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“I said, do you understand?”
“Yes!” I shout.
“This isn’t a heat of the moment thing,” he growls. “I won’t change my mind tomorrow.”
“Neither will I,” I say.
He kicks my legs apart, needing them wider, and somehow goes ever deeper. I moan loudly, my body starting to shake as that familiar feeling settles in my balls.
“You better not,” he says through clenched teeth. “I need this, Kolton. Do not take it away from me. Fuck!”
He stills, his dick pulsing inside me. He moans, and I moan too because the whole thing is just so fucking hot.
His forehead presses to the nape of my neck, his breath hot on my skin. We stay like that for long moments before he steps away, his cock slipping free of my body. His hand is at my hole, wiping me up, and then his arm comes around my waist to pull me back so I’m flush against his chest. His hand wraps around my dick, warm and wet—full of his cum.
“This is the one and only time I will allow you to waste this,” he says.
I groan, resting my head on his shoulder.
Goosebumps break out over my skin, and warmth trails up my spine. My dick threatens to explode, but I just want this to last a little longer. I just want to revel in him touching me like this, in knowing that he’s mine again, if only for a moment, if only for this night. All of this could be for nothing. Hell, it probably is. Nothing tells me I should believe him. But I want to. Just for right now.
“Give me what I want, Kolton.”
My fingernails dig into his strong forearm as he jerks me off, the scent of his cum filling my nose. My mouth waters and my hole aches, wanting to be filled again but knowing it’s a bad idea. I’m probably already bleeding from how rough he was.
“Come on, sweet boy,” he whispers in my ear. “Give me what I want.”
His firm words send me over the edge, and I fill his hand, his arm around my waist the only thing holding me up.
“That’s a good boy,” he says as he works me through my orgasm. “It feels so good, doesn’t it?”
My grunts fill the air as I come harder than I have in a long time.
Lucian kisses my shoulder, letting his lips linger there for a long moment before stepping away from me. It feels like a dismissal, and I don’t like it, but it’s enough for the cold bucket of water to drop over my head and send me back to reality.
My cheeks burn as I pull my pants up and button them.
“Do you want to come inside?” he asks.
I scoff. “Fuck off, Lucian.”
I reach for my door handle, but Lucian grabs my wrist.
“Don’t do this, Kolton,” he says. “Please.”
I pull my arm from him. “I didn’t do this. You did.”
When I open my door this time, he lets me.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Kolton
Riding sucks.
Not because of the pain but because every time I hit a bump, it reminds me what we did—what I allowed him to do to me. My stomach flutters and my head gets fuzzy, when I should be getting angry. And I am angry, but I’m also… relieved. I find myself spacing out instead of watching where I’m going, which is dangerous enough, never mind on a bike. I almost ran off the road twice.
When I get to the clubhouse, boisterous laughter floats from the open windows. I’d almost rather hear them shouting at one another, because at least that’ll stop. When they’re laughing? They’re going to be loud all day, and I’m not in the mood to deal with loud or happy moods.
