Page 83 of Filthy Love

The messy business of love was more trouble than it was worth, he reckoned.

Lawless was a Rubik’s cube. Many faces. Thousands of ways to solve his puzzle and no one ambidextrous enough to twist his way.

“So, I was thinking …” Alex mumbled hesitantly, looking Lawless directly in the eye.

Oh, here we go.

Lawless had operated him so fucking easily. Too easily really, it was boring. But he wouldn’t brag. Not yet. If he got cocky and this all went tits up he would have wasted three whole days and only got a mediocre come-load out of it.

Silence went on and on. Alex expecting him to fill the gap. Lawless just rolled up a brow.

“So, we had fun, right? And I was thinking maybe ...”

“Maybe what, Alex?”

Color rushed into the top of the man’s cheeks. Eyes darting around the bathroom. “Maybe you and I could, you know … like … get together sometime.” One. Two. three. Lawless counted in his head, keeping his face impassive.

The clank of the air conditioning.

The sound of his wife in the other room moving on the creaky bed frame.

Traffic noises from outside making their way through the single paned window.

“Just the two of us.”

Lawless snickered inside. The closet queer wanted more dicking. He had one pounding on his prostate and already panting for more.

“Soon changed your tune, Alex.” Poked Lawless. “Wasn’t an hour ago you said it wasn’t for you.” That was before the guy shot his load all over his wife’s belly when Lawless punched into his prostate with his cock.

Rub. Rub. The tension was abrasive in the miniscule bathroom with the dripping faucet and the cloying air sticking to the damp walls. Lawless enjoyed it inside his twisted, calculating mind more than he should. What was a little fun when you were wrecking a career… possibly a life? Ah well. The needs of the few outweigh those of the many and him and his boys were destined to always come out on top.

You mess with the Renegade Souls only the once then it’s;shit, you seem to have fallen on my sword.

He didn’t have anything personal against this poor, sexually frustrated schmuck, and nor his lovely wife. She was an innocent by product of her idiot husband’s lacking in morality and intelligence and in no way was Lawless and any complicit acts he had to do responsible for her being caught in the crossfire. A man protected his queen. So that was down to Alex.

To test the naughty maggot, he rolled his beefy shoulder, flexing the muscles along his veined forearms and watched the guy’s pupils expand with arousal.

Yeah, dude was a dick chaser. Lawless was like the pied piper for closet submissives these days.

“Yeah, well,” throat clear. “It was fun and all. And, shit. It doesn’t mean anything, right, if you’re with your woman. Like an orgy or something.”

And this guy oversaw millions of dollars. For fucks sake, Lawless almost laughed.

Instead he smirked darkly and rose to his height, he brought a hand out of his pocket, a little white pill between his fingers. The guy widened his eyes. “What’s this?”

“This, lover, is a big ball of fun. Just a little bit of speed to keep us going for a while, I’ve had mine. You want?”

Purposely he shifted his hulking size, pressing his chest to the other, lips curving in a smirk. Letting his offer swirl around the guy like erotic steam.

So easily swayed when he stupidly nodded.

Moron. Never trust a bald guy with bad-news in his eyes.

Lawless dropped the pill onto the popped-out tongue then handed him another before casting his lazy gaze down to the dick poking into his belly.

“You want my cock, Alex?” He asked.

Alex fused with embarrassed arousal. Lawless just bet no one ever asked him outright what he wanted. Secretive queers were exhausting.

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