Page 87 of Wrath

I hold his gaze and let my fingers run along his jaw. His shoulders jerk with a small shudder. His eyes are changing…getting wider…pupils larger. His lips part, and I think he looks panicked. He jerks a breath in. "Get down!"

"What do you—"

"Get down, Miller."

He sounds so urgent, I do it without question. His feet hit the ground first, and he starts striding between tombstones.

When I turn around, I see him running.

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Josh

"Ezra!"

I feel sick, then pissed, as I take off behind him. "Ezra!"

When he doesn't slow, it kick-starts my adrenaline. I jog faster, speeding up enough so that I’m close enough to catch his arm. I grab him at an angle that makes him whirl partway toward me.

"Damn, dude! What did I do?"

His eyes flash like lightning.

"You don't want me touching you?" My fucking voice cracks on the words as I look down at the ground. I squeeze my eyes shut as tears throb behind them. "Sorry."

His hand comes under my chin, squeezing, and my body freezes.

"No." Ezra lifts my face so our eyes meet. "I knew if you touched me one more time, I would do this."

And then he steps in closer, wraps a handaround the back of my head, and kisses me so hard and deep I nearly slide to the ground.

The first thought I have, as he makes my limbs go weak and my heart swell up twice its size, isI don’t know how. I don’t know how to kiss him back. I try…as he attacks my mouth—over and over in a gentle, hot, slick rhythm.God, I hope I’m doing this right.

I'm scared until I feel him shaking; his lips pull off mine so he can pant like he’s been running. Then he comes back to me. Hands and mouth…his hips, his pecs pressed to mine. Who’s shaking? It’s both of us. We kiss till my head spins. Until my lips feel bruised and sore and my tongue stings a little from the tangle with his. His teeth nip at my lip, and my whole body does this little tremor.

He pulls back with wide eyes. "Did I hurt you?"

His lips are red. I huff a soft laugh, and his face relaxes. "No." I touch his mouth. "Your lips are swollen."

He looks down. "That's not all."

There's a bulge in his pants. Not a bulge. A rock-hard boner trying to get out. It makes my aching-hard erection throb.

"Fuck," he murmurs as he reaches down to cup me. "Now we've gotta walk home," he rasps, covering a smile with his hand.

"Let me jerk you."

He kisses my lips gently. “Miller, Miller… Who knew you were such an exhibitionist?”

“I can’t walk like this.”

His palm cups me as he grins a wicked grin.

"Let's go over there behind the crypt,” I whisper. “Between it and the brick wall. I'll pull down your pants and—"

"You'll pull downyourpants and let me suck you off." He grabs my wrist and starts to lead me that way. Then he cuts his eyes over his shoulder at me, gentling his grip on my arm. Hestops walking and steps closer to me, holding my hip as his lips find my neck.

"Can you take your pants down outside and let me blow you? I won't smear it on your abs. I'll swallow every…fucking…drop."He kisses me between each word.

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