Page 72 of Forever We Fall

“Hey.” He assesses me with a quirked brow. “Why aren’t you at the gym?”

“Why aren’t you at the gym?”

His brow falls. “Nate didn’t tell you?”

My molars grind, and I squeeze my cock. “Tell me what? That you aren’t going to make it because you have a date tonight?”

His head jerks back, then cocks to the side.

“I’m sorry.” I release my cock, which I really should have done a solid thirty seconds ago, grab the door, and shift to leave.

“Wait!” Hota grabs the door, and we wrestle for control for half a second before my lust-soaked body gives up. He takes a step closer, his gaze scorching my body. “You thought…” His head tilts to the other side.

Dammit, my fingers itch to touch him. To plow my fingers through his hair and crash his lips to mine.

Then my brain goes fuzzy with fear.

What if he touches me and I go back to that horrible place? What if his touch reminds me ofhim? What if I can’t take his cock? What If I lose him?

“You thought I was in here fucking?”

“I…” My cheeks heat, and my stupid cock refuses to settle, despite my frantic thoughts.

“You thought I was in here fucking Nate?” He grins, and that playful edge of deviance I haven’t seen from him in too many weeks sparks to life.

“Why are you smiling about that?” Though, I fucking love his smile.

“Because you’re jealous.” He takes a step forward. I hold my ground, refusing to be scared off by his words.

“I’m not jealous of Nate.”

Yes, the fuck I am jealous of Nate because he’s not broken goods. He can say what he wants and put his hands on Hota.

“You came in here to watch, then?” His perfect lips purse, sharpening his cheekbones.

“Maybe I did.” I jut my chin. It’s a safer admission than the first.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but it’s just me.”

“You never disappoint me.” I’m willing to admit a lot with him shirtless and flirty in front of me.

He’s been so careful with me lately. So tame. So un-Hota-like. I understand why. I’m like a feral dog. One wrong move and I’m running away. I hate it. I miss him, the full version.

The deviant.

A smile blooms across Hota’s face. It’s like being attacked by happiness. If he’s happy, there’s no way I can’t be happy.

I feel my lips stretch, not near matching his wattage. Still, it’s nice. It lightens the weight on my shoulders.

“How long has it been since you jerked off?”

My smile falls. “Hota.” But my heart races, and my blood rushes south.

“Too long.” He answers for me. “What were you going to do when you got in here?” His tongue skates over his lower lip. “Sit in that chair, pull your dick out, and stroke it every time I shoved inside his body?”

A whimper escapes my throat. My cock pulses.

“You were.” Hota palms his growing length through his thin briefs.

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