Page 45 of Getting It Twisted

I do, bunching his hair into my fist and yanking hard. At the same time, I squeeze his cock so tightly I’m surprised he doesn’t squeal from pain. Instead, he shudders and moans. His cock jumps in my hand, and unlike last time, I pay rapt attention tothe curve of his brows, the pinch of his eyes, and the parting of his mouth as he splatters his torso with his release.

“Oh wow . . .” He gulps. “Shit, that was good.”

I swipe up his cum and push it into his mouth, and he sucks eagerly on my fingers. He’s filthy while he does it—gazing up at me through tearstained eyelashes, velvet tongue licking my fingers, all slow and indulgent.

Once I’ve fed him everything, I roll to the side, pull the cover over our sweaty bodies, and listen to his slowing breaths as we fall back asleep.

I jerk awake from a phone call.

The sun’s still blasting into the room, so we can’t have been asleep for long.

I grip my phone and glance blearily at the screen. Shit, it’s my mom. What does she want from me now?

“Hi, Mo—”

“Daniel.” She sounds all wound up. “I need you to come watch Jessie.”

Jessie . . . I fold my legs over the edge of the bed, heart pounding. “What’s going on?”

“I cut myself in the kitchen. It’s-it’s deep. I have to go to the hospital.”

“Are you okay? Who’s driving you?”

“A neighbor, whoever! That’s not the problem. Sarah’s out of state, and I thought I could care for Jessie myself, but— Damn it!” There’s a rustle through the phone. “The kitchen’s a mess, and she needs breakfast and her medicine. Just get here, Daniel. Now.”

Before I have time to reply, she hangs up.

I look back at Nathan, who’s lounging on the bed, leanly muscled body displayed in all its glory. His cock lies soft over his thigh, and he’s got a heavy-lidded, dazed look about him, as if he’s just smoked a blunt.

“So,” he drawls. “What’s up with your mom?”

“She needs my help. I have to go.”

“Shit. Really?”

I find my shirt on the floor and pull it on. “You could come with me, you know. I could use the help.” I regret the words as soon as they leave my mouth.

I know him. If he were bored and restless enough, hemightaccept the invite. But now, when he’s gotten what he wants? When he’s all satisfied and sleepy? There’s no way he’ll go through the effort.

He looks at me for a good long while. Any moment now, he’ll shrug that one-shouldered shrug of his. His gaze will be full of disregard, annoyed I even asked.

“All right,” is what he says. “I’ll come with you.”

“Really?” My mouth lifts at the corner. “Okay.”

During the drive there, I start to regret bringing him along.

In the car, I feel his gaze on me. I feel it when we walk up the driveway to the white one-story house that used to be my home. And I feel it when I knock on the door.

How am I supposed to focus on taking care of my little sister with Nathan in the same room? With his eyes on me, his attention on me, my brain rewinds to when I had him in bed mere hours ago, writhing in pleasure.

When my mother opens the door, she looks as distraught as she sounded on the phone—dirty-blond hair a mess and bloody gauze wrapped around her hand.

“Daniel, thank Go—” She stops herself, catching sight of Nathan. “What ishedoing here?”

“Don’t worry about it,” I assure her. “Go to the hospital, we’ll figure things out.”

“Fine, but don’t think we won’t talk about this when I get home. I’ve texted you Jessie’s schedule. And oh, there’s a load of laundry in the basket.”

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