Page 33 of Too Hostile

Yesterday, I was certain he would kick me out as soon as we finished cleaning up, but he didn’t. He just gave me another set of clothes, and we went back to binge-watch Netflix until it was time to eat again.

After dinner, I thought maybe he’d need some space, so I was the one to initiate me leaving for the night. He walked me to the door, and with a sweet, yet still bone-melting kiss, he invited me back here today.

Which I happily accepted with an eager nod and another heated kiss before finally prying myself away. I know I need to keep my wits here. I know I need to protect my heart—I’m really not an idiot—but I can’t seem to.

I want this. I want this so damn badly.

He uses one hand to pin both my wrists and then drags his free hand down the middle of my stomach, through the carefully sculpted abs I’m pretty damn proud of. “Your body is insane.”

I grin at that, beaming up at him. “It likes you too.”

He rolls his eyes at me, but there’s a smile playing on his lips. Goddamn, he’s beautiful. I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful when they smile. And I think it’s because it’s more rare with him.

His firm hand wraps around my cock, and I nearly bow off the bed. “Shit.”

He grins again, and this time it’s confident and sexy as all hell. “You’re too perfect.”

I thrust into his hand, my hands still held above my head as I tilt my head back and give into the pleasure he’s offering me. He strokes me from base to tip, over and over, driving me wild. My hips buck into each stroke, and I’m a panting mess by the time his big dick joins the party, his hand wrapped around both of us as he thrusts against me.

Each stroke is a jolt to my system. Each one, I imagine he’s driving inside my body. I want it so damn badly, but before I can beg him to fuck me, my balls pull up tight, close to my body, and I let loose, my cum spraying my stomach and chest. A moment later, he goes over too. His hand grips my wrists tight as we move languidly, milking our orgasms before he releases my wrists and collapses on top of me.

I drop my arms down and wrap them around him, feeling his muscled back, slick with sweat as we both work to come down from the high. He pulls back enough to place a soft kiss on my lips, then rolls off me and onto his back, both of us still panting.

“Have fun with your siblings today?” he asks.

I let out a surprised laugh. “I have our cum all over me. Last thing I want to talk about right now.”

He chuckles and then rolls to his side. Apparently, he’s not bothered by the mess, and I like that. Someone so damn orderly who doesn’t seem to mind a little filth now and then. “I know you’re close. I just wanted to know more about them,” he says softly, and I think I’m shocked stupid.

I roll to my side now, facing him, but he isn’t really looking at me directly. He wants to know more about me.

I try not to read too much into that, but I also can’t deny him either. “We are close. It was good to see them. It’s always really good to see them. They’re kind of my home.”

He nods his head slowly as if he understands. “They were in foster care too.” It’s something I already told him, so he’s not really asking, but I hear his unspoken question.

“They were. I don’t know why we just clicked, but we did. Obviously, we all knew a lot of kids like us, but it was us three from the moment we met.”

He smiles at that, and I can’t help but drag my thumb over his bottom lip, tracing the shape of it. “I’m glad you had them.”

“Me too,” I say with a happy smile as he grabs my wrist, but he doesn’t pull me away. “I kind of felt bad today because all I wanted to do was come here and be with you. I almost kicked their asses out.”

He chuckles, his whole face lighting up with it. “You did not.”

“I did,” I say with a bigass grin and lean into him, my lips pressing against his, his hand still around my wrist. “I think I’m a little addicted.”

He smiles, but it’s soft as he reaches up with his free hand and brushes the hair out of my eyes. “I think I may be too.”

My heartbeat stutters at that, but he doesn’t let me say anything else before kissing me hard. I don’t waste any time kissing him back, but it doesn’t become heated like before. It’s sweet and sexy all at the same time.

“Why is your job so important again?” I ask, trying to joke, but really if it wasn’t, would it have to end with summer? Could we have more of this?

He moves back away from me slowly, releasing me, but resting his hand on my naked hip as we lie facing each other.

“I mean, I know you love it,” I say.

He offers a sad smile at that. “I do.” His voice almost cracks, and I’m worried I ruined the mood completely, but he clears his throat and continues, “I need this job, Fletcher. I can’t lose it.”

I hear the shakiness in his voice. The fear there, and I know just how damn important this job is to him, even if I don’t know why exactly. “I’ll do everything I can to make sure that you won’t.” I lick my lips, then say firmly, “But I just want to know you better too.”

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