Page 65 of Bad Cowboy, Tennessee

Fuck it. I want it, and I don’t care.

The moment before my lips touched his he reached a hand up, though, putting it against my mouth.

Stopping me.

My kiss landed on his fingers instead, and I heard a plaintive moan escape my throat, like I waswhimperingbecause he wouldn’t let me kiss him.

He gave me a quick shove with the hard front of his body, putting a little more distance between us again.

His hand was still against my mouth, covering it. His stare was pure warning.

“You don’t want to do that.”

Rage started to rear its head in me. I reached up to pry his hand a couple of inches away from my mouth. I finally spoke. “I’m not afraid to do something with a guy?—”

“You don’t want to do it with me.”

I moved in again and he just pressed his hand up against me a second time. I bit down on his fingers and he sighed, moving them a little, and even the feeling of his fingers dragging on my lips made my cock throb.

“Yes I fucking do,” I said. “It’s all I can think about.”

“Well, stop thinking about it. I’ll stuff my cock down your throat. I’ll choke on yours. I’ll fuck you ‘til you’re a puddle on the bed, or I’ll let you come inside me. But I’m not going to let you fall for me. Notyou.”

I puffed out a bitter laugh. “I’m not falling for you.”

He gave me a grim stare. “Do I believe that?”

“Don’t give a fuck if you do. Just let me know who youare. Kiss me.”

“No,” he said.

I sprang into action, taking his hand and putting it up against the bulge of my cock, showing him just how hard I was.

Draven groaned, pulling in another long breath of air. He glanced around us, looking across the intersection. We were far enough away from most people that they likely hadn’t noticed anything we were doing, but at any moment, anybody could walk down the corner we were standing on.

It wasn’t exactly private.

This was the kind of thing I’d normally never dream of doing in real life, but I’d fantasize about it, edging myself until my cock was raw. But I’d neverdoit.

It was yet another thing that Draven had brought out in me.

More change that I never asked for.

But it’s starting to feel too fucking addictive.

There were some people who just made you do bad things. People that would get under your skin in a way that made your brain turn off completely, making you want things so badly you didn’t have time to regret doing them.

“Come here,” Draven finally said, taking my hand and leading me over past the side of the Hard Spot and toward the back of the building, finding a spot behind two tall trees that was at least mostly shrouded away from the rest of the world. Nobody would usually walk back here unless they were taking a strange shortcut.

Draven shoved me up against the fat trunk of one of the trees.

My field of view was filled with nothing other than him. A canopy of leaves above us, the dim light of the empty, glowing back street behind the Hard Spot far behind him, and us here between two buildings, hidden away.

I was so fixated on his eyes. His dark rows of lashes, framing them, as he looked down and up again, frantic.

Frantic because I’dmadehim frantic.

God fucking damn it.

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