Page 76 of Phantom Faceoff
“You didn’t think it was nice?”
“No, I did. Too nice. I realized I wanted …”
Zander reaches over and threads his thick, calloused fingers through mine. “What do you want?”
To hold you. Kiss you. Tease you. Protect you.
“I’ve never had a boyfriend I didn’t have to hide.”
The couple in charge of the group home were homophobic as shit, and every time they caught me so much as looking at the other boys, they beat me. I hid it as best I could from Julian, so he wouldn’t be afraid, but it was Mack who patched me up. Who promised it wouldn’t be like this forever.
“Malachi Blanchard.” Zander’s voice is teasing, but I can hear the awe behind it. “Are you asking me to be your boyfriend?”
I squeeze his hand. “I’m asking you to be patient. And saying that I wouldn’t mind … expanding our relationship.”
He grins so wide I have to look away. “You’re so stuffy sometimes. Just say you like me, Malachi.”
My skin tingles when he says my name. Is that what this is supposed to feel like?
“Take what you can get, Wildfire,” I grumble, and he yanks me forward by the hand until I fall into him.
Sprawled on top of him, he clasps an arm around my middle. His fingers take hold in my hair, and he draws my mouth to his with a firm decisiveness.
“If you can’t tell,” he says between swipes of his tongue, refusing to let either of us breathe, “the answer is hell yes.”
There’s a pressure building in my throat, emotions so strong I’m half afraid they’ll consume me.
“I also,” I pant into his mouth, taking several gulps of air, “really like when you call me Daddy.”
He presses his smile to my lips, moaning so softly it makes my body buzz. “I already knew that. I like it, too … Daddy.”
I’m not ready to admit just how much I want it. What all I want to give him. Want him to give me.
If he’s willing to wait, I’m willing to put my heart out there.
I just need to finish finding all of the pieces first.
Chapter Twenty
Malachi
Apparently havinga boyfriend means I become a horn dog. If we aren’t making out in the alley outside The Den, we’re holed up on my bed dry humping each other until we come in our pants.
I can’t keep my hands off of him, and he’s more than willing to let me slap his ass a little while I help him with his Music Theory papers.
“You two are sickening,” Micky says from the counter while I stock some of the CDs. It’s a pretty quiet day in the shop, and Zander should be getting out of class soon to remedy that.
“Hey now. I’m heard some stories about you and the boyfriend. Kinky fuckers if I recall.”
Micky’s face grows ten shades of red, and he flips me his middle finger. “Someone has to get fucked around here.”
An image of letting Zander bend me over the desk and sink inside of me makes my cock twitch.
Micky’s right, at least a little.
We’ve played around with our fingers, but there’s been no penetration of the dick variety.
Hell, my clothes haven’t even come all of the way off yet.
