Page 38 of Stalked

“You’re gay?” Zane asks.

Snapping my head towards him, I’m moments from ripping him a new ass. But I’m surprised when there’s no hint of disgust. Only that he’s actually interested in Tobias and if he’s gay or not.

“No,” Tobias answers, pressing his butt against my leg.

“So… you’re bisexual then?” Salem asks, going to stand near Zane.

“No.”

They both look confused, passing a look at each other. I almost laugh when Tobias finally moves away and sits back down next to me.

“I’m confused,” Salem mutters, creasing her brows, glancing between us.

“What is there to be confused about? I’m not gay or bisexual.”

“But are you guys like together?”

They look at me to answer, but I refuse. I don’t know what Tobias and I are. Are we dating? Just fucking? I’m not sure. But thankfully, I don’t have to answer or wait for long before Tobias answers them.

“Yes. I just said he wants me as much as I want him.” Tobias finishes the bread on his plate, draining the rest of his whiskey before standing. “We’re going to bed,” he says, grabbing my hand and pulling me from my chair.

“Uh, it was nice meeting you two!” I yell as Tobias drags me up the stairs.

I stare at the dark ceiling waiting for Tobias to come back in from grabbing our bags from outside. My brain searches for who could be after Tobias, but of course I come up blank because I have no clue what it’s like in his world. I have no idea what this means, none of it. Tobias just told them we’re dating, but that’s news to me. I have noidea how to process him in general. Everything seems to be racing by while I’m rooted to the ground.

I’m too lost in thought to realize when Tobias enters and drops our bags off. It’s not until he’s grabbing at my hand, pulling me up from the bed, that I realize he’s there. “Come, Little Rabbit.”

Guiding me out the door and across the hall, he flicks the lights on before closing the door. My eyes slowly adjust to the brightness, taking in the medium-sized bathroom. Tobias drops my hand, leaning over the bathtub to the shower. Turning it on, the steam slowly begins to fill the room, fogging the mirror up.

Turning around he doesn't spare me a glance before he’s pulling his shirt over his head. My eyes are glued to his dusky nipples, the urge to lick them–

“You keep looking at me like that and I’m going to have a hard time keeping my hands off you.” Tobias breaks into my thoughts.

“I… I can’t help it.”

“Come on, let’s shower. It’s been a long drive and I just want to shower and crawl into bed.”

Nodding, I agree. Shucking off my shirt, we both pull our pants down, breathing heavy. Glancing down, Tobias’ cock sticks out, hard and proud.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath.

“Gabriel.”

“Yes?”

“Shower, now,” he growls.

Yanking me forward, he drags me into the shower. Neither one of us speaks. Instead, we fall into washing each other, his fingers digging into my scalp. Turning the water off, we dry off, brush our teeth, and climb into bed. Lying next to each other, I think he’s asleep, but when a question pops into my head, I can’t stop but want to ask.

“Are you awake?” I ask, turning my head towards him.

“Hmmm?”

“You know I have a question,” I say, rolling over to lie on Tobias’s chest.

“You always do,” he mutters.

“How did you know I was a bottom? I could have been a top.”

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