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"Shit, Lane, I'm sorry! Are you okay? I didn't mean to be so rough?—-"

I’m cut off by the sight of Lane's mouth lifting off my cock with a mess of drool, snot, and cum all over his face. His pretty mouth is coated in it, and my cock twitches as I imagine sucking it off his swollen lips.

"I'm okay," he says, catching his breath. His tongue darts out, and he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth the way I wanted to.

CHAPTER 26

LANE

I don't know why he's pouting, but it's cute.

Wait. Cute?

No, no, no. This is too much.

It's bad enough that my body reacts to Noah the way it does. It's bad enough that I've never felt more alive than I do right now. I can't be thinking he's cute now, too.

I'm drunk on him. That's what this is.

He's staring at my mouth like he wants to kiss me. Every time he gets close, I consider letting him. I want to. But I don't think I can handle it.

The last time he kissed me, something broke inside me. Something I thought that I had cured, or at least buried so deep down it wouldn't ever be an issue, sparked to life. At the time, I imagined it as a seed, and I suppose that still works, but it's more now. That seed grew roots that burrowed into me with every look, every growl, every jab in each other's direction. Over the past year, it grew into a massive tree, limbs and branches becoming a part of me. And since we've been at college, it's blossomed.

His lips are the forbidden fruit, hanging low and heavy. As bad as everything we've done is, as condemned to hell as I will be for the pleasures we've taken in each other's bodies, it's just physical.

But if I were to let him kiss me again? What else could he unleash within me? How much deeper could he burrow inside of me? I'm certain that one kiss could drag me down past the point of no return. Instead of merely breaking something inside me, I would shatter completely.

A giggle erupts from my throat. A giggle. It's throaty and must sound unhinged, because Noah looks at me with unbridled concern.

"Are you about to start freaking out, or are you just cum drunk?"

"Maybe," I say, because who knows. This doesn’t feel real.

I'm still processing that I just sucked off a guy. And not just any guy. My stepbrother.

I'm coming around to a self-truth that has been haunting me since I was ten years old. All my secrets are in the process of being exposed, and the anonymity that was supposed to protect me is in jeopardy. Because once again, Deliverance Summit is ruling my life. My grandfather's voice is an almost constant stream of consciousness lately, and Pastor Gideon's cold, hateful stare haunts me in the mirror as much as it does my dreams. The only thing that blots them out is him. Right now, sitting here with him, even in the aftermath of my sins, it’s quiet. I’m sure reality will creep back up on me… eventually.

"Well, put your dick away. We should get inside before it starts raining." His voice is casual and joking, but he's still watching me warily.

"Quit looking at me like I might Hulk out," I tell him as I awkwardly tuck myself, half hard, back into my pants, accepting my tangle of shirts that Noah hands me from the floor.

Noah laughs and seems to relax, but still acts like I might bite him when he pulls my undershirt from the pile and uses it to wipe my face. "You haven't even seen those movies."

"You don't know that," I say, although I haven't. He raises an eyebrow.

We finished adjusting our clothes in silence. Noah holds on to my undershirt, balling it up in his fist. I pull on my button down, which now has several missing buttons.

"I read your comics," I admit, as we're walking through the parking lot towards the dorm.

He nods. "Makes sense. You've always been a big reader."

"Not until I moved away from the compound. Your books were my first taste of entertainment that wasn't church-approved."

"Ahh, yes. And the corruption began," he says, winking, as he opens the door.

Noah's best friend Miah, his roommate Taylor, Peters, Danny, and the two guys that live next door to them are all seated around a table in the lobby common room, playing cards. They greet us enthusiastically, still hyped from the game that I've honestly already forgotten about. Too much has happened for it to be the top priority in my mind.

"I'd ask how dinner went with the parents, but you look like you've been through something, my dudes." Miah laughs, gesturing at us both.

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