Page 20 of The Spirit Key
“Of course, over five years, that changed. It made me angrier, more resentful. You know the old saying that there is a fine line between love and hate? I crossed it so many times, if I’m honest, I’m not sure what I feel anymore.”
As soon as those words were out of his mouth, he lurched toward me, pinning me once more. He stared in my eyes for a moment, then slammed our mouths together, biting and sucking on my lips. I stood there, too shocked to say or do anything, as he took control, guiding the kiss. When he drew back, his eyes were glassy.
“If you want me to stop, you have to say so now. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want.”
My breath quickened. This was fantasy come to life. “Don’t stop.”
He smiled, then grabbed my hand and dragged me back toward the couch. Once we were there, he pushed me down, then yanked my shirt up over my head and threw it to the floor. His hands, warm and rough, roamed over my skin, kneading and pulling.
I’d dreamed of this. I wanted Tim. He leaned in and put his face in the crook of my neck, sucking harshly on the skin, pulling up what would no doubt be an enormous hickey. The thought of him marking me had me rock-hard and straining, trying to make him touch me. I squirmed, needing to bring our bodies together.
“Stand still or I stop! You had your way for five years, and now it’s my turn.”
I whimpered but stilled all movement.
He latched deft fingers onto my nipple and gave it a sharp tug, eliciting a hiss from me and a deep chuckle from Tim. “When we were kids and we’d go swimming, I’d love how your nipples perked up. They’d tempt me and become part of my fantasies. I wanted them in my mouth, where I could bite them and suck them, where—”
I grabbed his hair and mashed his face against my chest. “You talk too much.”
He gave a wicked chuckle and sank his teeth into the nub, causing me to cry out. He ran his long fingers down my chest, then rubbed my ribs, gently stroking each one. My goose bumps had goose bumps. No one had ever made me feel like this.
My cock ached from pressing against the fabric of my pants. I reached down to release it from the denim prison, when his hands smacked mine.
“Told you, stay still. You always did have a problem following instructions.”
He slid his fingers along the extended flesh, pulling yet another groan from me. Tim fumbled with my belt, then yanked it off in a swift movement.
He leaned in close and whispered, “What would you say if I told you I wanted to use this on you?”
“Yes, fucking God, yes, anything. Just touch me, please.”
“When I’m ready.” Tim stepped away, and I felt the cool air replace his warmth. I whined, not caring that it didn’t sound at all manly. “You’ve got ten minutes to get ready. Rachel took me to get my car, so I picked up supplies on my way home. You’ll find everything you need in the en suite. Once you’re done, you’ll go to my bedroom, strip off your clothes, and lay on your back. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
I flew down the hall to the bathroom. True to his word, there was a douching kit lying on the sink. I had no idea why he assumed I’d bottom for him, but…. Oh, who was I kidding? Him leaning over me, sliding home, and the look on his face as he did—that was my favorite jack-off fantasy ever since I discovered how good it felt to rub my cock.
It didn’t take me long to finish up, and then I rushed to his room. It hadn’t changed much. The walls had been repainted and the carpeting replaced, but his bed was the same, a king-size mattress that had held the both of us when we were younger. Throwing my remaining clothing into the corner, I lay on the bed, my erection throbbing, pulsing with need. I had just wrapped my fingers around it when I heard a growl at the door.
“Didn’t say you could touch. Hands off—that’s mine.”
I let go and placed my hands by my side. Tim strolled across the room like he wasn’t in any hurry.The bastard.I looked at him, hoping to communicate my need.
He gripped my ankle. “Don’t worry. I know what you want, but I’m going to take my own sweet time with it, just like you took yours in coming back to me. When I’m ready, and that could be hours, you’ll get what I want to give you.”
My eyes rolled back in my head. This was going to be awesome.
TIM STOODthere, just staring at me, for a good ten minutes. Unwilling to break the spell, I didn’t move.
He finally stepped over and ran a hand over my leg. “See, you can be a good boy. But you were bad for such a long time, and that just won’t do. You scared your family and those who love you. Do you have any idea what that did to us?”
I wasn’t sure what he expected me to say or do.
“Good, stay quiet. Right now, the only time I want you to speak is if I tell you it’s okay.”
Yes, I should have protested, but seeing Tim like this was hot. He hovered, touching me on occasion, but the thing I noticed was the look of anger that never left his face. I thought this was a game, but seeing him like that actually scared me.
“Tim?”
“I said be quiet!” His voice was sharp and bordered on hysteria. “You don’t get to talk now. I have five fucking years of hurt and anger bottled up inside me, and hearing your voice? It pisses me off. Just lay there and shut the hell up. If you want this to end, you can get up and walk out the door, but don’t think I’m going to let you come back to me a second time.” He drew in a breath. “Right now it’s taking everything in me not to beat your ass. I love you, but I hate you, and I can’t seem to reconcile those feelings. So I need you to shut up.”
