Page 31 of Hopeless Magic
“I think you were right, shouldn’t have ate that food at the whore house yesterday.” His palm runs over his stomach.
My eyes narrow on him.
He might be a better liar than I am.
I guess we’ll see.
Kneeling on the dusty floor at his feet, my fingertips push up his thigh. He tenses from my touch but never breaks eye contact with Darrio.
“You need a minute or what?” Darrio’s voice holds a hint of annoyance.
My palm pushes demandingly against the center of his jeans. Rough fabric and a noticeable hardness is all that can be felt. He shifts, his boots scuffing the tile. I rub more until the harsh sound of his voice clearing makes me smile.
With a quick flick of my wrist the zipper lowers with ease, and smooth skin meets my eager fingers.
My heart pounds, and I watch his face closely as I take him in my hand and begin to roll my wrist slowly up and then down.
I really am a terrible person.
“I—” Daxdyn murmurs before clasping his hands together. “I’m gonna need a minute.” The clipped words grind out.
Darrio curls his lips at his brother’s odd behavior. I lean into Daxdyn’s warm body, pulling at his hard length until his sensitive, smooth skin presses to my full lips. Daxdyn slowly lowers his eyes and shoots me a single, desperate look. Something similar to pain and worry fills his face.
Holding his beautiful gaze, I swipe my tongue across the tip. My lips wrap around him, and I lower them until his hardness hits the back of my throat.
He groans and leans his weight onto the table top, his hands still clasped as he hangs his head low. In a rushed movement, his fingers thread through the back of my hair. Faster, I move against him, my hands gripping his thighs as I hold him to me.
“I’ll be outside. You look like shit.” Darrio’s confused voice echoes through the small room.
Daxdyn’s teeth clench as he nods carelessly to his brother.
The moment the door screeches closed, Daxdyn leans back against the brick wall, his head tipping up to the ceiling. Tightly, his fingers grip my locks as he guides my mouth down his throbbing dick.
“Fuck.” The word’s a rasping whisper that makes my thighs clench together. I suck harder just as warmth slips across my tongue. Every muscle in his body tenses.
When I press a final kiss to his slick skin, he loosens his grip on my now tangled hair.
Slowly, his back slides down the concrete wall until we’re eye to eye. His hands still hold my head. Wide, gray eyes look at me with a mischievous glint in them. I swallow hard and my tongue slips out and licks across my bottom lip.
“You’re,” his thumb brushes the outline of my mouth, tingling energy right through me, “not at all what I thought you’d be.”
I want to reach out and touch him too; run my fingers up the smooth edge of his strong jaw.
But I don’t move an inch for fear the emotions in me will break and come falling out of my tightly closed heart.
As much as I don’t want to, I like Daxdyn. It’s a reckless feeling that shakes through me. It worries me. Caring about someone is dangerous. Caring about someone as careless as Daxdyn is asking for trouble.
The buckle of his jeans clasps once again as he zips up his pants. Then he takes my hand in his, spreading warmth through me from the weirdly intimate feel of his hand in mine. For once, I don’t object. I let him lead me from the room.
When we step foot outside, I keep my place directly behind him, hiding in his shadow from the guards that might be lurking.
We wait for only a moment before Darrio and Ryder join us. Their eyes fall to Daxdyn’s possessive hand on mine.
His fingers slip away from me and he doesn’t give me a second look.
“So?” Daxdyn asks as he raises his palms from his sides with impatience.
Darrio cocks a dark brow at his brother.
