Page 80 of Shadowman
I felt like such a fool. Such a goddamn wuss. What the fuck was I so afraid of, anyway? Myparents??
Who even gives a fuck about those? I mean, I know it’s ingrained in me to care what they think, and despite never amounting to a thing in their eyes, I still wanted them tolove me.
But if they don’t now, then that’s never going to change.
I knew I deserved to be who I wanted to be, and I knew that blood didn’t always meanfamily. I wasn’t convinced that it was all about them… But I was afraid to deal with anything deeper.
My adrenaline was jacked forhoursafter leaving the gym. By midnight, I realized I had no hope of calming down, but more importantly, I had this gnawing need behind my ribcage I just couldn’t ignore.
I had to see him. Whether I could tell him the truth or not, it didn’t change how much he’d flipped me upside down.And after I’d thought I was gonna do it to him…
Racing into Harlem took me ten minutes, and the whole time I was chuckling to myself…Ghost Rider. What a nerd.When I got to his townhouse, I rushed up the stoop, using the spare key he’daccidentallyleft lying around for me after our second night together.
I’ll admit, I was being a lot less stealthy than usual. Because this time, I wanted him to know I was there. I jogged upstairs to his bedroom, out of breath as I stormed inside. Not from exertion, but from…this. Whatever this manic sensation of a million crazed butterflies in my stomach was that I couldn’t ignore for one more second.
He was sitting in the big chair by the window, in his boxers, smoking a joint. I had to stop and just…stare. Because he looked like a dream, and I still couldn’t figure it out. But right then, I didn’t want to.
I only wanted one thing…
Striding over, I didn’t stop until I was wrapped around him like a vine. Straddling him on the chair, running my hands up hischest, and neck, onto his jaw. Our eyes locked, and I felt it. The mirrored yearning.
I tugged my mask out of the way. And I fucking kissed him.
Becausefuckbeing scared.
The sound he made melted me from the inside out; this sexy little whimpering gasp, all jagged and throaty, because he was aman, and he had a deep, honey-coated voice that soothed me. My hands were in his hair, and his were on my face, our mouths moving, tongues lashing.
I had to stop to breathe, and when I did, he grinned and whispered, “I knew it was you.”
It hurts now… It’s a pain unlike any other.
Because I still have all of these memories, just as vivid as if they’d happened ten minutes ago.
I remember standing up and bringing him with me, strapped to my body, his legs around my waist. I remember the urgency in our movements as I brought him to the bed and crawled over him.
I remember him purring, “Tie me up, Byron.”
And I remember doing it, with his phone charger.
I remember pushing his legs open, just like he’d done to Rey, that night when I watched them from outside her window. Except I went into him bare, because he wasmine.
I remember fucking him deep, and hard, but slow, kissing him and fisting his big, pink cock between us.
“Fuck me, baby.” His rough voice still rings in my ears, hushed and dripping with lust. “Nothing has ever felt like this…Uhhh, fuck me there.”
“Right here?” I gasped, kissing his jaw, then his neck, biting down on his pulse while I rippled my hips between his thighs. His dick throbbed in my hand, leaking everywhere. “God, gorgeous, you’re everything…”
“I fucking…loveyour big dick in me…”
“You love it?” I grunted, and he mewled, nodding fast. “In your sweet, greedy little rich-boy cunt?”
He nodded again, with tears tumbling down his cheeks.
“You like how I fuck what belongs to me?”
“Ohh God… oohhfuck!Fuck fuck fuck…” He was moaning and whimpering, long arms stretched above his head.
He was clamping onto me, and Ilovedhow I could read his body already. It made me feel so close to him. Like we were one person.
