Page 47 of Inside the Maelstrom: Part Two
Evan: Only thanks I need. Make sure they don’t go out on the balcony that inebriated.
I laughed, because even a world away, he was still looking out for their drunk asses.
Me: I will. Tell Viva I love her.
Drix stumbled back toward me. He straddled my lap this time, and the kiss was less sweet and more sinful. His tongue stroked mine, and his hands roamed my chest.
“If you guys are gonna fuck, I’m going to bed. Maybe I’ll take a picture of my dick and send it to Good Girl. She’d like that.”
I snorted. “Hate to tell you this, Sam, but no woman likes dick pics, even if your dick is pretty.”
Sampson slapped a hand over his heart. “Thanks, Otto. I mean, I think it looks imposing as fuck, but I might be biased.” He walked over and slapped Hendrick on the back, who was now busy working his lips down my throat. “Congrats, Drix. You're a free man. Fuck, I’m going to be hungover tomorrow.” He shuffled away, bumping off the walls of the apartment.
Drix’s hands were now under my shirt, and I laughed. “Come on, Drix. We should go to bed.”
He pulled his lips from my collarbone. “Hell yes. Let’s go to bed. Then you can fuck me. God, that feels good.” He leaned back, and I held him tightly so he didn’t fall backwards off the couch and break his damn neck. “Do you hear that, you stodgy old fuck? I’m going to fuck the love of my life! It will be fucking amazing, and I don’t care who knows it.”
My throat clogged with emotion, and I cleared it before I did something like cry. “Come on, you crazy bastard. Let’s go before you pass out on the couch. No one is getting laid tonight. Pretty sure your dick won’t even work, you’re that drunk.”
I shoved him back onto his feet, and moved to tuck myself under his arm, guiding him up the stairs to his room. It took awhile though, because on every landing, he pressed me back against the wall and kissed me, whispering things I would have died to hear since the day I realized he was the one for me. The day I realized that no one, male or female, would ever compare to Hendrick fucking Kenley.
Until Viva. And even then, if I had to choose? I shuddered at the thought.
Finally, I kicked open his door and turned on the light. His room was a corner one, and it looked out over the beauty of Central Park. I’d never get sick of that view.
“Alright, big guy. Time for bed,” I said firmly.
But then he shoved his hand down my pants, grabbing my hard dick. Even drunk, Hendrick knew how to touch me to make me hard as a fucking rock, even if it was a little messy.
I grabbed his wrist. “Dude, you are about to pass out.”
“Mmmnot.”
I pulled his hands from my pants. “Yeah, you are. And as much as I enjoy your hand wrapped around my cock, you’re just as likely to rip it off accidentally, and we are both pretty attached to my dick. So how about we get undressed, and you can be the little spoon.”
He grinned at me dopily. “I like being the little spoon.”
I laughed, helping him unbutton his shirt. He tried to lean down to get his shoes off, and overbalanced right into my chest.
“God, I forgot how messy you are when you get this drunk. Stand still, I’ll do it.” I dropped to my knees, untying his shoelaces, and slipping off one Oxford, and then the other. Then I tugged at his socks while he stood on one foot like an ungainly baby flamingo.
He grinned down at me. “You know, while you’re down there…” He waggled his eyebrows.
I smirked back. “Sure, if you can get a blow job standing on one leg, you’re on.”
He looked down at me stubbornly, keeping one leg raised.
Something cracked and whistled, hitting me on the temple. Fuck, had he just broken the lamp?
But when I looked up again, his cheek was bleeding. That didn’t make sense. My eyes darted around, looking at the hole in the wall beside me. It looked like a…
I grabbed his hand on instinct, tugging him to the ground as another bullet burst through the window, missing him by an inch and lodging in the wall by my head.
“Someone’s shooting at us!” I dragged Hendrick under my body. “HARRY!” I yelled. “SNIPER!”
I pushed Hendrick under the bed, sliding in after him as another shot came through the window. I could hear the stomp of feet up the stairs.
“Turn the fucking lights off!” someone shouted, and the lights went out.
