Page 48 of Insatiable Hunger

He nods. “Same, I haven’t had sex with anybody since I was last tested, and it was negative.”

“It’s all good, then. Don’t worry about it.” Once I finish dressing, I glance over at him. “I’m probably gonna go take a quick shower, though, because, you know.”

We both chuckle before he says, “Yeah, sorry about that.”

“No worries. You, uh, sticking around or heading home or…?”

“Ah, think I’ll probably head home.”Thank God.“But we can meet up for lunch or something this week if you want?”

“Sounds good.”

I walk him downstairs before coming back up and grabbing a change of clothes from my room. The house is mostly quiet. The few people who ended up staying the night are either sleeping in the guest room downstairs or in the media room, and they must all be crashed already. I’m close to positive I’m the only one still up.

As I’m grabbing a towel from the closet, the door to my mom and Zeke’s room opens, and I freeze, not wanting to turn around. It doesn’t take long for me tofeelhis presence. It’s larger than life.

He’s right at my back, sucking all the oxygen from the space, and when he speaks, voice low and threatening, I swear my heart stops.

“What were you up to tonight, my little slut?”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Zeke Alvarez

Elias’s body is tense, but the minute I speak, a shiver racks through him. He smells like Jordan. The scent makes me want to shove my fist through the wall.

This evening has been nothing less than torture. Watching Jordan and Elias flirt with one another was bad enough, but watching them go up to his room together—hearingthem in there together—was nothing short of cruel and unusual punishment.

I told myself I’d go to bed, let it be like he asked. But then I saw Jordan leaving from the front door cam, and I just… couldn’t. I couldn’t lie in bed knowing that Jordan’s hands were the last ones to touch Elias. That Jordan’s lips were the last ones to taste him. And above all, I couldn’t sit with the knowledge that Jordan was the last one to be inside of him.

Which is how I find myself cornering him in front of the towel closet at close to midnight when everybody else in the house is asleep. Because when it comes to Elias, I just can’t fucking help myself. He brings out the animal in me.

“Elias,” I growl right beside his ear. “I asked you a question and I expect an answer.”

He spins, neck cranked and eyes narrowed into a fiery glare. “How many fucking times am I going to tell you tonight to leave me the fuck alone? Go back to bed and mind your own fucking business.”

Pushing past me, he saunters over to the bathroom. He’s so confident I’m going to listen—rookie mistake—that he doesn’t even look behind him before trying to close the door. I jam my foot into it, watching as he turns around, eyes wide when the door bounces back open.

Shoving him back, I close and lock the door as quietly as possible as he throws his towel on the counter, palms going to my chest to push me. “What the actual fuck is your problem?” he whisper-yells, anger plastered all over his face.

“You,” I bark back. “You’re my fucking problem. You’re the bane of my existence because you live and breathe with this need to get under my skin, Elias, and it’s fucking working!”

Rubbing a hand over his mouth, he laughs dryly. “You’re nuts. Certifiably fucking insane.”

“I never claimed to be anything less.”

“You’re unbelievable,” he grunts, spinning around to open the shower and turn the faucet on. “Get out. I need to shower.”

Crossing my arms over my chest, I say, “By all means, Elias. Shower. Don’t let me stop you.”

He turns his head, gawking at me. “You must be joking. I’m not showering with you in here.”

“Why not?”

“Because…” He scoffs. “Because that’s inappropriate.”

“You didn’t seem to give a shit about what’s appropriate when you dropped to your knees and sucked my cock last week.”

Eyes narrowing into slits, he spits out, “Fuck you.”

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