Page 19 of Dysfunctional

“Don’t use me again. For any reason. Especially if you’re just going to disappear to get your dick touched.”

He nods once. “So, you do like guys,” he says, his hand coming between us, his knuckles brushing my growing erection.

“I wouldn’t say that.”

He smirks. “So, you like me.”

“I wouldn’t say that either.”

His fingers undo my pants and slowly dip into the waistband of my boxer-briefs. He pauses, waiting for me to stop him.

Maybe it’s the liquor, or perhaps it’s all the sexual energy in this place. I’ve watched people fuck in multiple ways since being here, and it would be a lie to say it didn’t affect me. I’m definitely turned on, so I let him put his hand on me. His fingers wrap around my shaft, and he moans.

“Mm.”

I close my eyes while he touches me.

“Look at me,” he says. I don’t. He strokes a few more times. “Look at me.” I don’t listen. “I did get rid of the girl when I saw you following me,” he whispers.

My eyes fly open. “Why?”

“Because my plan worked.”

He runs his thumb over my crown and it takes everything in me to ask another question, because all I want to do is succumb to the pleasure his touch is giving me.

“What plan?”

He runs his nose up the side of my neck until his lips brush against the shell of my ear. His breath dances across my flesh when he says, “To get your attention.”

Kaspian

ChapterEight

He pulls away quicker than I was ready for, shoving his cock back in his pants and fastening them back up.

“What are you talking about?” His brows furrow, creating deep lines between them.

“Maybe right now isn’t the best time to talk about this.”

“Are you saying you were taking these girls solely to get my attention?”

“Taking?” I question.

“Enough with the games, Kaspian.”

“That’s funny, coming from you.”

“Me?”

“That’s right. You.”

He huffs before turning and leaving. I’m quick on his heels, following him through the building until we’re outside. Ezra cuts to the right, but there’s nothing out here. The club is miles from another business or residence. It’s secluded on purpose.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

He ignores me and keeps walking, so I turn back and head for the car. He’s not gonna make it very far, and I’m good at tracking people, so I’ll find him.

Two minutes later, I pull up alongside him on a narrow road that’ll lead us to the highway. After I push the button to bring the window down, I say, “Just get in.”

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