Page 19 of Lose Me In The Shadows

But she had to want it.

What if she didn’t want it?

What if he was wrong about her? About everything?

Conor spoke, his voice deep with pleasure and pain. “I want her back. But I don’t want her here if she hates us. And you’re right, I do want to punish myself—because I deserve it. I killed those boys’ parents without qualms. I drove her away. I—”

Micah released Conor from his mouth to speak. “She doesn’t hate us. She hates how much we affected her. If she hadn’t cared, she wouldn’t have been so angry. We hurt her. We used her. We can make it up to her.” They could. They would. He refused to consider the alternative. He continued. “And you need to stop destroying yourself over the past. You made a decision. It was a bad one. It doesn’t define you.”

Before Conor could respond, Micah sucked him down his throat and worked a finger between his ass cheeks, rimming his opening as he hummed around him.

“Fuck, yeah,” Conor said, thrusting, choking Micah on his cock. Micah reveled in it. Such submission.

Such power.

Conor continued as he thrust harder, deeper. “I’m gonna come, and you’re going to swallow me down like she would, aren’t you, tech geek? Prove that you’re mine, like she is? Prove that you’re not in control, like she will?”

Fuck yeah he would.Micah’s balls tightened.

“Can I get some of that action?” a thick, groggy voice said above him.

Luke was awake.

“Oh thank fuck,” Conor said. And came down Micah’s throat.

Micah swallowed, his mouth, throat, and chest full. He hadn’t wanted to admit it, but he’d been terrified.

Luke coughed. “Didn’t know my voice had that kind of effect on you.”

Micah released Conor’s softening dick from his mouth, slowing his breathing. Conor didn’t even bother to tuck himself in his jeans.

“Boy Scout,” he said, his chest working.

“Boss,” Luke said.

Neither said anything. The emotionally constipated bastards were having a moment, long overdue. Maybe they couldn’t say I love you, maybe this was the closest they’d ever get, but it was enough.

Micah smiled with satisfaction, licking away come that had dribbled out of his mouth and onto his lip. He got to his feet.

“You scared us,” he told Luke. Conor would never say it.

“Don’t do that again,” Conor ordered Luke.

Luke laughed, then coughed again.

“Don’t do that either,” Conor barked, clearly panicked.

“She fucked me up good, didn’t she.” Luke started to sit up.

Shit.Micah grabbed him. “Careful.”

“We should get you upstairs,” Conor huffed. “You can’t be comfortable.”

Luke wrapped a weak hand around Micah’s wrist. “Where is she? I want to see her.”

Micah shook his head. “She’s gone.”

“What?!” Luke shot up before falling backward, Conor catching his head just in time before it slammed back on the hard surface.

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