Page 7 of Rex

The minute I saw Ian, I knew I wanted him. He has a vulnerability about him that brings out every protective instinct in me.

Him having my brand on him makes me feel marginally better. No one around here is going to fuck with him when they see that. This is a small town but people come here just to visit our shop. We’re constantly being invited to conventions because of Booker’s and my talent.

No one will ever hurt Ian.

Especially me.

I need to figure out how to be the best fucking boyfriend in the world.

You’ve met him once. Maybe he’s not into you.

My inner voice can fuck clean off.

I saw the way Ian looked at me, how his breath hitched when I touched his torso, the bulge in his pants. I bet he has a juicy cock that I can swallow down in one go.

I can’t wait to taste his cum.

The alarm on my phone goes off pulling me out of my Ian centric thoughts and reminding me I need to get some breakfast before I run some errands.

“Hi.” Fizz says, taking the seat opposite me at the breakfast table. He has a manic smile that means someone is in trouble. I don’t like that it is aimed at me.

When I don’t say anything his smile gets even wider. “Okay, just stare at me. If that’s how you want to play this.”

“Play what?”

“Oh, he speaks.” He leans in closer to me. “Booker told me all about the cute little twink who you gave a flash tattoo yesterday.”

I sideeye Booker who is whispering in Nicky’s ear. Judging by the blush on Nicky’s face, it’s something dirty.

After Ian left last night, Booker badgered me for details on Ians tattoo and what we talked about. So I told him. I didn’t think the shithead would start gossiping about the club. I’m not ashamed of Ian. I just want to develop an actual relationship with him before he meets everyone and they claim him before I get a chance too.

“Flash tattoo’s are part of the job. Why are you stressing out about that?” Kenny says, from his place at the table a few seats down. Great. Now all the attention is on us.

“I know that. The issue is what he tattooed.” He looks around the table to make sure he has everyones attention. Dramatic dickhead. “He branded the kid.”

A collective gasp sounds out.

I squirm in my seat slightly, but I haven’t got it in me to feel bad. Ian is walking around with my tattoo on him. What I would give to watch him jerk me off.

“He isn’t a kid, and I told him it was my brand before I picked up my gun.”

Fizz looks shocked. “Booker didn’t tell me that.”

“That’s because Nicky distracted me.” Booker says grimacing.

Nicky’s eyebrows knit together. “What did I do?”

“You walked in to the room.”

“I’m sorry Rex.” Fizz says and I’m pretty sure that is the first time I have ever heard him apologize.

“Rex,” Kenny says before I can say anything to Fizz. “You branded someone? You like him?”

“Seems that way,” I say.

An awkward silence fills the air. This is my family. They love me, I know they do. But there is a little voice in the back of my mind telling me that they can see through me. They know that I can’t love and I’m going to condemn this poor guy to a lifetime of me.

“I can’t wait to meet him,” Joey says, bouncing up and down on Echo’s lap. “What is he like? Is he cute?”

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