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“Probably.” Brick made short work of his drink while he debated calling or texting his mother. He really wanted to hear her voice, but he was afraid that he’d get too emotional if he talked to her. She would definitely know something was wrong, and he didn’t want to have to lie to her.

He settled on a quick text, letting her know what episode of Tiger and Rose he was on with a promise to call tomorrow on his lunch break to catch up.

ok love u! <3 <3 <3

His mother’s text back made him smile. She had an old flip phone that she refused to upgrade, so she always typed out hearts like that since she didn’t have any emojis. To think he wouldn’t have been able to see those dumb little hearts ever again…

Brick had Junior make him another drink, and he tried to focus on the show to distract himself.

Junior meandered around the house after that, explored the fridge, and eventually went out on the front porch to take a phone call. Judging by Junior’s big dorky smile, it was someone he really liked.

Jules had his arm around Brick, his thick fingers brushing Brick’s arm. The simple touch was comforting, as was the press of Jules’s lips whenever he leaned over to kiss Brick’s hair. It could have been any other normal evening with any other normal couple—except Brick’s face was sore from the beating he’d taken after being kidnapped, Jules’s gun was digging into Brick’s hip, and there were eight bullets lined up on the edge of the coffee table.

While the alcohol lulled some of Brick’s anxiety, he was unable to stop staring at the bullets. He excused himself briefly to go stick them in the top drawer of his desk. When he came back, he paused to admire the sight of Jules relaxing on the couch.

Jules was clearly tired, but his smile was bright when he saw Brick.

The way Jules smiled at him made Brick feel like he was falling and promptly sent his heart into overdrive. The resulting rush left him hot and got his dick hard, and the only thing he could think of right now was being utterly devoured by Jules.

Jules had saved Brick’s life multiple times over, showed him a passion Brick had never known before, and hell, Jules had even fixed his damn flamingo just because he knew how much it had meant to Brick.

This man had said he would have burned down the city for him.

Brick believed him.

“What is it?” Jules asked, clearly curious why Brick was staring at him. “You need somethin’, baby boy?”

“Just you.” Brick sat right in Jules’s lap, wrapping his arms around him. “I just need you, Daddy.”

“Yeah?” Jules seemed surprised but welcomed Brick with a big hug. He rubbed Brick’s thigh, his thumb sliding inward toward Brick’s groin. “Need somethin’ specific, baby?”

Jules’s strong hand sent unexpected shivers up Brick’s spine, and Brick inhaled shakily. “Oh, definitely. I have some very specific needs that require immediate attention.”

“Tell Daddy what you need, baby boy.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Yeah?” Jules perked up.

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t think about anything other than your dick.” Brick could hardly believe what he was saying, but he was so aroused that he didn’t care and he kept going. “I want you to fuck me so hard that I can’t fuckin’ walk right tomorrow. I want the whole world to disappear so it’s just me, you, and your cock. Please, Daddy.”

“Your wish is my fuckin’ command, baby boy. I’m gonna take you upstairs, and I’m gonna fuck you all damn night until the sun comes up. By the time I’m done with you, you ain’t gonna be able to move or speak except for sayin’ my name.”

“Promise?”

“It’s a fuckin’ guarantee.”

Chapter Seventeen

By the time they reached the bedroom, Brick was nearly berserk. He was totally consumed with the desire to get Jules’s cock inside of him as fast as humanly possible. He quickly banished any hesitations from his mind, thankful for the buzz from the alcohol to block out the nasty memories trying to rear their ugly heads.

He wanted his Daddy. He wanted to feel good. He didn’t want to be afraid or disgusted or angry, and he needed Jules in that moment more than he’d ever needed anything.

Jules was on board to hurry things along, his teeth clicking against Brick’s as they made out in a wild frenzy and tore at each other’s clothes.

Brick only broke away when Jules took off his gun and holster, and he hurried into bed after kicking off his pajama pants. He was already grabbing lube out of the bedside table when Jules joined him, and he gasped when Jules snatched the bottle away from him.

“On your side, baby boy. Roll over,” Jules commanded.

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