Page 91 of Lucky Boys
“Found you.”
CHAPTER 35
SKYE
Brooks screamedas I pulled him out of his hiding spot by his hair. It was a good spot. I might not have found him if he hadn’t been wiggling around so much. Then the watch vibrating was the final nail in the coffin.
“Look at my pretty little prize—a fuck, you little shit!” Brooks kicked me in the shin. It was hard enough that I lost my grip on his hair, but before he could get away, I hauled back and slapped him across the face. He stumbled back and fell on his ass.
I smiled dangerously at him. “You’ll pay for that.”
“Fuck you, you fucking creep!” I stalked toward him, and Brooks scrambled backwards, trying to get enough space so he could run.
I launched forward. Brooks kicked out and got me in the gut. Hard. “Fuck.”
He managed to get to his feet and took a few steps, but he was sorely mistaken if he thought he was getting away that quickly. I tackled him from behind, both of us crashing to the hard ground with an oomph.
Brooks didn’t move and neither did I, as both of us had our breath knocked out of us from the impact. It didn’t last longthough, and then he was bucking under my weight. “Get the fuck off me, you fucking pervert!”
I laughed, fully sinking into the headspace. “I don’t fucking think so. I can’t wait to get my fill of a pretty boy like you.”
“Not on your fucking life.” Brooks pushed off the ground with enough force he almost succeeded in bucking me off. But this had been where I’d always shined when I’d still fought professionally, and he wouldn’t get me off him that easily. I squeezed the back of his neck, forcing his face into the dirt below him. He slammed his hand on the ground and tried to kick out at me again, but I had him dead to rights.
I pressed my body against him, dragging my hips along his ass. Brooks moaned, giving himself away. I laughed.
“See, little rabbit. You’re trying to fight it, but listen to you moan like a little slut. Don’t lie to yourself. You want this.”
I dragged his head up so he could answer. “Fuck you.”
“Is that all you know how to say?”
I adjusted my position so I could pull his pants down. I got them about halfway before Brooks’s fight came back full force. He dug his nails into the wrist holding his hair, hard enough to draw blood. I let go. “Ahh, fuck.”
He somehow managed to twist around so he was facing me and slapped my face. Well, he tried to. I caught his hand easily.
“Come on, is that all you got?”
Brooks spit in my face. “I haven’t even gotten started, fucker.”
“Oh, you’re going to pay for that.” Still holding his wrist in my grip, I wiped the spit off with the back of my other hand. Brooks tried to hit me again and grazed my face, but I was able to grab him. I pinned his wrists above his head on the ground.
“Now, come on, pretty boy, stop fighting this. I can tell how much you want it.” I thrust my hips so my cock dragged alonghis. Even through two layers of pants, I could feel how hard Brooks was.
“See, your body doesn’t lie.” I growled.
He shook his head, desperately trying to get out of my hold. “No, you’re wrong. I don’t. I don’t want this.” He sounded close to tears, and if I couldn’t see how much he desired this, I might’ve stopped.
“You’re just lying to yourself.”
I slammed my mouth to his then, dominating his with mine. Just as he started to relent, to go pliant under my touch, I bit on his lip hard enough for Brooks to scream.
“Ahh! Fucking asshole.”
I took advantage of his moment of disorientation to switch my grip so I was holding his wrists with just one hand and worked to pull his pants down. His cock sprung free.
“Look at that,” I replied cruelly. “You can pretend all you want, but this doesn’t lie.” I wrapped my hand around his base and squeezed, hard. He screamed. I quickly glanced around our surroundings. Brooks was being so fucking loud, I was sure Luca and Mav could hear him, but so far no sign of them.
He went wild then, kicking and flailing in my grip. At one point, he managed to headbutt me hard enough that tears formed in my eyes. I got his pants down to his knees, and before he had a chance to do any real damage to me, I flipped Brooks back to his stomach.
