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I startle at his voice but relax when he wraps his brawny arms around my waist. His head rests on my shoulder and I feel his bearded cheek rest against my stubbled one.
“There are no pictures of your parents.”
“I haven’t seen them since they kicked me out, Ez.”
I nod in solidarity. I cannot fathom what Alek had gone through. I remember my parents as kind and warm—hearted individuals in the little time I had with them. Even Aunt Harriet was tender, in her own way. Alek’s parents were unsupportive and ashamed of him. Merely recalling the way Alek’s voice shook as he told me about his treatment at their hands had rage simmering inside of me.
“I’ve got Mama up there, though.” Unwrapping a hand from our embrace, Alek points to the highest shelf where I see an older photo of a beautiful woman with a shining smile. Her eyes twinkle in the same way Alek’s do, their hair a matching shade.
“You look a lot like her.” I turn, meeting Alek’s eyes. That same shining smile spreads across his lips, though a tinge of sadness accompanies it.
“Thanks, angel.” He kisses my temple before turning me around in his arms. It is evident that he doesn’t want to steer the night into one of sadness and mourning and I respect his choice. When I am with him it seems as if all life’s ailments aredulled and only the radiant energy of Alek surrounds me. I hope I provide an equal haven for him.
“What do you wanna get up to tonight?” he asks. His hands stay at my waist and his fingers rub small circles below my rib cage. My hands find their place on his chest, the tips of my fingers touching the bare skin of his collarbone.
“Truthfully, I’d be asleep at this time on most nights.” My statement makes him laugh. “But I feel quiteawakeafter your performance tonight.”
I track Alek’s glistening tongue tracing over his bottom lip. The familiar heat I felt during the show invades my body once again in response to the motion.
“You wanna hear something naughty?” Alek asks before pulling me flush against him. He bends down to whisper into my ear. Nodding in answer to his question causes the end of his chestnut hair to softly brush against my temple.
“I brought the costume home.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
ALEK
MINE
Well, my statement wasn’t entirely true. Viv would have killed me if anything happened to that corset. She was going on and on about how she had to tailor it specifically to fit my ‘stupid bulging muscles’ and I figured it would be safest out of Ezekiel’s reach tonight. So no, not all of my costume is here but the parts that Ez couldn’t keep his eyes off of during the show are hidden under my gray sweats.
“Would it be desperate of me to say that I was hoping you would?” Ezekiel leans back to put a few inches of distance between us. Instead of looking up at me, he looks down, toward the tie of my sweats.
My angel uses his fingers to toy with the elastic of my pants and fuck, I’m getting hard already. These silk panties don’t do much to hide it but damn it if I was going to wear my dance belt under it like I did before. If it were up to me, I’d be naked in Ezekiel’s arms as soon as I finished up the show.
“You know, I have always been a collector of beautiful and precious things…” Ez finally dips his fingers below the waistband of my sweatpants and slides his fingers through trimmed hair, lower and lower until he’s squeezing my cock.
“Yet nothing in my collection could compare to you on stage in those fishnets and black panties.” He pumps me while staring directly into my eyes. “You’ll keep them on tonight.”
I want to be a brat and tell him that was the fucking reason I brought them home but his hand feels so fucking good to protest. I’m also not in the mood to be edged tonight. IneedEzekielinme more than I’ve ever needed anything else in my life.
“Yes Sir,” I reply with a smirk on my lips before I dive in and begin to nip at his jaw. He groans and pumps me faster, my hips unable to resist the urge of thrusting into his movement.
“Invite me to your bed, baby.” Nothing about his statement sounds like a question, especially when he pushes me backward to the hallway that leads to my bedroom.
“Please come to bed, Ez. I fucking need you in me,” I murmur against his jaw before I shift down to bite at his throat.
Ez continues to push us toward my room but I stiffen slightly in surprise when I feel his hand let go of my shaft to squeeze my sack instead.
“Fuck, angel,” I hiss into his collarbone.
As we reach my bedroom, I kick open the door, and with impressive will, I take Ezekiel’s hand out of my pants. Right now, I only want to kiss him until he’s breathless and begging for me.
His lips are the perfect mixture of soft and hard against mine. In just our kiss I can feel the anticipation rolling off of him. It’s like a heat I can taste through the clashing of our mouths.
Unable to resist at least playing around a little, I quickly lift Ezekiel and toss him onto the bed. He breaks the kiss to let out asqueal of protest. My body follows his own as I carefully land on him and shove my tongue back between his lips.
His smile feels good against my own.
