Page 12 of Dusk Secrets

And what a temptation it was.

When he had me pressed against the bank, his lean young body blanketing mine, all sense of reason disappeared. The sun was bouncing off all his piercings and making them glitter. He was wet and half naked and dripping for me. His nipples—his freakingnipples—were pierced and it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. Hotter than any lingerie Jenny ever wore and any porn I’d ever watched.

My cock likes the memory of it way too much. I try to hold myself back, but I can’t. I’m only human, and I have urges that I can’t deny. Like the urge to shove down my trunks and wrap my hand around my cock.

I close my eyes as I brace myself against the front door. The reality is that the kiss was tame in comparison to the things I’ve stopped myself from picturing, but I can’t stop the wayward thoughts now.

I want to feel that lip ring trail against my stiff length. I want those sweet lips that tasted of stale cigarettes wrapped around me, sucking me to the back of his throat, puffy and wet and coated with my cum. I want to fall on my knees for him and lick every inch of his pale body. I want his fingers stuffed in me, his cock splitting me in half, I want it all.

It's pure and carnal lust. It was an immediate attraction that drew me to him, but I also want more. I want to know what makes him so bitter, so angry. I want to know the things I could do to make him smile. I want to be the reason he smiles.

My breaths are coming out uneven and ragged like I’ve just run a mile as I come all over my hand. My legs feel like jelly as I let myself collapse against the door. Before I can stop it, I’m sobbing into my hands. I can’t want this. The memories of the last time I let myself stray come back to assault me.

“Is that what you want, son? Tell me and I’ll show you just how sick you are!

No, I can’t. I can’t do this. I can’t.

I get up and jump into the shower, roughly scrubbing at my hands and my dick despite the pain. I need to feel the pain. I need to be punished.

I sob into my hands, letting the shower water drip down my mouth, choking me. At some point, my legs can no longer hold me, and I collapse into myself onto the shower floor.

I got myself off on Noah, and it was a mistake that God will judge me for.

CHAPTER8

NOAH

It’s a whirlwind of chaos around me as the campers exit their ugly yellow buses and make their way down the winding path toward the camp entrance. There must be at least a hundred of them—all eager and excited—and I don’t think I stopped to realize how popular this place is.

“Isn’t this awesome?” Kendall asks, bouncing on her feet as she claps her hands. “Look at them all! This is going to be the best summer ever!”

I raise my pierced brow as I look at her bubblegum pink ‘Jesus Loves You’ T-shirt with the camp logo on the back and then cringe when I look down at my matching bright yellow one. “The greatest.”

She narrows her eyes at me as she slaps my arm with her clipboard. “Enough with the attitude, Noah. The campers will notice.”

“I think that’s his point,” Patrick snorts, pushing his thick glasses up his nose. He fidgets with his own clipboard and gulps when the noise of the campers nears us. “I always hate the first day.”

“Really? I love it!”

“As if that weren’t obvious,” I snark, but only half-heartedly. In the last week, I’ve grown to like Kendall and Patrick. They’re weird and quirky in their own endearing way. Kendall, for all her bubbly enthusiasm, is wicked smart. Patrick, while quiet, has a funny sense of humor. I never thought I’d actually make friends here, but it does take away from how awful this experience will be.

“Here they come!”

All the counselors take a step back and form a straight shoulder-to-shoulder line as the campers crowd around us. Jarred’s there, front and center, with a huge smile plastered on his face. He looks so proud, so happy, and it does weird things to my stomach.

“These are your counselors!” Jarred shouts loud enough for everyone to hear. “We’ll be calling you up and they’ll show you where your bunk is!”

He goes through the list of counselors and, slowly but surely, the hoard of children thins out as they all follow their people to their bunks. When I’m the last one standing, Jarred turns to me briefly before speaking. “Noah. The rest of these campers are yours.”

I hate the fact that his voice is strained and that he can barely look at me as he speaks.

I take a tentative step forward, and I can’t miss the way he sidesteps me when I get too close to him. I click my tongue as I wave my hand at the campers.

Things have been tense between us. In the last week, Jarred’s been so flighty around me. Every time I get anywhere near him, he acts like he has something else to do and flees. I can’t get him to make eye contact with me for more than a few seconds. Everything he has to say to me has been going through Kendall, and I think she’s too adorably clueless to question why.

“Thanks, boss,” I mumble, messing with my lip ring as I gesture at the campers to follow me. “Let’s go.”

The campers and I make our way through the center of the camp to the right side of the property where their bunks are located. I took a look at them yesterday and, if it’s even possible, they’re smaller than ours. I ignore all their questions as I give them the tour, mumbling and murmuring my way through it as my interaction with Jarred lingers in the back of my mind.

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