Page 105 of Boy of Ruin
I grip his hips, warmth flooding through me as he fucks me, staring at me as if I’m the only thing he gives a single fuck about in the world.
“Say it, Sid,” he grinds out, and I know he’s close.
I know he is, but I am, too, and I want us to come together.
The slick sounds of his thrusts as he fucks me are pushing me closer, and his fingers tightening around my throat even closer still.
I arch my back, gasping as he angles his hips again, hitting deep, my knees nearly touching my shoulders.
“Say it,” he snarls, his words vicious now as he stares at me and I try to catch my breath, but it’s becoming harder to breathe beneath his hand.
“I love you, J,” I gasp, shortening his name for only the second time in my life. Because for me? He’s always been both. My brother, Jamie, protecting me from our childhood horrors. And this man inside of me, finishing in me as he gasps my name, and I come under his hand for the second time.
Jeremiah.
Jeremiah fucking Rain.
I love him.
I love him, and I’ve spent too long trying to deny it.
But as he collapses on top of me, holding me close, both of us spent, I close my eyes, and he whispers in my ear. Words that make me remember.
I might love him.
He might love me.
But if I fucked him over, he wouldn’t let me run again.
He’d fucking kill me.
He literally said just that, after the first time.
His hand comes to my belly, possessive and nearly painful as his mouth finds my ear. “Don’t you dare let this make you run.” He licks his way around my lobe. “We’ll raise it, together.”
I drift off into sleep not long after, but all I can see behind my closed eyes, infecting my mind, is what Lucifer would do if Jeremiah Rain dared try to raise his child.
My mouth is dry, my nose running—the fucking irony—when I bring the phone to my ear, my eyes still closed tight as I roll over onto my back.
“What the fuck?” I mutter into the phone. It was Mav’s ringtone. The only one besides my fucking wife’s set to ring out loud, but when she left me to go suck her brother’s dick, of course she didn’t bring a phone.
“Get up.” Mav’s words are cold, but there’s something else lurking underneath them, causing my pulse to speed up.
Still, my eyes feel like they’re glued shut. Last night I…
Fuck.
I don’t want to think about what I did last night. I fling my forearm over my brow, keep my eyes closed as I try to swallow. “What the fuck time is it?” I growl at Mav, wondering why the hell he’s calling me.
“It’s four.” His words are a snarl. “Now, I need you to get. The fuck. Up.”
I yawn, not bothering to stifle it. He needs to know he just woke my hungover ass up and even though I got fucked quite a few times last night, by two girls at once, I’m not feeling ready to get the fuck up.
Not at four in the morning.
Not unless—
“She’s near you.”
