Page 2 of Getting It Twisted

I grit my teeth. Why ask? “Just do it.”

The truth sinks in at the same time as his cock. Once it does, the meaning erupts and whirls in my mind alongside the initial burn, and his hands on me, his cock in me, his thumb digging into my hip bone . . .

“My mother is dead.”

“What?” he grunts, red-faced and heavy on top of me. The shitty motel bed creaks with the thrusts of his hips.

“It’s what you wanted to know, right? What the phone call was about.” I hike my knees up high, urging him to go deeper and to reach a spot that sharpens the softness in me. “They called to break the news—she’s dead.”

“Shit.” He slows down his thrusts. “Was she sick or somethin’?”

“You could say that.” A flash of memories hits me—a screeching voice and a door slamming shut—but I push them away as quick as they came. “Did I tell you to stop?”

The dude snorts and slams into me hard, smirking as a moan escapes me. “You’re real mouthy for someone whose mom just died.”

“Shut me up, then.” I grab his wrist and put his hand to my throat.

A hiss between clenched teeth. “You’re so fucked up.”

I glare at him through my bangs. As if I didn’t know that already. Guys usually don’t care about my crossed wires when they’re coming down my throat or stuffing my ass with their cocks. Not that I give a shit about what they think. As long as they give me what I want, it’s all good. And as long as they don’t try to cuddle me afterward. Hate it when guys who look like they could choke me out in a headlock want to treat me like some princess after they’ve shot their load.

The guy finally gets the memo. He flips me over, and his rough, callused hand hooks around my throat as he starts plowing into me like he’s trying to prove a point.

Yeah, that’s right. This is what I need, this is what I need...

Let the pleasure wash through me, together with the pain. Let it take me away from this dank motel room to a place where reality doesn’t hit quite as hard.

“You like this big dick, bitch?”

I give a muffled groan in reply.

“Twinks like you usually squeal like pigs when I fuck ’em.” He lets go of my throat and twists his fingers into my hair, shoving my face into the mattress. The new angle makes him hit my prostate, and I can no longer hold in my moans.

“I’m gonna make you fucking come.” He pushes me down until I lie prone, my cock leaking and rubbing onto the sheets.

Oh god, he’s right. I feel it building, winding into a knot of tension in my groin. He bites the shell of my ear. Twists my nipple so hard I cry out. My ass clenches around him as my mind blanks, my toes curl, my vision blurs.

He grunts like an animal when he comes too, right after me. The weight of his body lands on the bed. Then he snaps off the condom, and his huge, heavy arm wraps around me, pulling me close.

My head spins. Nausea rises up my throat. The usual postorgasmic bliss turns to dread as reality comes crashing back down.

My mother is gone, but that’s not the issue.

The issue is I now have a reason to return to Springvale, and knowing myself, I won’t be able to resist seeking out Daniel once I’m there.

Chapter 2

Daniel

The party swarms allaround me. I’m one with the music, moving to the sound of that wicked beat . . .

A look to the side sends my head spinning from one too many sips from the keg. The spot next to me is empty. Where the hell is Nathan? He was here a minute ago. Or maybe ten minutes ago. He should be here and celebrate with me.

My unsteady legs lead me to the hallway. From the furthest door comes a loud thud and a muffled voice I don’t recognize.

“Get him on the bed.”

Then a voice I’d know anywhere, from any distance, in any plane of time.

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