Page 29 of Filthy Little Secret

“Have you told him about our little fuck sessions?”

“Pfft. No.”

“You plan on telling him?”

He’s quiet as his gaze drops to the cushion beneath him.

“A little pissed that he’s still hanging around with those guys,” I say. “I noticed that the other night. It didn’t happen to him, so I understand.”

“But I bet you still feel betrayed. And Keith’s the kind who wants to be around the cool crowd.”

“Then why was he fucking around with you?”

“Because you’re cool if you’re fucking around with the drug dealer.”

“You conceited asshole,” he says with a smile, and it makes me smile back. He rolls his eyes. “I’m gonna get a drink. You want anything?”

“I’m good.”

He slides off the couch and walks to his kitchen, his tight ass shifting with each step, making my dick start to get hard again.

He pours himself a glass of water.

“You sure you don’t want anything? I have beers in the fridge.” He sounds so chill about what we’ve done. I wonder if he really feels nothing after what we just did.

That’s not possible. Our fucking was passionate—filled with excitement, hate, and sin. We lost ourselves in that moment. Let ourselves be consumed by our lust for each other’s bodies. I’ve never felt it like that. Like an itch that had to be scratched. Like I need Mark again because these few times haven’t been enough.

Naw,” I say. “Thanks, though.”

He takes a drink, approaches the couch, and asks, “So you live with your nanna?”

“What’s it to you?”

“Just a question. Sorry. Are those off limits? I figured since we just fucked, we might be able to talk.”

“Get to know each other?” I ask. “Maybe get friendly and then end up like Keith?”

“I’m not Keith. And I’m not like those other guys you’ve fucked.”

“What makes you so different?”

I’m genuinely interested. Because there is something about him I can’t quite pin down…unlike him, who eagerly wants me to pin him down.

“I’m not stupid enough to think you’re capable of anything other than what we’re doing right now.”

The way he says it, I believe him.

“I know you just came down to the basement that night because you wanted to take advantage of me,” he says.

“Take advantage?”

“A predator. Swooping in on the prey. You knew I was weak. You knew I was hurting. Hell, you fucking even knew how I found out about what Morgan and Greg were up to.”

“You think I’m that terrible of a person?”

“Aren’t you?”

“I’d heard about what happened between you guys, and I’m happy to help anybody get a little revenge sex. If anything, I thought I was doing you a favor.”

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