Page 11 of Agony

“I know,” Justice said, his voice rumbling against the nape of his neck, and Fisher made a sound in the back of his throat.

“Do you want to take that risk?” he asked.

“I do, but I won’t if you don’t.”

He laughed on a groan and then reached for Justice’s hand before walking toward the queen bed near the window.

This might be the stupidest thing he’d ever done and he still had his own issues to sort out, but he couldn’t fathom missing this with Justice.

But fuck it. He tossed aside his reservations.

The man pulled him to a stop and he turned, glancing up, holding those heated blue eyes.

One hand cupped the back of his neck and Fisher was lifted to his toes. Justice dipped his head and the kiss that came was so possessive he couldn’t think.

“I want you,” Justice growled against his mouth.

The words were spoken low and hungry, and Fisher’s blood rushed from his head to his dick in a nanosecond. His lips parted and the man’s tongue was there, tasting of wine.

When the man’s hands went to the buttons on his jeans, Fisher stilled his hands.

“Wait.”

“Hmm?” Justice paused, buried his face into his neck, and Fisher groaned.

They had had the whole testing conversation in the empty convenience store and the lube they had purchased—beneath the amused gaze of the clerk behind the counter—now sat near the opened bottle of wine.

“Lube?”

Justice laughed against his skin and stalked over to snatch the small bottle. Fisher took that moment to start taking down his hair. It would take a minute to get it released from its confinement. He started with pulling it through the band once and then again, before he pulled the band free. With a quick rake of his fingers, he had the silky black strands falling down his back.

Justice hadn’t returned to his side and Fisher glanced up to find the man watching him from across the room as if in a trance.

Fucking hell, Fisher was a vision and Justice would never get tired of looking at the man. Not in this lifetime anyway.

He’d dreamed about this moment for what felt like forever and he wanted to take his time and draw it out.

Fisher worried his bottom lip and Justice stalked closer as his brain started analyzing if this was the right thing to do.

Was this the right way to get what he wanted?

To get Fisher.

And keep the man forever?

He wanted to date Fisher. But fuck, he wanted way more than one date. He wanted…

What?

A lifetime?

Right then, all he knew was that he wanted to possess Fisher at any cost, but the niggling doubts crowded in.

He knew Fisher was sexually attracted to him, but was it more than getting his rocks off?

His brain was making this more complicated than it needed to be, but that was the way he rolled. He’d gotten it into his head that Fisher belonged to him and if they made love, there would be no going back.

Right now, he might, and it was a big might, be able to walk away. Once he was inside of Fisher and vice versa, he would… no, he could never go back. That was how he was hardwired.

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