Page 42 of Pocketful of Us

Biting down hard on my lip, he reached for my hand and placed it on the bulge in his jeans. "Feel that, pretty boy," he growled, tugging on my lip. "I'm going to rip your tight little asshole in half."

"Oh, sweet mother of Madonna. I didn’t think you were actually gay."

"I'm not."

"What?" I pushed his face back. "Then what the hell is this?"

"I fuck who I want to fuck," he explained, pressing me harder to the wall. "And right now, I want to fuck you."

"So, you're bisexual?"

"Two things you should know about me," Seth purred, grinding his hips against mine. "One, I don’t like labels. Two, I like small talk even less."

"I'm here for Sketch," I strangled out, trembling with a mixture of lust and fear. "Where is he –"

"He is where I need him to be. Enough with the questions!" Seth commanded, before slamming his lips against mine again. He thrust his tongue deep inside my mouth, commanding me to obey him with his dominant moves.

And I was ashamed to say that I was lost. I was completely and utterly caught up in the madness as Seth shoved me into a coat closet under the Capaldi's staircase and slammed the door behind us.

Controlling me with his lips alone, he pushed me deeper inside the small space until my back was, once again, plastered to a wall.

Snaring me with his hips, he roughly thrust against me, letting me know in no uncertain terms what his agenda was.

"I told you that I was a third date kind of guy," I panted against his lips.

"Did I give you the impression that I cared?" he shot back, growling against my lips.

Ruined.

This guy was going to ruin me.

"You should know that I'm a lot like that Kelly Clarkson song. You know the one where she sings about not wanting to hook up because she falls deep –"

"While I find your rambling oddly endearing, pretty boy, it's not the time."

"But this is complete madness," I continued to protest and ramble, heart racing wild in my chest. "There's a freaking mad-man on the loose who wants to kill my friend, and for all I know, you could be an even bigger lunatic than your pyscho dad!"

"I am, now drop your pants." He pushed off me and moved for his belt. "I want to fuck."

"And if I don’t?" I breathed, chest rising and falling quickly. "If I know you're a bad dude… what then?"

The laugh that escaped his lips was so fucking sexy, I hardened to the point of pain. "Iambad. But you still want this."

Well shit, I think I finally understood what Ginuwine was thinking about when he wrote the songPony.

I was in some serious trouble here.

Yee-fucking-haw.

My hands moved to my waistband of their own accord, pushing both my jeans and boxers down.

"Good boy." His voice was laced with lusty approval, as his hands moved to his jeans and he flicked the button open. "Now turn around and take me like man."

18

Romi

"There's something I need to warn you about," Mr. Capaldi announced when we drew closer to my old neighborhood – a neighborhood that consisted of our two houses and not a lot else within a six-mile radius. "Something you should be prepared for before you walk in there."

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