another, and we’re both so hard that by the time I think we should be sixty-nining it, my balls are drawn up and he’s blowing all over my hand, and then I’m spraying ji...

“Nah,” he says. “Let’s get a towel or something. I’m hungry as fuck.”

"So that's the best breakfast spot in town, is it?" "Oh yeah," Mills says. "The one non-locals don't know about." "Are there a lot of non-locals down here clamoring for breakfast?" "Shut up, Ezra." “You love me.” Miller’s face goes beet red, and I can’t stop a cheesin’ grin. I pinch his check, and he grins down at his lap. I cup his neck with my hand. Warm neck.

“I do,” he rasps. “Love you.”

“I love you too,” I murmur. I grab his hand. “I really do. It’s hard to say, though.” Miller pulls my hand to his leg. “Why’s it hard?” “I don’t know. I guess nobody really says it much around me.”

been wanting to say it for a while.” “You have?” It’s whispered. “Yeah.” He gives me a funny little flat-lipped look. “Probably sooner than would’ve been wise.”

“Confession time?”

too.” Miller grins. “Maybe we should try it again. Just for practice. I’ll go first.” He looks into my eyes. Then he squeezes my hand again. “I love you.” I rasp, “I love you, DG.” “I love you more,”

“Well…you can’t.” I give him a big smirk that’s fighting to become a grin. “Because I love you more.”

Miller folds my hand between his and kisses each one of my fingertips.

“I want you,” he whispers, sucking on one. It makes me groan, so he stops, grinning wickedly. “I can pull over,” I whisper. “Not yet.”

Hi, no one’s held my hand since I was like six. No one’s touched me in a few years except nurses and a lot worse. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

My heart rate kicks up as I wonder for a second if something is wrong, but then his free hand grips my shoulder and his mouth covers mine.

Somehow, the movement makes us both fall over. Miller ass-plants on the floor while I end up between his knees. He leans up to kiss me again, moaning as his tongue licks into my mouth.

I’m so fucking consumed, I feel dizzy as I lean on one arm and rub my other hand over his bulge. His hand squeezes my ass, and I groan.

Miller wrenches his mouth off mine. “Sorry,” he breathes. He shoves me up against the cabinets, so I’m the one who’s sitting back against them and he’s straddling my outstretched legs, stroking my neck and shoulders, kissing my cheeks. “Is this okay?” I answer by kissing his mouth. I don’t know how good I am at thi...

“Can I?” he breathes. “Touch my dick?”

“Yeah. I wanna touch it.” “Please, dude.” He grinds his palm over my cock as his tongue…shit, it’s sort of fucking my mouth. I try to fuck his back, and then his hand is in my pants. Both his hands are breaking into my shorts as his mouth runs the show. Who knew Miller would be such a skilled kisser? “Fuck,”

“Good?” “Too good.” He laughs. “I’m about to jizz my pants.”

“Can I suck you? I know it’s hard on the floor. I—” I push his head down in answer, rough at first but then more gentle so he doesn’t feel manhandled.

He gets my dick out pretty damn fast. When he gives the first suck, I shiver. “Okay?” he whispers. “Oh yes.”

I’m rubbing his hair, his arms, stroking lightly as my back aches from the hard floor and my dick throbs and my balls feel so good I can’t help a loud groan. Then he’s going harder, taking me in deeper, and I’m fisting my hands on to...

“Pull my hair if you want.” “What do you want?” I laugh, and it turns into a groan as ...

“I lik...

It feels so good, I give in and grip his hair. “Mills…” He goes harder, faster, with his cheeks sucked in and his tongue curling and ...

As his fingers work my balls just right, I feel the pressure of his tongue’s tip in that little slit where precum’s oozing. His tongue laps around me as his hand starts pumping my shaft faster. His hand on my balls squeezes again, and it’s all over.

I come like a fucking star exploding. It’s uncontrollable. I don’t think I’ve ever blown so hard. I’m steamrolled by pleasure, groaning as it grips me everywhere—and I can feel Mills swallowing. My shaking hand goes to his throat, and I can feel him inhale between swallows. I try to pull out, make it easy on him, but he sucks me deeper.

I shift my hips so I can rub between his legs with my knee, and I find his cock hard as all hell.

“Somebody wants it.” “Need it,” he rasps. “But you might be sore from the floor.” His eyes search mine, looking concerned, even as they’re glazed and sagging shut. “Shut the fuck up, Millsy.”

I laugh and pull off my shirt, ball it up and hand it to him. “Lie on your back. Pants down,...

“You’re hung like a horse, Josh Miller.” I get on my knees between his legs, pulling my boxers and my shorts back up over my boner. “Don’t do that,” he says.