Page 83 of Freeing Souls

Once I help him get his pants back up and buttoned, Grayson spins around to face me and drops down to his knees.

“Fuck,” I hiss when he reaches for my crotch, squeezing my impossibly hard dick through my jeans.

“Now who’s swearing?” He grins at me.

“You don’t have to, Gray. I didn’t do that so you would—“

“Shut up,” Grayson tells me, pulling my joggers down and wrapping his hand around my cock, pumping it a few times before licking the pre cum from the tip.

“Fuck,” I groan and push a hand into his hair, placing the other one against the wall while staring down into his eyes. He stretches his mouth wide and takes my entire cock down his throat.

His eyes water as he gags, and he pulls back slightly before pushing forward again. “Holy fuck.”

Grayson’s eyes flick up to mine as he swirls his tongue around my cock, pulling back and sucking hard on the head. “Do you like sucking my cock, Gray?”

He hums, making me groan and jolt forward. Gripping his hair, I start pumping my hips forward. “Relax your throat and let me fuck your mouth, baby.”

Grayson’s eyes fall closed as he relaxes. He grabs my thighs, holding on as he stares up at me, tears streaming down his face as he gags.

“Fuck, do you want my cum, baby?”

Groaning around my cock, he nods, and it’s my undoing. My balls tighten as my head falls back, and I groan as my cock twitches in his warm mouth, cum coating his throat.

As I look back down and pull away, Grayson swallows and licks his lips. Taking his hand, I help him up and push him back against the wall to taste myself in his mouth. “Fucking hell. Gray baby, you killed me,” I murmur against his lips.

He smiles shyly. “Don’t say that. I think I’d really like to do that again.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Cayden

Picking up my pace, my jog turns into a sprint through the woods on our property here. Within minutes, Bear is trucking along right next to me as we make our way farther down the trail. This is what I needed. Taking out revenge on Tank felt necessary, and doing it with my brothers made it feel not as consuming as I thought it might.

But the second we shoved that knife into his heart and took out someone who had hurt our girl, everything hit hard. I haven’t brought out that side of me in a long time, and I knew I needed to run off this pent up energy.

I want more. It’s like a craving my asshole of a father created. He made me a beast, made sure I would learn to crave it havinglearned how to torture people from such a young age. I’ve never really craved the torture before, and it felt easy to stop when Noah got me away from our father years ago, because I was so young I didn’t know better but there has always been that one thought in the back of my mind.

What if I did it again? Even just a tiny bit. Would I be able to stop? Or would I continue to crave it, want to be consumed by the monster inside me?

Shaking the thoughts away, I push myself to run harder, hoping I can just run this feeling off. I will not regret what we did, not at all, but the fear I could fall into a black abyss is something I don’t want to happen.

Harley

I’ve never felt something slam into me so hard mentally. It was like reality slapped me in the face, really showing me what I need.

But then reality reminds me of many, many things that make it all that much harder…

What if they aren’t okay with it? What if it ends up being the worst mistake of my life?What if it’s the best?

Running my fingers across the kitchen counter at my dad’s house, I think of all the memories this place holds…

Us having dinner together for the first time.

Cooking together.

The many, many times everyone gathered in this kitchen to talk.

Watching movies with my dad when we had the free time.

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