Wrath (Sinful Secrets, #4)

by Ella James

“I kept looking at you,” he whispers. “I kept looking at you,”

“Couldn’t take my eyes off for a second. It was honestly...an art. Every week, I feel surprised again. And nervous again. But mostly surprised. You’re like a machine.”

Then he takes my hand and squeezes. Then he brings it to his dick. “Feel that machine?” he murmurs, pressing me against him. “Oh shit.” He lifts his hips—even as he’s driving us out of the lot. “You...

“Pull over at the basebal...

I play with his dick till we get there, snickering at...

“You’re already halfway there,” I tell him. “And so am I now.” Ez leans over, rubbing me, so we’re rubbing each other...

but I want to taste him, to feel his soft cockhead in my mouth. I suck him in, and I’m rewarded by him tasting ...

“Fuck,” I whisper, pulling off him. “You t...

the rim of his head and that little soft spot on the underside. I know it’ll drive him crazy, and it does. He’s holding my head, groaning. When I start to pump his shaft, I reach my middle finger down to rub over his balls, and I can feel them drawn-up, tight and ready.

“Mills,” and comes in a hot burst down my throat. His body shudders, and he groans again and wraps an arm around my back. “Oh fuck.”

“Get in your seat,” he rasps, and I do, and he leans down and pulls my dick out, wraps his mouth around it.

have the idea that he might be too tired to blow me, but he does an all-star job, and I come in about forty seconds. When he’s finished swallowing, he hugs me long and hard before he sits back up and wipes his mouth. “Best post-game meal I ever had.”

“Feeling like we’re a couple,” I confess. “We are. You’re my Miller.” He hugs me tighter. “I can’t let you go.” “I don’t want you to.”

“You’ve gotta tell me if it gets to be too much.” “If what does?” I can feel him exhale slowly. “Me.”

“You could never be too much. Could never be anything but just right. Everything that I was wanting but I didn’t even know it. Never let myself think of it. I figured I wouldn’t find someone till I left Fairplay. If then. Last time I saw Arnie, he told me he’s hooking up with lots of people up at Bama. On...

“Of cours...

“I don’t want that either.” He looks behind us. “You think anybod...

“You care if I use your lap as my pillow?”...

“Noticed no nightmares again last night,” I whisper.

“You’re good for me.” “I don’t think I do much.” “You do so much,”

He runs his hand under my shirt and then around my side, holding my hip. His hand comes back over my belly. I squeeze my eyes shut. “Not as cut as yours.” My lips twitch.

“You’re perfect.”

“Every fucking freckle...” He gives my cheeks little, soft kisses. He kisses my temple. “Your soft hair. Wavy hair.” He kisses my forehea...

“Too perfect. Tempting. Something that I couldn’t have. A...

“But I wanted you. So fucking bad. It was fucking me up. So I start...

“You deserve the best.”

hair. “I forgive you, angel. You are the best.” “When we get to college, if you want another—” “What the fuck?”

“Angel.”

don’t want another guy. In college, it’ll be like right now. But ...

“More time alone. Someone needs to get an apartment and we can live there all the time.” His eyes look wide. ...

“Yeah. Of course. You’re all I want.” He kisses my jaw. “Only my Miller....

“What’s gonna happen under my sheet, bruh?” I ask. “I’m gonna choke on one of those fangs.” “Maybe my mouth isn’t going for your mouth.”

“Miller.” He glares. “This is sexy. Do I look like a funny vampire?” Now I’m falling on his right arm, laughing my ass off. “You’re going as a hole,” he says, “so you have no right to laugh.”

“You think you can hurt me, Millsy?” His fangs nip my earlobe. “Remember who’s bigger now.” He starts sucking my earlobe, which gives me an instant boner. “Fuck,” I whimper. “That’s what I’m gonna do with you,”

“Mills?” he says again, softly. “Yeah, angel?” He hugs me hard, whispers, “I love you.”

“I love you.” I see his smile in the moonlight. “I love you too.” I kiss his cheek. “Pretty angel.”

“Did you get a toy?” His eyes widen on that. He’s been trying to convince me to get something he can push into me. “Sort of.” I grin. “It’s…a toy for the shower.” I look at him, and he looks at me. And he realizes what I’m saying. “What?”

“We have this place to ourselves tomorrow. I thought I could use it. And then…we’ll see what happens next.”

“I’ve got you,” I whisper, and he says, “I know,” and wraps himself around me. Then he sleeps through the night.

“I’m scared I’ll hurt you. I’ll be careful. God” —he laughs— “I swear I’m gonna come. I want to be in there. But you can still change your mind.”

“I know.”

“I’m okay with what we’re doing. More than okay. I love putting my fingers in you...

“Do you want to do it?” “Yes,” he whispers. He reaches down and cups his bulge, which is straining against his pants. “I...

“I want it,” I tell him. “When we do the sixty-nine thing…it feels so good. With your fingers. And your mouth.” I laugh.

“Fuck, Mills. When we get back, just do whatever you need. We can do it. Then you can eat. I don’t want you not to eat because of me.”

“I’m gonna go crazy waiting.” “I’ll be fast.”

My dick’s hard just thinking that I’m about to go downstairs in just my briefs and let him know it’s time to come up to the bedroom. I go out my door and Ezra is there waiting, sitting in the hall up at the top of the stairs.

“You still feelin’ it? Because it’s okay if—” “Yeah.”

“Let’s start with sixty-nine…with your hand,” I say. “I’ve g...

he starts finger-stuffing me, with a lot of lube. He sucks me slow and light, I guess so I won’t come. He works lots of lube into me—so much that I can f...