“Fuck,” I spit out, my voice a mess. “Coming.”
We are so comfortable, so wrapped up in each other. I don’t understand the power Rami has over me. He comes as I come, and it is too much and so perfect all at once.
It’s almost painful how tight he’s squeezing me, and now I understand what he meant last night. The pleasure and pain are the perfect mix. I stay inside him as long as I can, thrusting through my hot cum while smearing his cum over his belly, marking him inside and out.
Mine.
We eventually return to the shower, making out like lovers, like we’ve been doing this for years, staring into each other’s eyes, neither of us willing to say what’s happening between us.
As the water turns cold, sadness dims the Caribbean blue of his eyes. I turn off the faucet and grab a towel, holding him to me as I dry him.
“What’s this look?” I finally ask, unable to stand it for a second longer. “Why so sad?”
He shakes his head and presses his face into my neck, and we stand there in my tiny bathroom, hugging each other.
“Rami?”
“You’ll think I’m so stupid.”
“I’ve seen your IQ and your SAT scores. I can assure you, I know you are not stupid.”
“Street stupid,” he murmurs, deprecating himself with my words. “Heart stupid.”
I inhale sharply, wondering if he understands how brave he really is. Certainly braver than I am.
“Would it help you to know that, with everything I’ve learned about your family, this night I spent with you is still the thing blowing my mind the most?”
He pulls away, his eyes a little red around the edges. “You don’t have to say that.”
“I know.” I cup his jaw and place a soft kiss on his lips. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.”
“But…my fathers.”
“They don’t get a say in this, do they?”
He straightens his shoulders, that half-smirk appearing. “No, I guess they don’t.”
We’re still being coy with our words, but…this is different.
I hold him and kiss him for minutes or hours, I don’t know. We could’ve continued kissing, but a notification goes off on Rami’s phone. He ignores it at first, but after the third ding, he reluctantly pulls away. “I just need to make sure everyone’s okay.”
I’m already nodding, stopping only to kiss his nose, then wrap the towel around him and smack his ass as he leaves the bathroom. Grabbing another towel, I finish drying myself off. By the time I walk back into my living room, towel wrapped around my waist, Rami is shaking his head.
“Bad news?”
“I don’t know.” His jaw strained, he continues, “Brantley was released this morning. His lawyer contacted me, said Brantley’s release is conditional. He’s asking me to provide them with an amicus brief. He wants me to say he’s a stand-up guy who can be trusted to cooperate with the government.”
I figured Brantley would run the second he got out, so a request like this is unexpected. Given the amount of jail timehe’s facing, I suppose turning on whoever he committed fraud with was inevitable. I keep that to myself. Instead, I say, “You don’t seem very excited about the prospect.”
Rami sets the phone down and rubs his forehead. “The best and worst thing about me is that I am loyal to my friends. I’ll ride into the battle for any one of them, anytime, even if it means getting into trouble.”
He tells me how he and his cousin-friends got the Wildling nickname. I’d known the basics from the news reports, but when he talks about what it meant to have his cousins go all-in together, it’s endearing as hell.
“But…” I say, wanting to know where he is with all of this.
“Silas thinks Brantley’s guilty, and he’s never steered me wrong.”
I press my lips into a line. And he notices.
