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I press harder against her and savor the way her breath catches when she feels my cock throbbing for her. “After I fuck you from behind, after you’re moaning my name loud enough for Benji and your mom to hear…what do you want then?”
She stops moving against me and looks up at me, lips parted, eyes trailing from my temple to my mouth to my body.
“You.”
THIRTY-EIGHT
Present
ROLLAND VIRANI IS out of the hospital and back in the Virani mansion in Toronto. I’m also back in Toronto, temporarily, this time staying in Caden’s house. He plans to speak with his mother soon, and tonight, I’m having dinner with Tyler.
Tyler sits across the booth from me, his hands wrapped around a rum and Coke, same as mine. He takes a drink, golden eyes on mine.
“Tell me everything.”
I led him to believe nothing would be between Caden and me again. Imisled, obviously. Because now I can’t imagine leaving Caden’s side. Not again. That might make me a terrible person, because of Jack. It might send me straight to hell.
But I don’t care.
Caden and I…we were made to burn together.
I finish my drink, my second of the night, and we haven’t even ordered yet.
“You never asked what happened with Adam,” I say with a little smile, trying to dodge the subject, at least for the moment. Thinking of Rolland murdering his own son makes me feel sick. I haven’t thought about it. Or rather, I’ve tried not to. I know Caden has done the same.
But Tyler isn’t playing that game. He spins the glass in his fingers. “I didn’t have to. Adam is a dick bag. I knew it was only a matter of time.” He grins at me. “Besides, I also knew you were only using him to get over Caden and Jack. Although, why you couldn’t choose someone in your own country, I don’t get that.” He shakes his head and rakes a hand through his wavy hair.
I laugh out loud. “Says the guy whose boyfriend lives in Vancouver. The flight from Toronto to Raleigh is, like, a fifth of your flight time!”
Tyler narrows his eyes. “Don’t you dare turn this around. Adam is a cunt. He was always hovering around you in school, always waiting for Jack to slip up. Besides,” Tyler shrugs his broad shoulders, “guy hates gays.”
My eyes widen. That I didn’t know.
Tyler nods, seeing my reaction. “Oh yeah. Big time homophobe. You know he was on the wrestling team for about two seconds before he found out I was gay, and then he quit?” He finishes his drink after he finishes his sentence.
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me that?” I ask, appalled. I had no idea. Adam and I never really did much talking. We texted during our time away from each other and fucked during our time together.
Tyler pulls his menu closer to him, eyeing the appetizers. “Didn’t really matter. I knew you’d break it off with him soon. It wasn’t like you were going to marry the guy.”
“You let me date an asshole!” I accuse.
Tyler’s eyes flit to mine. “Seems like I’m letting you do that all over again, aren’t I?” But his gaze softens as he watches me. “Don’t worry about it, Ry. I knew you needed someone to help you move on, and Adam was there, waiting around like a sick puppy.” He taps his finger to something on the menu and leans back, crossing his arms, his biceps bulging beneath his band shirt. “Now, if this will finally get you talking about Caden, what happened? Between you and dick bag? Adam,” he clarifies with a sarcastic laugh.
I roll my eyes, glance at the menu without reading it. “Benji—”
“Oh yeah, Caden’s convict friend—”
“Benji,” I start again, glaring at Tyler, “sent me a text. A photo. Of Adam in the midst of fucking another woman at that sex club downtown.”
Tyler stares at me for a second, as if he can’t believe what I’m saying. And then he slaps his hand on the table and bursts into laughter. “I didn’t think the dude had it in him!” he says between snorts.
I feel my cheeks warm. “Really funny.”
The waitress comes to the table. Before she can say a word, I ask for another round of drinks for us, Tyler still gulping down air and laughing his ass off.
“Anyhow,” Tyler tries to feign seriousness, “I’m very glad you dumped his ass.”
“And blocked his number,” I add with a small smile.
