Page 62 of Sinful Like Us
He nods and then holds out his pinky. “I promise we won’t fuck this.” He means forcing my brother on a plane. It’s going to take strength and terrible might. Together.
One hand on Ben’s head, I use my other and hook my pinky to my boyfriend’s. He kisses my knuckles, and my heart rises with a smile that shouldn’t exist.
Yet, he’s summoned one out of my soul. Reaching deeper inside me than anyone ever has or could.
And it’s terrifying.
11
THATCHER MORETTI
One monthinto the twistedTruth or Daregame, and some of the “tell us” questions have been like slogging through knee-deep cement.
Tell us your last sexual fantasy:Jane horizontal on a kitchen table while I pound my nine-inch dick inside her pussy.
I politely answered,sex on a table.
I got reamed for not including,with Jane.
It feels like I blow my shot to hell with every card flip. I piss off or irritate at least one Cobalt.
Jane’s response was more graphic, and I almost smiled when she described me pinning her against the wall. My hands cupping her ass, her legs hooked around my waist, my cock filling her to the brim with each thrust. Her face was bright red by the end of answering, but she did it.
Bolder and better than me.
Thedares, on the other hand,are a cakewalk.
Strip to your underwear and watch Titanic four consecutive times.
Easy.
It took me back to Marine boot camp. Holding my piss while running a ridiculous amount of miles under 20 minutes. Having four Drill Instructors spit-yell insults and nonsense in my ear, their noses rubbing up against my nose while I couldn’t flinch.
Couldn’t talk.
I played this warped game of Simon Says where I’m never right, even when I am, and I still have to jump when I know the smarter route is to stand.
I’m fit for hell.
Semper Fi.
But Jane, the sweetest thing my arms have ever held—she’s fit for heaven. She was restless after the eight-hour mark but she persevered. The good: she was beside me.
The fucking weird: she had to strip in front of her brothers. But it’s not like they planned for her to be a part of the game. And she wouldn’t let them alter the tasks for her.
The cardsalmostmade me forget about the parasite attached to my girlfriend.
Tony.
We’re 4 days out from Scotland, 4 days from executing the twin switch, and security prepping for departure shouldn’t be a war, but it feels like one.
“Back the fuck down,” I growl at a dark-haired, pale twenty-seven-year-old.
O’Malley has strawberry pink lips and snow globes for eyes: round, glassy, and full of shit. Bodyguards always talk about how he resembles that one actor in some airplane horror movie. Cillian Murphy, I think.
I’ve only really known O’Malley since he joined Epsilon four years ago—and no matter what, I would’ve protected him to the end like all the men on SFE. But right now, he respects me about as much as shit in a ditch.
He raises his hands in surrender. Like he didn’t just throw a grenade in Studio 9, the gym lit with fluorescent lights at oh-six-hundred.
