Page 63 of Run to Me
“They really were the perfect touch.” I tug at them, looking at him lovingly.
“Yeah. They look really good here.”
“And so do you.” I shove him toward the futon, lowering him to the black mattress with me while capturing his lips. My tongue dips into his mouth and he fights for dominance as I slide a hand up the front of his shirt.
His face pulls back a little and he takes his shirt off, staring at the partly open doors. “Does anyone ever come out here?”
“No.” I remove my shirt next and then undo his pants, my cock twitching when I see how wet he is for me, his cock leaking like a faucet already. Lowering myself, I drag my tongue along the damp spots and I suck him through the thin fabric.
His breaths hitch and he moans when I rip the center of his underwear, aggressively taking his cock in my hand while I lick my way back up his body. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
“You. I just want you.”
“And it’s exactly what you’ll get from now on. Are you this needy with anyone else?” I ask, loving how he turns to putty in my hands.
“No. No one else.” He whimpers, writhing against my hand. “Please fuck me. I need you inside me. I need to have you in a place I never thought I’d get to.”
I strip out of the remainder of my clothes, searching for lube on the nearby table. I squirt some in my hand, stroking my cock and slicking up his hole. He rolls his hips, rubbing himself on the tips of my finger as I push my way inside. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
I go deeper, twisting around as I pass his tight ring of muscle. Adding another finger, I spread them both apart, scissoring inside him until I feel he’s ready for me.
“So fucking hungry for me, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes.”
“I love being inside this slutty little hole. My slutty hole.”
“All yours,” he says, arching his hips. “Only yours.”
“Yes, only mine. Glen will never get to have this again. No one will.” I flip him onto his back and shove a pillow under his hips. He moves his hips, rocking forward, his pert ass sticking up in the air like a beautiful offering.
“Jace,” he cries. “Please.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you. I’ll always take care of you.” I hold on to his hips, lining my cock up with his hole. I rub the head over his rim before pushing slowly inside. Once I’mhalfway, I hold myself still, and pull out before slamming back in.
His body shakes and I pull another moan from him when I increase my thrusts, hitting him in the spot that has him shining brighter than a star. I rotate my hips, lifting his to play with his cock. I kiss the back of his neck, driving in deeper while holding his body closer to mine. He comes into the pillow and I lose all control after him, filling his perfect hole that squeezes around my cock so well.
Our heavy panting fills the room and I turn us both onto our sides, stroking his chest as we both doze off.
Thirty-One
Jace
My dad’s email has me tossing my phone down in anger. How did he get my info so easily? Why won’t he leave me the fuck alone? Doesn’t he get that I’m no longer his damn son. I haven’t been in a long time. I shut my eyes, sitting at my desk and picking up the phone again to read the email, hoping I was only seeing things before.
Son,
I know you’re still angry with me and probably hate me, but I won’t be able to move on until you hear my apology in person. I know it may be too late to reconcile our relationship but I’d like to try anyway. I was a shit father and person. I know I was. Please just meet me somewhere one time and I won’t bother you again.
I start to respond and delete the message when I reach the end. He doesn’t deserve to have me answer back. At least he knows what he was. He’ll always be that person in my eyes too. Nothing he can do will ever change my view of him. Meeting upwill do neither of us any good, and he’s not someone I’ll waste my time going back to Texas for.
I set the phone on the desk and push my chair back, eyeing a sleepy Nate. He hasn’t moved in a long time, appearing so peaceful and delicate. I get up to cover him more with the blanket and press a kiss to his cheek. He doesn’t so much as wiggle, his soft breathing filling the room.
I look back at the open space between the barn doors, staring at the dark. I walk toward it, needing to get my anger out—needing to point it in a direction that’s nowhere near my brother. I close the doors behind me, slipping on the boots I left outside. Crickets chirp and my feet move across the grass as I surround myself with the breezy night.
When I see all lights are off in the house, I march toward the shed that’s out past the woods. Anger still hot in my veins, I unlock the door and smile down at the sick prick on the floor.
He was a friend of my dad’s. I remember they used to shoot pool together, but I didn’t know he was involved in the same operation my dad was. In and out of prison, he’s been spending his days at an illegal brothel and searching out his next victim to sell to the owner. I have big plans for him too. Oh, his day will come soon enough.
