Page 69 of Just a Bit Guarded

“The sentiment is returned,” he ground out, meaning every damn word. He wished he’d never met this infuriating, prickly, vulnerable mess of a boy. He wished he had never come to know him. He wished he would have gone on with his life, blissfully unaware of Gadiel’s existence and the way he could make him feel—the way he could make his control burn to ashes.

“I hate you,” Gadiel said against his mouth, yanking at Will’s hair. “Fuck me. One last time. Make me feel it.”

And so Will fucked him, roughly shoving his thighs apart and pushing his cock back into Gadiel’s hole. It was still slick and messy from their previous round of sex, but it still had tobe uncomfortable. But Gadiel didn’t even flinch, didn’t make him stop. He clutched Will closer, moving his hips to meet Will’s thrusts. He was moaning, his eyes glassy and his cock hard against his stomach, bouncing with Will’s every thrust. Will thrust, thrust, and thrust, all animal need and tunnel vision, mouthing and sucking Gadiel’s cheek and jaw, needing to leave marks.

“Will...” Gadiel mumbled deliriously.

Gripping Gadiel’s waist tighter, he snapped his hips forward, deliberately dragging the head of his cock over Gadiel’s prostate to make him wail. He wanted to undo him, to unravel him until Will was all he could see, wanted to get him drunk on the feeling of Will’s cock making a home for itself in his deepest parts.

“Deeper,” Gadiel moaned, his fingernails digging into Will’s back. “Deeper, damn you.”

Will ground into him, shuddering. It wasn’t possible for him to get any deeper. This was it.

This was it.

He groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic until he tumbled into orgasm with a hoarse shout. He fell on top of Gadiel, breathing hard. He barely had the presence of mind to wrap his hand around Gadiel’s stiff cock. It took him only a few strokes to make Gadiel come. Gadiel didn’t make a sound, shuddering and clinging to Will with all his strength. He was unnervingly quiet. It felt so damn wrong. Everything was wrong.

“I’ll get up in a moment,” Will said, breaking the strained silence. “I’m probably too heavy.”

“Don’t,” Gadiel breathed against his shoulder. “Stay like this for a little while.”

So he did.

Just for a little while.

Will closed his eyes, pretending he couldn’t feel the wetness against his shoulder.

Chapter 27

The drive to the airport was silent.

Will forced himself to focus on driving and ignore the way his heart was beating unsteadily, as if it had forgotten what steady and normal felt like.

Normal. His life would go back to normal now. No more irrational decisions and instinct-driven nonsense. No more Gadiel.

His heart stuttered in his chest, and Will ground his teeth, fighting the fresh wave of anger, fear, and possessiveness.

Focus, he snapped, barely keeping himself from looking at the quiet young man in the passenger seat.

Gadiel hadn’t spoken a word since he’d left Will’s room to pack, his expression blank, betraying none of his feelings.

It felt fundamentally wrong. He was used to knowing everything Gadiel thought. Not knowing put him on edge, and the unease roiling in his gut was becoming worse, making him feel almost nauseated.

Focus.

Will parked the car and got out to retrieve Gadiel’s suitcase.

He silently followed him as Gadiel got through customs, and then accompanied him to the gate where Zain’s private jet was waiting for him. All the while Gadiel didn’t look at him once.

Wrong. This was so damn wrong.

His heart pounding as he tried to make sense of his emotions, Will almost didn’t hear it when Gadiel finally said something, breaking his silence.

“What?” Will said.

“My suitcase,” Gadiel said without quite looking at him and stretched out his hand for the suitcase in Will’s grip.

Will stared at those beautiful, elegant fingers, everything in him burning to grab them.

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