Page 125 of Strange Lad

Ican’t keep my hands off him—my lips neither. We are on our second shower, and it’s all sweet touches and kisses; it’s better than anything. Come tomorrow, Oli might regress, but today, I’m showing him the only way I know how that I’m in this for the long haul. I tilt my head into the shower spray so Oli can rinse the shampoo out of my hair. His long fingers massage my scalp as he does so, and I groan.

“I need to go back to my place and check the boys.”

“Shit. We are bad fathers.”

He laughs, gently guiding me closer to him now that my hair is washed. I’ll have to do my conditioner regimen. Curling his arms around me, smashing our soft cocks together, he nuzzles my cheek. “I’m scraping that motorcycle.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Because I never wanted it to begin with.”

I reel back, holding his sides. “You didn’t?”

Shaking his head, he draws circles with his thumbs over my back. “I got it so I could keep myself busy. I knew it was a piece of junk when I bought it, but I have no desire to ride a bike. I’m not Damien,” he says with a cute scoff. “Truthfully, I might start playing again.”

“Guitar?”

“Mhm.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to show me what you’re working on,” I tease him.

“I’m almost ready to.”

“So, mechanic by day, guitarist by night?”

Chuckling, he bites his lip and shrugs, “We’ll see. But if I’m going to do anything with my sobriety, it might as well be something I actually want.”

“I think that’s a great idea, babe.”

“Yeah?” He blushes.

“Absolutely. Anything you want to do, I’ll be there to help make it happen.”

He searches my eyes for long seconds before asking, “How did I get so lucky?”

Cradling my arms around his neck, I smirk, “Because I’m a nosey fucker who doesn’t know when to back off.”

“Youwererather insistent.” That smile. That fucking bright-eyed, beautiful smile makes my heart flutter.

“I’m nothing if not determined,” I tell him through a dopey smile. “I was gonna get you one way or another.”

“And I’ll forever thank you for it, kitten.”

I groan, grinding myself on him. “Don’t call me that while we’re naked. I’m going to want to have sex again.”

Smirking, he palms my asscheeks. “Not so soon,” he purrs. “Your little hole needs to heal first.”

“Kinky basta—” He cuts me off with a scorching hot kiss that ends with me pinned against the wall and Oli on his knees.

Oli

Bottom Feeder

“Why are you walking like that?” Kelly asks Jorge as we head through the precinct parking lot.

He currently has a bow-legged gait, and I can’t fight the rush of heat to my cheeks. I had him again last night—only my fingers, but still.

Jorge bristles. “Why are you watching me walk, creeper?”

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