Page 71 of My Skin Begs You Please

A sudden keen interest in seeing his room came over me. “Sure.”

He took hold of my hand, and I realized I’d never held it before. Not like this anyway. I’d clenched it in passion or in emotional support, but this was just simple, common touch. His fingers slid easily between mine, and I nearly brought them up to kiss the backof them.

I didn’t, though, and not just because there were already plenty of people staring at us with less than friendly expressions. But because I knew if I did, then it meant I was a goner. That hadn’t been what this between us was going to be about. I’d thought it was going to be about BDSM, about keeping him from hurting himself in other ways, about comfort and cum—

Fuck it.

As we stepped onto the elevator, I did pull his hand up to my mouth, and I kissed the soft back twice.

Minty stared at me like I was someone he’d just met. I guess, in a way, I was.

The hallway down to his room was empty of people, but still quite loud. Dorm room doors were open and music, television sounds, and chatter poured out from most. Several guys had girls in their rooms, in their laps, or in their beds. No one said anything to Minty until he was keying into his room.

That was when a big guy stepped out from the bathroom across from his door, halted his steps as soon as he saw Minty, and then cut murder-eyes toward me.

Minty, for his part, hadn’t noticed him yet, but when I raised a brow at the big guy pointedly, the fellow sneered.

I figured he was just another homophobe, an asshole for sure and bigger than me, but probably too frightened to take me—a grown adult—on. I was right in a way, but in another way, I was wrong.

As Minty’s key finally engaged, Jerkface stepped up between us and used his meaty arm to block the entry. Minty froze, his body going tight and coiled, his expression passing through an odd mix of fear, worry, and bittersweet sadness.

“So, this guy’s the reason you aren’t coming to my room for your usual beating?” Jerkface asked so quietly that no one but uscould hear his words.

Minty cleared his throat, lifted his chin, and put on the tough guy persona I’d glimpsed so many times since we’d met—and had the pleasure of breaking apart. He said sweetly, “If you want to suck his cock, Kyle, I’m sure all you have to do is ask.”

Dickhead sneered. “As if I’d ever—”

Minty’s expression faltered, and then he said quietly. “I’m sorry.” His head inclined toward me. “You’re right. He doesn’t want me to see you—and so I can’t. I know what we did together meant a lot to you, but—”

“It meant nothing to me,” the guy spat out, jaw tensing and releasing as he glared at Minty. “Say that to anyone, sayanythingto anyone, and I’ll kick your ass.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Minty said with a wink, flirting with the bastard.

My stomach went acidy.

“But I’m not the one stalking you in your dorm, now am I?” Minty murmured. “People will talk if they see you with me, and we know you don’t want that.”

For some fucked-up reason, it sounded like Minty genuinely cared about this Kyle guy’s boundaries. This had to be the asshole he’d been letting use him, the violent prick who’d choked him and hurt him recklessly.

My hands balled into fists.

Kyle swiveled his head around looking to see if anyone was watching. Only one other guy was out in the hallway now, but he had his nose in a book and wasn’t paying any attention.

“I wasn’t stalking you. I was visiting Stanley,” Kyle hissed, motioning at the room next to Minty. “He’s a frat brother.”

“Stanley went home for the weekend.”

“I didn’t know that, or I wouldn’t have come over.” Too defensive. Full of shit.

“Mm-hmm.” Minty patted his arm. “Doesheknow about your love of my hot boy-pussy?”

“I will kill you.”

“Hey,” I interceded, putting my arm out between the two of them. I didn’t like how he was leaning in, getting in Minty’s face, teeth bared like he might fucking bite. “My guy here doesn’t want you around anymore, got it?”

“Your guy? You a fag or—” Kyle growled, turning to Minty. “This guy’s the boss of you?”

“He’s my Dom, so yes. Luke tells me what to do, and I do it.” Minty straightened his shoulders, peering up into Kyle’s face. “So, I can’t be your punching bag and slutty cum-hole anymore. I’m sorry. Truly.”

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