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I’m out of breath, but at least he doesn’t fight my hold.
“Do you need to fuck or be fucked?” I ask, and his attention snaps to me like a plucked rubber band.
“Malachi.” His voice wobbles. A warning? A plea?
I yank him closer until our chests bump together, placing my lips at his ear. “Do. You. Need. To. Fuck. Or. Be. Fucked?”
Each word is spoken with my mouth moving along his jaw, and I can feel every shaky breath he takes into his lungs.
When he doesn’t answer, I trail my hand down his abdomen until I brush the bulge jutting out of his pants and wrap my fingers around it.
“I need to fuck you,” he says in one breath, bucking into my hold.
I squeeze him only once, then let go and shove him toward the house. He stumbles, clearly caught off guard, and I let myself grin at the minor form of payback.
“Go find some lube and condoms.”
“You’re not coming to the room?”
Zander is hurting, and because of that he acts out. He’ll self destruct and implode his life before letting anyone help him. Before letting anyone in.
He wants to hurt me, but not to cause me pain. To quiet his own.
Something inside of me settles. One of the missing pieces has come back.
I step forward and grip him by the back of the neck, pull him to me and crash our lips together. It’s rough and fierce and everything Zander said he wanted. I only pull away when he lets out a broken moan into my mouth.
“You want to act like a wild animal?” I hook my thumb in the direction of the woods. “Fuck me like one.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Zander
Tryingto hurry through the house without making a shit ton of noise is hard enough without my head swimming. It’s my own fault; I drank one too many of those fancy cocktails at the restaurant Mom and Dad took us to.
Micky is awake when I stumble into the room—good call not coming back here to hook up—and his face immediately screams “You fucked up”.
Which, of course, I know. I’m a habitual fuck up.
“I need condoms.” Because apparently I’m just buzzed enough to have no filter.
He deadpans and points to my desk. “I don’t know why you’re asking me. I’m strictly monogamous, and Parks and I ditched those fuckers last year.”
I think I’m nervous.
To have sex?
To have sex withMalachi.
I’m going to break his three year virginity cherry, and that is downright terrifying.
I pilfer through my drawer until I find a strip of condoms in the back and grab the bottle of lube sitting on the table.
“Guess you two made up?”
Oh he was mad mad if he told Micky about it.
I swallow roughly. “Something like that.”
