Page 57 of Manhattan Tormentor

I’ve wanted no one this way before.

My climax hits me hard. Waves and waves of blinding pleasure. It tackles and twists me up, Sage’s noises rush the ecstasy through me.

It’s an unreal feeling. One that takes me all the way until my climax blasts down my spine and out the very end of me as I finish on a ragged grunt-shove maneuver.

I don’t care how heavy I am on his back, it’s impossible to move. Fierro has killed me in more ways than one. I lie there with my face in his neck, listening to his completion rasps, while I drink in apples.

Apples and sex.

I don’t think just yet.

I can only feel the orgasm still shunting through my system.

Concentrating on the air in and out of my lungs, thoughts start to filter and for once, there’s no sense of dread on the back of them.

I fucked a guy.

The one I’m supposed to hate.

The one I do hate. Ithink.

A hand comes up from over his shoulder and he finds the front of my hair, tugging it. “You did good, queer novice.”

All I emit is a groan, not even rousing my mouth from his nape.

Apples. Sex. And Fierro.

C H A P T E R 15

Sage

“Are you scared about college?”

Finn prowls out of my shower looking like an underwear model as he slicks his damp hair back from his face.

My mouth pools with moisture, and my gut gives a spasm of interest.

Molten fire lick my veins alive when I watch him drop the towel like a slob onto the floor and pull on his boxer briefs. He stops there, and the surprise catches my breath. I assumed he was going to take off. I sped through my shower for that reason.

“Scared? Nah. Why would I?” He plonks down on the end of my bed. The one I had to remake because I came all over the sheets. Scrolling through his phone, he tips his head to look over at me.

“You go from being popular at school to being a no one in college.”

“It’s only a bigger pond to grow in. I can’t wait. Can’t wait to get out of the house.” Confidence oozes out of his voice box and I believe him. I bet this guy has never had a second of doubt in his life. Never questioned his popularity at all. He intends to walk into college and own it.

“You don’t get along with your parents?”

“Does anyone?”

“Yeah, I do.”

Finn smirks and I feel it everywhere. In my fingers that want to yank on his hair again, in my mouth where I need his taste. I want him all over me again.

“We already know you’re a little freak, Fierro.” He leans back and rubs his flat belly; my eyes follow like a pervert. “I’m starving, I’m ordering pizza, what do you want?”

He’s staying.

The shock of it blasts through me and I have to chew the inside of my cheek to rein in a grin. I shouldn’t feel this good.

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