Page 40 of Lust

“You want to play a video game?” I ask because the distraction might do me some good.

“Can’t. Meeting with that girl I was telling you about—Steph. We’re gonna hang at that pizza place down the street.”

“You need me to be gone when you get back?” Matteo has had my back plenty of times, so I’m always happy to give him his space when he has a girl over.

“That’s sweet of you, Brad, but naw. She already let me know her roommate is out for the night with her boyfriend. So pop on Grindr and line ’em up while you can.” He winks.

If only he knew that for the past few weeks, only one guy has occupied my thoughts.

Matteo gets ready and heads out, leaving me to stress about Luke.

I knew he would blow up. I knew he might fucking hate me for what we’d withheld. But it was time for him to know the truth. The whole truth. No more Sinners’ secrets. No more sticking to oaths we made when we still had no clue what we were dealing with.

It’s clear from everything that’s happened since Luke arrived that none of us really know what’s going on, and if what Luke said is true—and I believe it is, that this monster is already out and killing people in Lawrenceville—then getting rid of Luke won’t fix our problem. We must work together.

In a desperate attempt at distracting myself, I sit at my desk, trying to focus on my homework. Not much of a chance of that happening, but as long as I can keep myself from hurrying out the door and down the hall to his room, I should be fine.

But the longer I try to distract myself, the more challenging it becomes. My chest twists in knots. Anxiety bubbles in my belly. And just when I think I’m about to cave, there’s a knock at the door.

I hop to my feet, hoping, wishing it’s him. As I near the door, I become more confident that I’m right. It’s like I can fucking smell him through it.

When I open the door, he’s standing outside, giving me those same dagger eyes he cut me with less than two hours ago. His hair’s disheveled, like he’s been running his hand through it. And he’s holding the Sinners’ bible.

“Luke,” I say, ready to apologize, but before I can get another word out, he shoves me back into my room. His lips clamp down against mine. It’s like some of the times we’ve met up before this evening, and given what happened, that throws me, but as my back slams against the wall and Luke’s tongue invades my mouth, I’m not fucking complaining.

Despite all the stress, despite all the bullshit that’s going on, as he buries his face against mine, all teeth, tongue, and lips, everything is right in the world.

He growls and pulls away. “I can’t believe all the times we’ve messed around and you were keeping this from me.” His words are hot with fury before he pushes another kiss on me.

“You…have every…right to be mad,” I manage between kisses.

“Damn…right…I do.”

What is fucking happening to us? It’s like it’s even harder for us to keep our hands off each other because he’s upset.

I guide him to my side of the room, and we collapse on the bed, our kiss missing as our jaws clash from the desperate attempt to keep ourselves invested in the moment.

Soon, Luke’s on top of me. He manages to pull away long enough to place the Sinners’ bible on my nightstand.

“Don’t…think this means…we’re cool right now,” he says between more kisses.

“I…know…I’m sorry…Luke.”

He licks up the middle of my lips, then grunts. “Fuck. I told myself a thousand times I wasn’t gonna come over here tonight. That I would fucking chain myself to the bed if I had to. And thensuddenly, I was lying to Alexei about hitting the gym, and on my way here.”

“It was hard for me too,” I assure him.

“It’s supposed to be hard for you after what you did.”

He sizes me up before rising on his knees on either side of my leg. He works my belt, then my fly, so focused, like he’s having to keep from looking at me, otherwise he’ll never get the job done.

Once he gets my pants undone, I help him pull them down with my briefs. He pushes them just past my balls, then leans down and presses his face against my abs, near my navel, licking and nibbling at my flesh. My cock is a brick as he trails kisses toward it.

“Luke, are you sure you want to do that?” We’ve messed around plenty, and he’s let me suck him off, but he’s never put my cock in his mouth.

“Shut up,” he says, running his nose alongside my shaft.

I curse as I roll my head back, enjoying the sensation of his soft skin against me. He moves around my crotch, the tip of his nose and his breath leaving me in suspense. Is he really about to do this while he fucking hates me?

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