Page 76 of Worse Fates
Ramy grins, kind but with an edge of teasing. “Very cute.”
Laughing, I flip Ramy off. “Oh, piss off.”
Kai snickers. “I’m surprised. Sometimes you look up at him with these eyes.”
“Oh yeah,thoseeyes,” Ramy agrees.
Forehead drawing in, I ask, “What eyes?”
“How to put this…” Ramy hums.
“‘Let me get on my knees and suck you off, daddy’, eyes.”
I kick Kai. “S-shut the fuck up!” My face is so hot I think I might burst. “I do not!”
Kai snorts and kicks me back.
“I don’t! Right, Ramy?”
Ramy purses his lips, cheek twitching.
I cover my face and drop my head back, groaning. “I can never look at him again.”
Kai’s laughing slows. “But he’s worth all this, right? Lucero.”
The moment stays quiet, neither of us speaking, but words exchange. The feelings I have for Lucero consume my heart and over shadow nearly everything else. To love someone to this extent shouldn’t be healthy or normal, but—I do.
My hand goes to Kai’s and I entwine our fingers.
For Kai? I would break my own heart, I would be brave enough. Strong enough.
“He’s worth it. But…”
From my pocket I pull out something glinting and hold it up.
“If you ever wanna bail, Kai, let me know. I’ve already stolen Lucero’s keys.”
Kai doubles over chortling, even Ramy tossing his head back to laugh long and loud.
Chapter Twenty-Seven - Golden
I find Lucero where I left him on the sofa, and as the door shuts he sits up on his forearms, taking me in. And under his watchful stare I’m left bare. Naked, in every way possible and just for him.
“How’s Kai?” he drawls as I move, drawn into his orbit.
When I reach him, he sits up and draws me between his open legs. Hands cupping my thighs, leaving my legs weak. I grip his broad shoulders for support.
“He’ll be okay, I hope anyway.” I mumble, tracing the defined lines of his muscles. Absently wishing I could brand my fingerprints into his skin, so he’ll carry a piece of me forever. “I wish I hadn’t dragged him into all this shit.”
With his hands on my hips, Lucero pulls me in closer to bury his face in my stomach. Breathing in my scent and kissing me through the thin fabric of my t-shirt.
“I know, beautiful.”
Then he lifts the back of my t-shirt to glide his large lands across the sensitive flesh at my back.
I gasp.
His touch is like grabbing a live wire with both fists. And I feel Lucero’s lips curve up even through our barrier, as his rough hands glide down to knead my ass.
