Page 53 of Serendipity

I traced my hands down over his ass, squeezing the hard muscles and then down his inner thighs, making them tremble beneath my palms. I slipped my hand in his boot and pulled out his switchblade.

It had its own pocket in his custom made boots, and he carried it around like a favorite teddy.

“Do it,” he growled and I flicked out the knife. I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to carve Laura’s name into his flesh before I could fuck him. Every time he would make me do this, and every time it turned my stomach. But I wasn’t capable of saying no. I had lost my conscience when I’d lost Laura too. It would heal in a few hours, but when I was there, fucking him to make us both feel better, the ragged wounds of her name would lie between us.

Maybe my conscience was coming back. Maybe I was finally healing, because when I started carving letters into his back, it wasn’t the L for Laura. It was an S.

G launched away from the wall, intimately knowing how the knife should glide through his skin after decades of this ritual. “What the fuck are you doing?” he gasped, but I pushed his head back against the wall and locked his lower half with mine.

“Laura is our past, G. She was everything good about this fucked up life. But Serendipity is our future, and I need you to pull your head out of your ass and see it. Feel it.” I quickly finished Sera’s name, then threw the knife across the room.

He stopped struggling, collapsing against the wall defeated. I spat on my hand, rubbing it on my dick, and then slipping my hand between us. I circled his tight ass with my finger, slipping my index finger into the knuckle and stroking, enjoying the shudder of pleasure that made his muscles twitch.

But that was all the softness he’d get from me. I pulled my finger out, lined up my cock, and slammed home in one hard thrust. He hit the wall hard, and the feral sound that came out of him made my balls tighten. I pulled out and slammed home again, setting a punishing rhythm, as my fingers drifted from where they were tightened in his hair, down over his shoulders, and then around the front of his body. I gripped his cock hard, tugging it in time with my thrusts. He placed both of his palms against the rough bricks, pushing back against me, taking everything I gave him eagerly. I leaned forward and bit the curve of his muscular neck, so close now I could basically feel the cum surging from my balls.

I leaned forward and licked the letters carved into his back, and he shuddered, shooting hot spurts of cum against the wall, the stickiness running down my palm as he yelled his release. I wasn’t far behind, grabbing his chin and wrenching it toward me for a kiss, as I came hard inside him, only pulling away when the pleasure became too much and my head dropped back.

That's when I caught the flash of movement in the corner.

I turned my head and saw Sera staring at us from the doorway, her eyes wide, her mouth dropped open in surprise.

“I heard... I mean, I’m sorry.”

Goliath’s head whipped around at the sound of her voice. “GET THE FUCK OUT!” he roared, and she skittered away, taking the stairs so fast it was a miracle she didn’t trip and fall.

Fuck. What had we done?

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Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh damn. My heart raced as I fled down the halls, Goliath’s gut wrenching shout still echoing in my brain. I took the stairs two at a time, not stopping until I was safely back in my room, where I could process what I’d stumbled upon. I leaned back against the wall beside the door, calming my erratic heartbeat, the last fifteen minutes like an action movie chasing its way through my brain.

I’d been sneaking down stairs for potato chips, because it was eleven at night and I felt like damn potato chips, and Cain had collapsed onto my bed, asleep before his head hit the pillow. He’d been snoring so sweetly beside me that I didn’t want to wake him up.

When I heard a pained roar, I hadn’t stopped to consider that going down into the creepy basement had been a bad idea. I hadn’t stopped to consider anything.

I’d barrelled down the stairs to the celler, and stopped dead at the sight of Judas fucking the daylights out of Goliath.

At first, given how brutal it was, I thought maybe Judas was… punishing him. The thought had made me feel sick. But I’d watched the way Judas had kissed the other man's shoulders, had pleasured him even though Goliath had been chained to the wall, and it had silenced the shout in my throat.

It was consensual, and brutal, and when I’d seen my name carved across Goliath’s shoulders, I’d wanted to throw up, but I couldn’t look away.

It was beautiful. It was so damn tragic.

The door beside my head suddenly opened, a large tattooed hand snaking in and gripping me by the arm like he had x-ray vision.

I yelped softly, but his other hand covered my mouth. Goliath stared down at me with so much fire in his eyes I thought I was going to burn to a cinder. “What the hell is wrong with you? You’ll forget what you saw and keep your mouth shut,” he whisper-yelled close to my face. As I watched, the scrapes on his face were healing. It was like magic. “What you saw was private. You are not fucking welcome there.”

“Mmmf mmm mmphmm,” I replied, resisting the urge to lick his palm considering I kind of knew where his hands had just been.

An annoyed look passed over his face and he removed his hand. “What?”

“There’s nothing wrong with what was happening down there in the dung- err- cellar. As long as it was consensual. Was it?”

He growled. “Of course it fucking was.”

I shrugged, hoping I looked a lot calmer than I felt. “Then whatever it was is between you and Judas, no one else.” But of their own accord my fingers reached over his shoulders, tracing the wound in his back that spelled my name. Perhaps it was between Goliath and Judas and maybe me.

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