He snorts.“You don’t even want us together.”
“I love her,” I tell him, sitting up.“And I love you.I don’t care how many times I say it to you and you don’t say it back, but I loveyou.And all my jealousy and possessiveness put to the side, I want the two of you to love each other.The three of us are one.We don’t work without the others.”
He gives me a sidelong glance.“Right.And if I stepped out of the picture, you wouldn’t take Kat for yourself?”
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t,” I say with a crooked smile.“She’smine to the end, pretty boy.But my life wouldn’t be as sweet if you weren’t in it.”
He frowns at me with a mocking look in his eyes.“What happened to Crane?Who is this man?”He lifts up the end of the covers and pretends to look under the bed.
“This man is high right now,” I tell him.“Why don’t you take off your clothes and come to bed?”
“Ah,” he says with a nod.“There he is.”
I grin.“It sounded like a question, but it was a statement.”
“Of course,” Brom says.He gets to his feet and starts unbuttoning his shirt, knowing what I like to see, the peek of his taut, tanned skin underneath the white fabric, the slow reveal as he pulls it over his head.
I take my time gazing at his upper body, never getting tired of it.His veined, thick arms, the wide expanse of his shoulders, the dusting of dark hair across the chiseled planes of his hard chest, the way the hair leads down over the furrows of his etched abdomen, down farther past the sharp V of his hips.
His trousers come off next.His cock already at attention, a dark and formidable seven inches against his muscular thighs, his balls heavy underneath, swinging as he takes two steps toward me.
“Where do you want me?”he asks.His lids are heavy from the drug, maybe from desire.
“Where do you want me, sir?”I correct him, just for fun.
“Where do you want me,sir?”
I watch him for a moment, the petulance in the way he holds his mouth, the defiance and lust in his dark eyes, the furrow in his brow.God, I love this man.
I want him to love me too.That might be my darkestsecret—not what happened to Marie, but that I want this wild, contemptuous young man to love me the way that I love him.
“I want you to undress me, slowly, using your hands, using your tongue.I want you to take your time.Then I want you to take that oil in the drawer and put it on your cock.Then put it on me.I want you to lie on top of me and fuck me.”
He stares at me, his mouth parting and wet.“When you say you want me to fuck you…”
“I’m saying come inside me.I submit to you for tonight, Brom.I am yours.”
He swallows hard, his cock visibly twitching in response.“You really are high,” he whispers, practically salivating.
Maybe I am.Maybe this isn’t what I would normally do.
But I’ve thought about it.
I’ve thought about it with him, wanting to know what his cock would feel like inside me.I’ve thought about submitting to him for once, just to know what it feels like.
“I’m curious,” I tell him, “to see what I’m missing out on.”
“Aren’t you worried?”he asks, reaching down and undoing my trousers and freeing my cock, which springs to full height.“About the horseman?”
“Not for tonight,” I tell him truthfully.“I trust that you can keep him at bay.”
He doesn’t need to know that while he was in the bathroom earlier, I very liberally sprinkled salt all around the room and placed some obsidian and black tourmaline towers at certain spots for good measure.He might not be in chains, and I might be high, but that doesn’t mean I trust the horseman not to show up announced.
He nods at that, and then he gets to work.He slowly undresses me until I’m nude, then takes his time sliding his hands all over my body, running his rough beard along my skin, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake.He does this until my whole body feels alive and my nerves are dancing, begging for more.
Then he takes the oil out of the desk and slides it over his cock.I watch for a perfect minute as his eyes close, and it’s just him and his beautiful body, his hands working himself with expert precision, bringing himself close to the edge but never over.
Then his eyes fix on me and he shoves my knees up, making my legs part further, ensuring my hips roll back to give him the best access.
