Page 103 of Pure Vengeance

“You’re asking a lot. They’re pissed with me because of this news story,” I say, “They don’t want this to get around, to be about them.”

“Then I’ll think of something else,” he says. “But I’m confident nothing is going to...”

My phone rings, and I recognize my father’s ring tone. I take it out my pocket and answer. “Hello.”

“Where is your brother?”

“He’s my stepbrother,” I point out, "and he’s here with me."

“Give him the phone.” My father sounds spitting mad.

I put it on speaker phone, and Adrian looks at it. “Hello?”

“Who the fuck do you think you are? Coming out in public like that? Dean Rochester tells me you’re suspended pending an investigation. Do you understand how this makes me look, boy?”

“I’m sorry, but I had to be honest,” Adrian says. “I couldn’t let Noah get into trouble for what I did.”

“You and I both know Noah did it,” he growls.

“It was me. It was all me.” Adrian doubles down.

“When you get home, you’re going to get your ass whipped, Adrian Carter, so help me God.”

He hangs up, and I look at Adrian.

“Well, this just keeps getting better and better,” I say. “Drink?”

“I already ordered a round for us. Two shots of tequila and two beers.”

“Adrian...” I stop him from exiting the bathroom. “What you did... it was brave. I admire you for that.”

“Yeah, well. Someone had to protect you,” he says quietly. “When we’re out, when people can know about us, then I’ll be happy.”

“There is no us,” I say.

“Not even after what I’m willing to sacrifice for you?” Adrian asks. He walks up to me and puts his hands on my chest. He leans in, his hot breath on my lips. “Not even after everything you’ve taken from me? My virginity?”

He presses his lips against mine, and I won’t lie, I’m caught off guard. I’m the forward one. I’m the one who tortures him. This isn’t torture, this is nice. He slides his tongue into my mouth smoothly, and I kiss him back deeply. He cups my face in his hands, and I pull his body against mine. I walk him back so he’s pressed against the door, keeping it shut. He turns us around so my back is against the door. He kisses along my jaw, his hands undoing my belt. I watch him, filled with lust.

He frees my semi-hard cock from its prison, and then he sinks to his knees, and before I can stop him, he’s sucking me off. His one hand cups my balls and massages them while his mouth makes quick work of my dick. His tongue rolls around the head like it’s a lollipop he desperately wants. He uses his other hand to stroke the base of my cock.

I can’t resist it. It’s too sexy. I grab a fistful of his hair and move my hips, sliding my cock in and out of his hot, pert mouth.

“Fuck,” I mumble. “How have you not done this before?”

I can feel his smile as he deep throats me. My legs nearly buckle as my balls constrict and I shoot my load down his throat.

He pulls off of me and looks up, swallowing.

I look down at him, then I pull my pants up. “We can’t be gone too long. People will think...”

“What? That two brothers are fucking?” he says as he gets back to his feet. “I think that’s the last thing on their mind.”

He leads me out of the bathroom and back to the bar where our drinks are waiting. We take the shots of tequila, and I sit down to sip my beer. He sits beside me, and we both lean on the bar, our legs touching.

Fuck, I always found him attractive, but that was unbelievable. It was risky, though, doing it in public like that. Anyone could have walked in and caught us. We can’t be so reckless. “So where are you staying if your fraternity kicked you out?” I ask him.

“My stuff’s in your room. Richard said it was fine if I crashed there for a few days.”

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