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Gabriel
Watching Mateo lose himself to my touch was everything. I didn’t realize how much I needed it. His hungry eyes have me wanting to give him everything he craved. He grabbed onto me the way a drowning man would a lifeline. His eyes are hazy, and he is completely drunk off his pleasure which leaves me with a slight buzz of my own. My thumb swipes over his lips that are puffy and red from him biting them. His eyes remain on mine as he yanks up his zipper and then he glances down on how they now hang looser on his hips. “I think you need to have your pants taken in again.”
“Why are you still here? What is it you’re after? I doubt you keep showing up just to give me hand jobs in public places.”
“You’re right. That’s nothing more than an added bonus. You will find out all in good time,mi juguete.”
He clenches his jaw. “I’m not your anything. I don’t even know you.” I can see the truth buried in his eyes though, how much he enjoyed the little name I have for him.
“I guess you just let any random stranger touch you the way I just did.” I nearly clench my own jaw at the thought of anyone else touching him but me.
“No. I...you should go now. Especially if you won’t answer my questions.”
“What questions are those again? I forget.”
He reaches for his shirt sitting on the chair and shoves his arms through the sleeves. He slides his hand through his dark brown curls before fastening the buttons, covering up the pretty corset wrapped tightly around his torso.
“Who are you?” His gaze shifts back to me. I hand him his jacket and he yanks it from my fingers. “Well?”
Releasing a sigh, I tug my coat against my chest. “My name is Gabriel, and that’s all you need to know for now.”
“What did you come here for?”
His green eyes capture mine, making me feel like I’m suffocating and I’m unable to come up for air. I swallow hard, pressing my lips against his ear. Who knew someone could smell so good? “You.”
His eyes widen making the rest of his face appear smaller. “Why?” His trembling lip slips between his teeth.
“Why not?” I run my hand down his front, helping him button up the front of his coat. “Looks like it’s the perfect fit.”
“Yeah.” He swallows hard and stares at me in silence. His eyes are reaching inside of mine for more answers. I don’t have to see my own reflection to know they reveal nothing. His eyes are still full of curiosity and confusion as his head tilts to the side.
Wanting to feel the softness beneath my finger, I reach for his curls and twirl them around my finger. “I’ll see you again soon, little prince. If I were you, I’d enjoy your crown while you still have it. Things are about to get ugly really fast.”
I squeeze between his shoulder and the curtain, pulling it back to exit the dressing room. He doesn’t stop me, and his eyes remain in front of him, still left frozen from my last words. I was already looking forward to the next time I got to make him come, and hopefully soon it will be with my cock buried deep inside of him.
My phone goes off in my pocket and I lift it up to see the message.
Teo: They know.
Me: Good.
My phone vibrates again and this time it’s my brother, Angel. It’s not a text message, but a phone call. I know it must be important because he rarely ever calls me.
“Angel?”
“What the fuck did you do? I take it this was your doing?”
“Depends on what you’re talking about.”
“Pinche cabrón. You know damn well what I’m talking about.”
“I may have added a little something extra to Miguel Jeventino’s last shipment of heroin.”
“You did what? You realize we are as good as dead if this comes back to us.”
“It won’t.”
