Page 18 of The Wayward Sons & the Seattle Sirens

“I can’t—”

“You can,” she insisted. Before I could say a fucking word otherwise, her mouth was back on my dick. Hot, wet, and commanding. My heart pounded erratically in my chest as my breathing turned ragged. I wrung my fingers in her hair and let myself fall into the wild sensations she sent off in every molecule of my body.

Thrusting into her mouth, I chased my release. Her nails dug into my thighs as she took every inch that I gave her. My muscles were wracked with tension while the heat and pressure in my spine were damn near painful.

I was right there, dangling between torture and bliss. I opened my mouth to say something but not a sound came out. Instead, I exploded. My fists tightened in her hair as my dick jerked in her mouth, shooting cum down her throat. She swallowed every drop with a greedy moan that vibrated all the way to my balls and nearly took me out by the knees.

When I had nothing left in me, I sagged against the wall. Exhaustion and euphoria clouded my head. I let go of her, running the pad of my thumb down the side of her gorgeous face. She leaned back on her heels and fluttered her lashes at me. In the dim glow of the club lights, her blue eyes practically glowed. Fuck, she looked like an angel.

An angel with the mouth of a sinner, but it still counted.

“Do you want more, Gray?” Journey asked, her voice barely a purr as she stared at me.

“I want all of it, baby,” I admitted. “Whatever you’ll let me have.”

“Then I’ve got something real special for you, honey. I promise.”

CHAPTER 14

Ifollowed her up the two flights of stairs like a goddamn puppy dog. I would’ve gone anywhere with Journey. But when my feet hit that top step on the third floor, an unexplained dread weaseled its way through my core. I stopped, and so did she.

“Somethin’…” I shook my head. Words stuck in my throat, and my tongue was too thick to talk. I tried to take my hand from hers, but her fingers laced through mine and held on tighter.

“It’s okay, Gray.” Journey’s voice swam in my ears, barely penetrating the haze in my mind.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the hell was wrong with me?

Her lips touched mine. Every bit of anxiety I had vanished into nothingness. I leaned into her with a moan. Fingers wrung in my shirt and held me close.

“Good boy, Gray,” she whispered. “Stay with me. Okay?”

I just nodded, unable to form a damn thought to save my life. Hand-in-hand, I let her pull me forward. My legs were lead as I followed blindly.

Right, left… right, left… one in front of the other…

“Sit down, sweet boy.” Her hands trailed down my sides and gently pushed me back. My ass hit a soft surface. The weight of everything carried me until I hit a pillow. I groaned, sinking further into it.

No… no…

Did I say that out loud?

My mouth was so… weird. Words felt weird.

“Relax, Gray,” she said. I shook my head and tried to sit up. Did I try to sit up? Was I even moving?

“He’s strong,” someone cut in. Who? What was…

“Stop fighting me, Gray,” Journey ordered. “It’s okay. Just breathe. Think happy thoughts.”

Happy…

“Happy place…” I muttered, my head rolling to the side. A flash of a face ebbed into the darkness of my mind—handsome and familiar. “Happy place…”

Something pricked my arm, and I couldn’t flinch.

“Happy place, Ryder…” I whispered. A comforting warmth spread under my skin. My body relaxed, melting. That face sharpened. I knew that face. I adored that face. “Cardigans… baby, we need cardigans…”

Ocean waves echoed in my ears, soothing and welcoming.

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