Page 29 of Hades

“My name. It’s Hades now. Not Kyle.”

“Huh.” Then she smiled, and it hurt his belly, twisting it into cruel knots. “Trust you to have a nickname about the god of the underworld. It couldn’t be something cutsie?”

Cutsie? The fuck. Was he a puppy? He smirked a little bit at her amusement. “Not my style.”

She sounded wistful looking at him, roaming her eyes over him. “No, it’s not.”

“Are you going to tell me why the visit outside my place late at night while your man is away, and you are days from making your vows?”

“Being back in town brought a lot of memories up for me. You. Me. School. Those weekends.”

His voice was stiff. “We didn’t exactly go to the same school, miss private everything. Or have the same circle.”

She smiled. “No, we didn’t. But you know what I mean. It’s been years since I last saw you, Kyle—Sorry, it’s difficult to think of you as anything other than Kyle.”

Not surprising since she used to scream it into a pillow.

He waited.

“I just wanted to look you up—”

“In the middle of the night?”

“—because I’ve been thinking of old times lately.”

“I doubt Zach the baseball player would like that.” Hades was laughing internally. That poor schmuck.

He lay money on him not knowing how hard Dana liked it shoved into all her holes until she could taste cock in her throat for days. He bet they only fucked with the lights out on a Friday. Hades nodded to himself, the smolder melting into a smug expression. Dana wanted a last fling with the kind of sex she’d once craved before she signed on the dotted line for a boring existence.

She was even more beautiful. Maybe lush and curvier in the hips and when he let his head fall down an inch she still smelled like he remembered, something sweet mixed with a hint of floral. Back in the day it always got his dick hard.

But that wasn’t difficult. A gentle breeze got him hard when he was fifteen.

Now it hit him like a train to the abdomen.

“Wow. I can’t get over how big you are now. You look really good, Kyle.”

He let his name go.

Like a pussy, he wanted her appreciating his body he’d worked hard to achieve.

“You could do those muscle competitions I see on TV.”

Zach the baseball player not as big as him, then. A smirk pulled at the edge of his mouth. It was petty, and he didn’t know the guy, and still he felt his chest inflate with pride.

Ego was a helluva drug. It pumped through his veins and flooded him with endorphins. This waif of a girl, a girl from his past life standing before him with a look in her eyes not easily masked.

“Dana.”

She blinked and looked up from ogling his collarbone where his jacket was open at the neck and she could see the tightness of his shirt and the hardness beneath.

Shyness colored her tone when she replied and made his dick rouse. “Y-yeah?”

“Did you track me down to fuck you?”

He didn’t think embarrassment had a sound. But it did. It came out of her throat the same time her fingers rimmed her neck and she took a big gulp of air. “I—it’s not like that, Kyle. Really. I,” and then. Her voice quivered, but she met his eyes. “Yes. Yes, that’s what I want. One last time. For old times’ sake.”

Hades couldn’t help it. He began to laugh.

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