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He tries to grab me, but I hold my hands up. “We can’t do this.” He frowns, and I love that he’s disappointed. “We need to be smart.” I tilt my head to the open door. “Anyone could see.”

We watch someone walk past before he nods. “To be continued.”

Between Felix and Max, I’m cautious of my movements all day. I keep my head down and my brain on full alert. Kaden hangs with his crew, but his glances aren’t helping me stay out of trouble. Plus, I’m fighting an erection most of the day. The promise of more tonight has me struggling to keep it under control.

I burn off some steam using the gym before heading into the yard to run some laps. Usually, I avoid Kaden’s time out here, but I’m running out of places to hide. The inmates aren’t the only ones watching me closely.

After exercising, I’m pulled up to the governor’s office. I help myself to the grapes on her desk before taking a seat.

“Whenever there’s trouble, your name seems to pop up,” she says, pacing the room.

“I’m just an unlucky guy. It’s not my fault I’m in the wrong place at the wrong time.” I reach for another grape.

“Unless you’re the one causing the problem.” She puts her hands on her hips.

I throw the grape in the air and catch it in my mouth. Taking my time, I eat it before speaking. “What proof do you have? Oh, wait… that would be none.”

“It’s just coincidence you’re at the centre of all the trouble?” She pulls the grapes out of my reach.

“Now wait a minute… centre is a strong word.” My face lights up with a stupid grin.

“I don’t have time to play games.” She rolls her eyes looking unimpressed.

“Then let me return to my cell and stop asking silly questions.”

She slams her hand down on the table. “I’m watching you.”

“Yeah, well then you’re going to miss when the other guys cause trouble.”

She points her finger right at me. The governor has a temper, and it often gets the better of her. It’s easy to push her buttons, but I won’t be giving her any answers. “Get out of my office.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I stand and head to the exit.

“I know you killed Jono,” she says, halting my steps. “That’s right, I know your secret. Don’t you worry, I’ll make sure you never see the light of day.”

I wave on my way out, but my anger rises. He should’ve been mine to kill but I don’t want to take the fall for some else’s work. Why does she suspect I’m behind what happened to Jono? I was careful that day and left no evidence I wasn’t anywhere near him. If I had, she wouldn’t be threatening me. I’d have already been put in front of a judge.

When night falls and I’m locked in my cell, I’m no longer in the mood for Kaden. Instead, I pretend to be tired and fall asleep.

CHAPTER 15

KADEN

Rio’s confessionchanged nothing between us. If anything, the wedge seems to be growing. He’s blown hot and cold all along, but now it’s like he’s had a bath in ice. I’m not an expert in feelings or relationships but I’m pretty certain when you admit you like someone, you’re not supposed to run away. It’s not like I have any of this worked out either.

I’m late back to my cell on Wednesday evening after helping to peel potatoes in the kitchen for tomorrow’s lunch. It’s just a trial, but I’m considering taking up one of the jobs the prison offers. The priest got me the opportunity, which I’ve heard is hard to obtain.

I wash my face in the sink while Rio ignores me. He’s pretending to be asleep, but I’m adapting to his behaviour. He doesn’t sleep much, even when he looks tired.

It’s a warm night, and I lose my shirt, dropping it onto the floor. I swing my legs up, climbing into bed. Once comfortable, I lay there staring at the ceiling. My hands itch at my side with restlessness. Even after peeling all those potatoes, I can’t settle.

I reach into my boxers, taking my dick into my hand. Slowly, I start to stroke while closing my eyes as the pleasure hardens my length. I should try to be quiet but knowing Rio is below meonly fuels my fire. Pulling my hand away from my erection, I spit on it before getting to work on release. The lubricant feels good as I stroke fast. Fuck that feels good. Cupping my balls, I softly moan.

Rio shifts in the bed for the first time. The idea of him reaching for his dick turns me on even more. But that’s not what happens. He carefully climbs off the bed, making minimal noise. We lock eyes, but I don’t ease up on stroking my length.

“Let me see,” he says.

My mouth goes dry at his request. “Lose your shirt,” I say, not slowing my pace. So far, I’ve tried to keep a lid on my desires but it’s becoming more and more difficult.

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