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John.

I don’t answer. Don’t let myself look. Because guilt spreads through me at the thought, and I can’t breathe.

And yet still, I go. I drive so fucking fast that I break all the laws before coming to a stop in front of his house. He’s in his Bronco, his hat pulled low over his head, his body stretching to reach something in the back seat. I just sit there and stare, wondering if I made the right choice, if coming here today was the right thing.

Why does it always have to be a moral decision? Maybe this isn’t right or wrong, or good or bad. Maybe it justis.

I catch the moment when Wesley sees me, his eyes widening in shock and the tilt of his mouth—his wide, beautiful smile. All those straight white teeth. Those lips.

I can’t believe a man like that would ever want a man like me.

He jumps down from his car and jogs over to me, tapping on the window. Like a fucking weirdo, I only roll it down an inch, just like that one time when he’d helped me with my car battery.

God, I was afraid of what he might do to me if I let myself get close to him, and I was proven right.

Look at what he’s done.

I’m ruined.

“Get your ass out of the car, Simon,” he says with a laugh and then sticks his hand through the window as far as he can before his arm gets stuck. I’m left to roll it down further before he shatters the window with his girth, and he leans in and grips the back of my neck gently.

“Didn’t think you’d come.”

“Me either,” I admit and then feel my cheeks heat. They’re always so fucking hot around him. All I do is blush. But he’s so damn perfect, and I can’t help it. He mixes me up, turns me upside down. I’m left with nothing but vertigo for days.

“Get out. Come on. Let’s go.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to breathe as he opens the door and pulls me out, pushing me up against the side of the car and kissing me deeply.

I just sag into him, loving how he tastes. Like honey. Sweet and sticky and so fucking addicting.

His forehead presses against mine and he breathes deeply. “Fuck.”

It’s a simple word but it sets me on fire, and once more, I’m melting as he kisses me again. We stand there for long minutes, tongues thrusting in each other’s mouths, our cocks lengthening between us. My ass is still sore from the other night, from when he entered me, but I’d let him fuck me again right now. I never want the feeling to go away. I want him to stay a part of me for as long as he’ll have me. For as long as I’m here.

“Okay, now we really have to leave,” Wesley says as he pulls away. Our cocks are hard and pressed together, and my pulse is throbbing in my neck. If he looks, I’m sure he can see how frantically it beats.

“Damn, but you drive me crazy,” he says with a small laugh. “My dick is going to be hard the whole way home.”

I glance down and see it and wet my lips, remembering the taste of him, the smell of him. I would gag on him for a lifetime if he’d let me.

“Maybe we should go upstairs,” I suggest and watch as Wesley’s eyes darken, those pupils dilating.

“You’re a temptation.”

“We could be fast,” I say, my fingers tightening around his hips.

I release a shaky exhale and then Wesley is pulling me to the front door, a determined look on his face. I can’t believe he’s doing this, that my meager words convinced him. But suddenly, I’m in his room and the door’s closed behind us. I hear the switch of the lock, and I watch as he pulls his shirt over his head and drops it on the floor.

“We have ten minutes. Max.”

I nod and then he’s grabbing on to me, kissing me frantically and undressing me with fervor. I hear something rip but barely notice it as the warm air in his room hits my overheated skin.

He pushes me onto the bed, and I fall down, my cock hitting my stomach as I go. His eyes darken when he sees me, and I swallow, suddenly nervous. It was life-changing my first time with him. I can’t imagine what the second time will be like.

He’s going to shatter me.

“I only have this kind of lube,” he says, his throat rasping as he hands me a small container. I look at it and nod, scooting back on the bed. “Does that work?”

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