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“More!” I beg, and I hear him swear.
“Such a fucking good boy! You can take it, can’t you? Take me.”
Yes! Yes, I can,I want to say, but I’m only able to nod.
I want him inside me, now. But his insanely hot words hissed on my lips are followed by searing white pleasure. And I hear myself moaning his name repeatedly while I come and come and come until Rague freezes against me. I hear a door banging against a wall, and I go from high and flying to low and crushing within two seconds. The barely-there afterglow buzz is instantly killed by some distant laughter and approaching footsteps.
I hurriedly drop my shaking legs. Rague lets my hands go and takes a step back. Without his hellish warm body against mine, the coldness of the night seeps rapidly to my bones, making me shudder.
When I look down, I see a stain on my sweats. Fucking hell, I haven’t come in my pants since high school. And then I met Rague and did it not once, but twice in the span of days. My eyes go to his painfully hard dick. I wish I could do something about it, but the voices are getting dangerously closer. I’m really not up for a voyeuristic show and the consequent homophobic slurs at the moment. Not with jizz making my briefs so damn uncomfortable. My wet balls will soon freeze in this weather.
I untuck my tank top and pull it down over the stain, trying to hide it as well as I can. I grab my backpack and haul it on my shoulder. Only then, do I venture a glance at Rague’s face. Half of it is covered in shadow, but I can still see his puffed, red lips. His piercing eyes have turned stormy, giving me a hard stare like he’s trying to see what’s going on in my head.
“Hulk! My man.” The sudden shout makes me jump.
Two clearly drunk guys are walking unsteadily on their feet toward us. Rague watches me for two more breaths before turning toward them. I use the distraction to sneak around the car and disappear into the night.
Only when my breath turns short and I’m sure he isn’t following me, do I slow my steps.
Fleeing like this is cowardly, but what I saw in his eyes…they were laser-focused on me, like he was trying to catch a glimpse of my soul. I felt like the metaphorical deer in headlights, scared shitless. And self-conscious. So damn self-conscious. Because what I have inside isn’t pretty. It’s a twisted mess of despicable past actions and rotten thoughts, and I don’t fucking want to show it to anybody. Ever.
I let out a long sigh. The way he made me come, though. Fucking hell, that had been glorious. And of course, I want more. My full crush has just turned into a fixation.
I hope the long walk home will help straighten out my thoughts. I need to remember my goal. Keep Sully safe. Leave West Garfield Park and Dick behind. Start a new life.
There’s no room for the big, cranky beast and his hard, thick, delicious beauty.
Or is there?
Chapter 5
RAGUEL
I grab my vibrating phone while I pull my pickup over to the side of the road and open the “Foster and not Bros” group chat. The name is a dig at Raph and the way he calls us hisfosterbrothers.
Rami-Mira, have you set a date, yet?
Gabe-I’ll regret this…but who are you talking to?
Uri-Robots can actually have regrets??
Michael-Rami is talking about me and Raph *eyeroll emoji*
Sari-You combined their names, like famous power couples
Rami-Precisely
Me-Miphael sounds better
Raph-Yeah
Gabe-I agree
Uri-Hands down
Rami-Fuck you, Rague. Mipahel, date?
Raph-Tomorrow
