“I amnota nerd,” he says, indignant. “I’ve got an online following of forty-seven million people. How many do you have?”
“Fewer than that. But you know what I haven’t done? I haven’t casually committed about fifteen felonies in the process of snooping around in an uninterested man’s life.”
That last part is a lie, said only to twist the knife. It lands just as I intended, and I fucking hate the stricken look Rami has no hope of hiding because even his poker face is shit.
He definitely liked it better when my hand was around his throat.
So did I.
Rami lets out a frustrated huff. “It’s not against the law to be going in the same direction or show up in the same place as someone else. Especially if there is no ill intent.”
Refocusing on the actual words coming out of his face, I waggle my finger.
“All of those enhanced cyber-stalking bills that were passed last year? You pretty much broke every single one of them, especially with that tracker you used.”
He blanches, his pretty olive skin going a queasy gray. Holding out the palms of his hands, he pleads, “I didn’t realize it was that serious. Genuinely. I’ll stop. I really will. I didn’t mean to cause you stress. I’m trying to do right by the community, and I can’t do that if I’m in jail.Please.”
God, he’s so pretty when he begs.
“Then what the fuck were you thinking?”
“I just thought…” Rami’s ears turn bright red. “Never mind what I was thinking.”
“Oh no, out with it. What were you thinking, Bash?”
His chin goes to his chest, and I hate his sad little pout, if only because there are other, better, things for his mouth to do.
Pathetic, Valentine. Pathetic.
“I don’t know what the big deal is about cutting my hair,” he answers, his eyes downcast. “For fuck’s sake, it was just a blowjob. And then you said that thing about my dads, and then Sy also said something similar about my dads, and I was just trying to put it together. Only, you lead a pretty boring life, and I found jack shit on my dads. But I thought I found something I was really good at while getting to know you a little better.”
His voice peters off on the last sentence.
Just a blowjob, my ass. I’ve been jacking off to that blowjob for over a month.
Also, I made things boring on purpose, hoping he’d stop this foolishness with the stalking, but I can’t have him thinking of me like that.
“I need you to hear me when I say this.” I crowd him again until our noses are almost touching. Until desire flashes in those hypnotic eyes. “You are not good at it. You are very, very bad at it, and not for lack of trying. You don’t have the instinct. And what I said about your fathers stands. Just because you can’t find what is right in front of your face doesn’t mean it’s not true. Now, if you would, please promise me you’ll stop stalking me. And if your fathers ask, I beg you to tell them you stopped because you got bored.”
He sucks in a deep breath, his eyes a little shiny.
Fuck.Please don’t cry, or I’ll hafta kiss it better, and I won’t be able to stop.
But you do not have a death wish.
No. No, I do not.
Thankfully, Rami manages to school his face while the angel and devil of my deviant nature wage war over how soft his lips look. And how pretty they looked stretched around my fat cock.
“How would my fathers know anything?” Rami asks, histone neutral as my pained inhale echoes in the otherwise empty restroom.
Rather than taking his mouth in the way I so desperately want to, I push off, my boots noisy on the tiled floor as I leave his question unanswered. Once I’m out of the restroom, I make my way to my gun case, grab it, and go. Passing Rami again as he exits the restroom, I notice he still hasn’t gotten his hair cut.
Maybe he’s growing it out.
Maybe it’s none of my business.
15
