Page 36 of Twisted Minds

I cry out, and Hunter pumps me fast and dirty as I fall apart. Letting me ride out my high, he strokes me gently, waiting for me to find ground again. I open my eyes to look up at the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. I don’t think, I just pull him down for a filthy kiss. I don’t want to ever stop kissing him.

Finally, his fingers slip from my sweats. I’m not sure how to feel. It was just a fucking hand job, but I’ve never experienced anything so intimate in my life. “Don’t move.” He gets up, and the sticky mess in my sweats becomes very noticeable. I’ll need a shower once I get home. Hunter comes back to me with a wet wipe, handing it to me. “It’s all I’ve got. Sorry.”

I stand, thanking him, and Hunter subtly turns, folding the blanket and letting me handle my business. I want to get my hands on him! “Don’t you want me to do you?” I’ll more than happily pull his pants down and suck him off. I’ve just come, but I’m still so amped up. Instead of dropping his pants, he laughs.

Okay then. “That’s okay, I’m good.”

“I don’t mind. Believe me, I really don’t mind.”

“You’ve never had someone just take care of you, huh?” The look on my face must answer him loud and clear. Hookups are a mutual exchange. It hits me then, I don’t know why. This isn’t just a hookup. Hunter isn’t a hookup. This is . . . real. “Relax, Mark. That was more than enough. I’m okay.” Holding the blanket, he steps close to me, looking up. While he is shorter than me by a few inches, he feels larger than life. “I had a great time tonight. I needed this.”

While he may be fine, I sure as hell am not. I just want my hands on him. Leaning in for another kiss, he cups the back of my neck, kissing me hard before breaking it off. “I had fun.” I grin.

It hits me now. I don’t know why.

This is serious.

Or at least, it’s getting there.

I have about five weeks left, and I’m no closer to figuring shit out. I’m getting closer and closer to my deadline. The problem is, if I want to catch Derrick slipping up, I’ll have to be around Derrick. Now adding Sawyer into the mix just confuses me more.

I don’t want to keep this going, but I have to. I have to figure out exactly what happened that night. This is more than a fling, more than stupid blackmail or a fake relationship. Hunter leans up, pressing one more kiss to my lips before we head back to the city.

Back to reality.

I have a choice: to figure this out, end this cycle I’ve found myself in with Derrick and catch him slipping up . . .

Or possibly ruin the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

thirteen

Mark

Waiting for Hunter, I lay on my bed, feeling a bit numb. It’s hard when I’m with him to remember the blackmail and horrible shit, because while I am being forced to hurt him, I’m not being forced to be with him. I want to be with him. Then after I leave him the mess I’m in catches up to me, making me depressed. I feel helpless.

I hear a knock at my door, and I frown. Hunter said he had to go back to his house after class today, then he was going to meet me here. We’re going to a small carnival in town tonight, and we’re going to ask Noah if he wants to come. Sawyer will be there too. It’s too soon for this to be Hunter, unless maybe he didn’t have to go home after all.

This week has been really busy for us both. We haven’t had time to see each other during the week, and I’ve barely even talked to him since he gave me the best hand job I’ve ever had. Everything about that night was perfect. I just can’t wait to see him. With Hunter around, the ugly voices in my head just stop. It’s like he takes away all the negativity inside me. Myown personal signal jammer keeping all the ugly thoughts from reaching my brain.

BANG BANG BANG

Maybe it’s Noah.

When I open the door, I curse mentally seeing Derrick lean against my doorway. “Hey, puddin’.” He wiggles his fingers at me.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” I look down the hall making sure no one is walking around. No, he can’t do this. Hunter will be here soon.

“No one is even up here. Unless you’re waiting for him.” He pushes his way into my room. He needs to leave! This is not happening right now.

“What are you doing? You can’t be seen with me.”

“I’m just here for a little update. You guys seem awfully happy. Really friendly with Sawyer at that game, too. Damn, Mark. That shit’s cold, even for me.” I hate him. I hate him. I hate him so fucking much. “You look like you’re glowing.” Wait, he was there? “Dinner first, then the game. I know this is all fake, but you’re a really good actor. I’m even starting to believe you actually like him.”

Wait . . . He saw me at dinner. Then the stadium. “Are you stalking me?”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I’m just keeping an eye on my investment.” He looks me up and down. “Where are we going all dressed up? Hot date?”

“You want me to do this, right? Then let me fucking do this. Stop stalking me. Stop following me and trying to talk to me in public. Your plan will be ruined if someone sees us.”

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