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His.

His.

His.

Lake liked the sound of that more than he should. Liked the thought of keeping Nix there, forever. If the rest of his future were already set, Lake would probably do just that. He was confident he could find a way to convince Nix this was where he belonged. But for now, there was too much going on. Other things that needed his attention.

“Soon,” he promised, though it was unclear who he was making the dark pledge to.

Nix.

Or himself.

Chapter 24:

Nix moaned and shoved at whatever was on top of him, a cool breeze tickling at his skin.

Which was bare.

His eyes popped open a second before it registered there was a tongue snaking its way up his torso, and with a gasp, he shoved again, freezing when he finally focused on the large form lying partially on top of him.

“Morning, Nixie.” West was settled between his legs, lying on his stomach with his arms on either side of him. While maintaining eye contact, his tongue stroked out, lapping at the spot just above Nix’s navel.

“What are you doing?” he sounded out of breath, and when he tried to move, West held him down. “Wait. Why am I naked?”

He wracked his brain for his last memory, and he was pretty sure he’d fallen asleep fully clothed last night with Lake typing away at his tablet. A quick search of the room now, however, showed that they were alone. There weren’t even sounds coming from the bathroom.

“They were in the way so I removed them for you,” West said casually, licking him again. “As for what I’m doing, I’m making my way down your body, duh. I started at your neck, which you seemed to enjoy, but it’s taken you a surprisingly long time to wake up. At least,” he leaned off of him a bit and motioned down with his chin, “parts of you, anyway.”

Nix groaned when he saw he was hard and dripping and covered his face, dropping back down onto the pillow. “Can you please get off of me now?”

“No can do,” he said. “I’m not finished with breakfast.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I am. My time and my place, remember?”

Nix scowled at him, annoyed at them both for that stupid agreement they’d made in class yesterday. “This is Lake’s room.”

“Which is why the only one of us who’s going to blow their load is you. Lucky.” He slid down until his head hovered by Nix’s dick, but instead of touching it, he turned and lapped at the rise of his hip bone. “Lake would be pissed if I got my come on his bed. But your bodily fluids? I’m sure he’ll be all right with that.”

“I don’t think—” Nix gasped and arched his back when West pressed his lips to his inner thigh.

“I’ve been working you for over ten minutes,” he confessed, laughing when Nix’s eyes went wide. “You’re not as sensitive when you’re asleep. You were practically drooling when I came in, too. It was hot as hell. Did you sleep well, Nixie?”

“I…” The words died in his throat as West nudged his dick with his jaw and licked at the base where it met the rest of his body. He nipped on the delicate skin there, chuckling again when Nix winced before moving to plant a single kiss on his tip.

West resituated, folding Nix’s legs up so that his knees were practically at his shoulders, ignoring his protests all the while. Suddenly, his face was at Nix’s entrance, tongue corkscrewing straight past that tight ring of muscle.

The invasion was so sudden that Nix flinched and tried to wiggle away, crying out when that earned him a sharp nip at his balls.

“I like causing pain in the bedroom, Nixie,” West warned. “It really gets me going. Since all I’m doing today is feasting, I’m going to try and take things easy. So don’t push me, yeah? Then we can both get through this with a few minor bruises and, ideally, no blood loss.”

“What?” Nix tried to sit up but was forced back down with a growl and a firm grip behind his knees.

“What’d I just say?”

“West.” He grabbed the comforter, clutching at the material as his eyes tracked a storm cloud through the skylight above. “Please.”

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