Page 24 of Breathe
Azrael wanted to bathe them both in the cold creamy stickiness and be fucked senseless until they couldn’t move.
His cock went hard imagining all the different ways they could use ice cream…ways that had nothing to do with normal consumption. If he had his choice, he would slather Real’s dick thickly and then swallow it dow—.
A car got over in front of him, and Azrael realized his distraction had cost him.
He had lost sight of Real’s jeep in the thick traffic.
Where was Real going?
Azrael’s heart suddenly pounded when an idea occurred to him. The instant hurt made it difficult to breathe.
Oh, hell fucking no.
Real wouldn’t dare go there!
Would he?
Azrael squeezed the steering wheel.
Turning the SUV down the upcoming boulevard, Azrael drove with his heart in his throat.
Arriving at the address he knew by heart, he parked down the block from the apartment building.
Sliding out of the SUV, Azrael did something he hadn’t risked doing before. He slipped through the night and up to the third-floor landing of the apartment building he’d been to several times.
He had located this place by following Real on several of his many visits. Through research, Azrael had found that the man living here had been here for a few years.
Each time Real came here, something inside of Azrael died just a little bit more.
Darkened shadows clung to the far end of the landing and Azrael tucked into them.
He felt like a stalker.
Before long, Real made his way up the steps and onto the third floor.
Azrael held his breath.
Real pulled out a set of keys and shock filled Azrael. Real already had a key to the guy’s place? That meant this was no longer a casual hook up.
They lived together.
They fuckinglivedtogether and Real hadn’t said a word.
Something must have alerted Real to his presence. Maybe it was the tiny sound of agony that Azrael couldn’t hold back.
Real pulled a Sig Sauer P365 with incredible speed and pointed it in his direction.
It was now or never, Azrael thought. Was he going to step out and confront Real for living a normal life or was he going to walk the fuck away?
Azrael stepped out.
Surprise flickered in Real’s glittering gaze under the bare bulb that hung overhead.
Azrael wanted to say something, anything, but what was there left to say? He was sure that the hurt and betrayal was once again reflected in his eyes and on his face, but he wouldn’t give voice to the hateful words he wanted to spit in Real’s face.
He didn’t have the right.
The only thing to do now was to walk away with dignity and let Real live his life.
