Page 221 of Wrath

I nod slowly. I believe that, based on what I wrote in that letter I never mailed. I had worried that if I told Josh I was back at Sheppard Pratt, he’d be upset. And it looks like he would’ve been.

I want to use his pills remark to segue into a question about the pills in Miller’s bathroom drawer, but I don’t think the time is quite right. Instead I listen as he tells me about the good times we had. He describes an old house by the lake, and how we fucked around inside and then I laid in his lap on the grass—andI can see it. I can see the mossy trees, the vast, green grass. I almost feel my face against the inside of his thigh as he sits cross-legged. When I check the details with him, he says I’m right.

“Another memory.” He grins, looking buoyant.

“Did we sit on a brick wall…by any chance?”

“Dammit! How did I forget that story?”

In the car, he tells me—with a huge smile—how we first kissed. How we did a bunch of crazy things to one another outside in the grass there in the cemetery.

“You even gave me…” He holds his hand up, wiggling his fingers.

My dick throbs so hard, I reach down and cup it. “I gave you a finger?” I rasp.

He’s backing out of the trailhead parking spot, his face cast in red from the car’s lights. “Yep.”

“And you were…okay with it?”

“I was more than okay. And a finger wasn’t all.” His eyes hold mine before moving back to the road.

“Fuck, Josh. Are you serious? Which one of us—”

“Took a dick?” He’s grinning.

“Shit! Was it you?”

He gives me a comical smirk.

“Was it me?” I ask.

God, I’m getting so hard. He lifts a brow and reaches across the car’s console so he can rub my bulge. As his hand cups it, he’s braking for a light. His eyes hold mine as I suck a breath in.

“This okay?” he whispers.

“Fuck yeah,” I groan.

His palm rubs over me, his fingers gripping around my cock as best they can through my pants. I lift my hips.

“Feel good, angel?”

I close my eyes, shocked by how good as he drags his fingertips over me. “Might come in your car,” I manage.

“Come in your pants. I can’t think of anything that’s hotter.”

He starts sort of loosely jerking me through my pants, his grip dragging the fabric of my boxer briefs over my hard cock. My hands are hovering above his, wanting to grab onto something. Somewhere under my lust, there’s a bite of nervousness to be hard with him, to mess around with a guy for what feels like the first time since the football bus, but what he does feels so good…

Mills pulls over in the parking lot of a flower nursery, and I laugh between hoarse moans.

“You laid the pipe, Ez,” he whispers. “And I took it. How does it make you feel to think of pushing this big dick into my little tight hole?” He reaches his hand into my boxer briefs, wrapping his fingers around my cockhead.

“Mills…” It’s whimpered.

“Put your seat back, angel. Shut your eyes and let me lean over this dick and suck it for you. It’s been a long time.”

“Forever,” I manage.

Then his mouth is closing hot and tight around the swollen head of my cock. He sucks me in, and my whole lower body jerks as his tongue curls around me, lapping gently at the little notch under my flanged head, and then taking me in deeper, so my thick tip is pressed into the velvet of his throat and his soft lips are rubbing down my shaft, so tight and slick and warm it makes me dizzy.

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