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I wanted him more than life itself, but I couldn’t shake off that weird feeling from earlier.
“Because if I start fucking you, I won’t stop, and I need to be on high alert tonight.”
“I don’t care about Mendoza or my father’s enemies, Bazooka,” Luz protested. “I won’t let them dictate my life, and I’m not afraid of them.”
“I know,” I said, caressing his cheek. “But do what I said. Go to bed and wait for me there.”
The fact was, I yearned for him. Even as he left the bathroom with a forlorn look in his eyes, I yearned for him. After I cleaned up, looked at myself in the mirror, and hated what I saw there… I still yearned for him.
When I came to the bedroom, he was lying there so still I thought he had fallen asleep.
“I hope you never catch him.”
I frowned in confusion. “Who?”
“Mendoza. I hope you never catch him. That way, you’ll never leave.”
“You’re sweet,” I said, kissing his nose, then both his eyelids. “You taste sweet.” I kissed his cheeks. “You smell sweet.” I kissed his lips. “I’m addicted. To your taste. To your smell. To the words coming out of your mouth.”
He hugged me tight, shivering. He seemed not only sad, but like a scared animal trying to hide itself from the world.
“Hey, it’s okay,” I whispered, rocking him in my arms. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“I love you,” he muttered the words into my neck. “I love you so much, Baz.”
In the next moment, he tensed up, as if he’d just realized what he’d said.
“No!” he exclaimed, looking at me wide-eyed. “I didn’t mean it! I swear! It was just a joke and—”
“Shh,” I muttered, hugging him tight. “It’s fine. I don’t mind.”
I was lying. It wasn’t fine. I minded, mostly because I didn’t want to owe anything to anyone, and I felt as if I owed him something after those words. And since I couldn’t say it back, because I wasn’t sure I would recognize the emotion if it hit me in the head, I said something else.
“You’re mine,” I said firmly, kissing his lips. “You’re mine, kitten.”
Luz sniffled, looking at me from under his lashes. “Do you swear?”
“I swear.”
It was the truth. He was fucking mine. Today. Tonight. For this moment only, maybe, but he was mine—if only for one night.
Chapter 20
Public Knowledge
Bazooka
I thought my dream was nice, but when I woke up with a hot mouth wrapped around my cock, I smiled like an idiot. My fingers ran through soft hair as I whimpered, trying to rein it in, but after yesterday, I had no self-control left. I gripped that hair before spilling into a willing mouth like a goddamn teenager. A choking sound told me I was fucking losing it, so I eased my grip and slammed my fist into a nightstand.
When I came to, everything was upside down, and my hand goddamn hurt.
“Sorry,” I muttered, feeling dizzy. “Fuck… this was something.”
Luz grinned, looking too sexy with my jizz running down his chin.
“That’s okay,” he said, smiling mischievously. “Wanna stuff another load in my ass?”
Well, if he said it like that…
