Page 34 of The Fall Guy

He hides who he is better than Kaden.

Do you know the other guy?

He’s the one that ordered the hit.

I stare at the screen. Holy crap! I wonder what Kaden will think when he finds out.Ifhe finds out. It would be easy to tell him the truth, and maybe he deserves it, but if I tell him, I risk losing him. He doesn’t belong in this hell hole, but I might just be selfish enough to keep him here.

Thanks for the info. I’ll be in touch.

My message feels a little chatty for us, but I need to round it up to let him know everything’s cool. After deleting all the messages, I place my phone back in the mattress.

It’s the earlier hours of the morning, and most of the prisoners will still be sleeping, Kaden included. Rising from my bed, I watch him for a few minutes. He looks so peaceful, but I’m ready to cause havoc.

Reaching my hand under the cover, I find his morning wood. This is going to be easier than I thought. I push under the waistband and firmly grab his dick. He doesn’t stir at first, soI give it a stroke. His hips thrust up into my hand making me smile.

“Morning,” I say.

He moans, and I’m unsure if it’s in pleasure or greeting. Maybe it’s both. I loosen my grip but keep a steady rhythm. He puts his arms over his head but doesn’t open his eyes. He allows me complete control. Fuck, this man is delicious.

I work him into a frenzy, allowing him to buck up off the bed into my hand but never letting him go. He’s mine whether he likes it or not.

I stroke him harder. Faster, until he can’t take anymore. He moans and cums all over my hand, and I can’t help being fascinated. Removing my hand, I lick it clean. His eyes follow each of my tongue movements and it’s his turn to look entranced.

“That was a nice wake-up call,” he says.

“Happy to help,” I say with a playful smile.

“I could get used to a hand job at the start of my days.”

“Only a hand job.” I raise an eyebrow daring him to tell me what else he’d like me to do to him.

He swallows hard. “Fuck. You’re killing me.”

“Tell me what else you’d like.” I’m not giving up on hearing what I want just yet.

“From you? Anything you’re offering.” That was the easy answer and not good enough.

“Be specific. I want to hear your dirty words.”

He closes his eyes for a second. “I’d like you to blow my brains out.”

I scratch my jaw. “I’m sure that could be arranged.”

He rolls his eyes. “I meant suck me until I can’t think of anything but cumming down your pretty throat.”

My smile feels wicked. Fuck yes, that was what I wanted to hear. “Aw, you think I’m pretty.”

“When we first met, I thought you looked like one of those naked babies with the curls. A devil dressed in a Michelangelo painting.”

I can’t help but laugh. “You got the devil part right at least.”

“You’re a walking sin. No man should be as good-looking as you.” His honesty takes me by surprise. I know he’s trying to be playful, but his compliment warms me in places it shouldn’t.

I’m on a high for the next few days. Kaden and I have been fooling around, Felix hasn’t been lurking in the shadows, and I seem to have faded into the background where I like it. Life is good as far as being locked in a prison goes.

Whistling, I make my way to the bathroom. I shower, still humming a tune. Inmates move around me as usual, but I’m not paying as much attention as I usually do. Dare I say, I’m feeling happy. Lighter in the soul if that’s possible.

I spend my day reading the newspaper and watching Kaden run laps through a lead-lined window in the kitchen.

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