Page 84 of Fragments
Now I’m laughing so hard, I’m crying. Shifting, I drape my head and shoulders off the bed. “Parker, come look at me.”
“I don’t want to…” he mumbles while I chuckle.
“My dick isn’t visible, I promise.”
He sighs, and a moment later, his head pokes out from over the edge of his bunk.
“You mean to tell me you don’t like it rough?” I ask him, fully serious.
“Maybe sometimes.” He shrugs. “But notthathard. It sounds like you’re trying to rip it off.”
“My guy’s tough.” I wink at him. “He can handle it.”
“Not that I even want to know, but what’s got you so wound up?” He cocks a brow.
Like I need a reason to jerk off.
But there is something… an image I’ve been consistently seeing in my brain, every day, for the last year, since my arrival here in Alabaster Penitentiary.
His name is Lex Luthor Deon.
And he is oh-so foine.
Even imagining him now, just regular, not necessarily naked and dripping wet from the showers earlier, has me wiggling in bed.
Lexington issexy as hell, and sweet,andsmart. Funny, loyal, very introspective. He’s shy and kind-hearted and three yearsyoungerthan me, meaning he is exactly the opposite of every guy I’ve ever hooked up with in my life.
And I’m fuckingobsessed.
Coming to this prison was an adjustment, as I’m sure it is for everybody. But I’d already thought I was going to die, so I guess being shipped off to a hunk of rock in the middle of the ocean wasn’t as bad. I mean, Alabaster Penitentiaryisworse than death for a lot of people, but to me, it’s not. Because on my first day here, I met some cool people, who have been my friends ever since.
And one of them is a drop-dead gorgeous hacker with the sweetest looking pink lips I’ve ever seen.
Fuck,justthinkingabout them gets me rock hard. Hence the need to rub out the tension frequently.
If we’re swapping thoughts, Lex kind of looks like a pretty skinhead. He’snot, of course. In fact, he doesn’t have a mean bone in his body. Sure, he can be a little grumpy at times, but I blame that one where we are. He had options for the rest of his life. I didn’t.
It was either die in that fire I started at Club Edge, or go to prison. And if Ihaddied, I never would have met Lex, so… I’d say I hit the jackpot.
I know, right? I told you, I’m obsessed. It’s not even normal.
As it happens, that mysterious owner of the Edge? It was actually the same man who runs this prison-centric island. Manuel Blanco,The Ivory.
Or in here,The Warden.
Needless to say, he was pretty pissed off about me burning down his club. Didn’t seem to care that four people died… One of whom was Callum Kade. He was more angry about me ruining his thriving sex business.
On my first day here, The Ivory sat me down in a dark room, with a wall of massive, foreboding officers to my right. He bent at the waist, placing his face right before mine, dark eyes scanning over me in a way that brought up some nerves I don’t usually feel when being assessed.
He’s a very intimidating man, with a look thatscreamsanime villain. Tall, slim, sharp angles. Older, but definitely no more than fifty, which makes his snow-white hair seem out of place. But it more than explains the nickname.
He’s very attractive; cold and scary, with an air of dominance around him like the crack of a riding crop against your skin, meaning he’s everything I’m usually drawn to in a man.
Except that he wanted to murder me. Maybe he still does.
Minor hurdle.
“You cost me a lot of money, Warren,” he whispered over my lips, and I licked them to see if I could taste him. The black diamonds in his eyes fell to my mouth. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
