Page 45 of Be Mine, Cruel Valentines

So why in the fuck am I feeling off?My fist collided with the lockers that lined the wall. It did nothing to stop the weird feeling I couldn’t squash.

Everyone had left me in the room alone except the only two who could tolerate my anger. Leyton was on the bench, phone in hand. I felt his gaze on me as I turned around and walked toward the door, only to make it there in four strides and have to turn right back around.

Theon, on the other hand, leaned against the wall, pushing himself off only to fall back against it. Football season was in full swing. As long as we didn’t have conflicting schedules, we made it a habit to go to each other’s events.

“You know what you need,” Theon said as he moved over to the door and slipped out.

I didn’t pay him any attention as I continued to pace. I didn’t feel right. Every muscle was too tense. Even bouncing on the balls of my feet felt off.

“Talk,” Leyton said.

He knew damn well I sucked at that. I flipped him off instead as I tried to find my rhythm.

“One fight isn’t going to make everything we worked for disappear,” Leyton said.

“I don’t care. I don’t fucking lose.” My anger and agitation were there, so why in the fuck did I feel weird?

“When was the last time you got laid?” Theon asked as he burst back through the door he slipped out.

I shrugged. “It’s been a minute. My last encounter happened with—” My brain seized up as I realized the last person I had on my cock was none other than the bastard I couldn’t get out of my head.

“Let me guess, our little toy was the last time you got off, right?” Theon opened the door and yanked Ramsey in.

He was dropped to the middle of the floor. His big eyes flickered between the three of us. My cock was instantly hard, and I groaned, wanting nothing more than to hurt him.

We’d agreed Ramsey Laureati was ours. Theon had already taken a bite out of him, and he hadn’t shut the hell up about it. The itch to take Ramsey burned under the surface, ever present in everything I did. I couldn’t even drown out the need when I worked out.

Maybe Theon was on to something. I stepped toward him, and Ramsey scrambled back. His running only made me hornier.

“Careful,” Leyton warned.

Ramsey’s big doe eyes didn’t so much as look away from me. There was fear but lust as well swimming in the warm brown depths.

Leyton grabbed Theon and ushered him toward the door. “Ah, but come on, I want to watch.”

I needed this moment. As much as I realized I didn’t mind sharing with those two, all the pain and pleasured-filled moans I dragged out of Ramsey were mine alone.

“Leyton, come on,” Theon whined.

He punched Theon in the back. To Theon’s credit, Leyton grunted but kept walking.

“Alright.” He winked at me. “Record it.”

I flipped him off. The moment the door shut, I stared down at Ramsey. He moved to his knees, and I pushed him back on his ass.

“Your knees, they can handle you being on them?”

“They’re fine. The pain is nothing more than an ache now.” His head tilted, and his tempting lips stretched up into a smile. “You guys have hurt me far worse.”

Will he fix what’s wrong with me?I didn’t have the answers. However, shoving away the dire lust I had for him was doing more harm than good.

“Open your mouth like a good little slut.”

Ramsey did, his tongue lolling out, ready for me to slide my cock home. Wet heat surrounded my length, and it took everything I had not to shove it down his throat

Ramsey looked up at me through his thick lashes, and I lost it. I shoved my cock down his throat, and his muffled scream vibrated around my cock.

I pulled back slightly. Instead of him jerking away, Ramsey coughed and continued to lap at my cock like a popsicle, and we were in the middle of an Arizona summer heat wave.

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