I wish I could say somethingnoble…or altruistic. I wish I had something that wouldn’t make me sound likethe most fucked-up son of a bitch in the world. But I can’t.
The doors open, and Tad heads to hisroom. I follow close behind. As we reach our respective rooms, we get our keysout. As we put them in, he looks to me like he’s searching for an answer. Likehe expects me to say something. Anything.
“Killing yourself won’t bring Jeffback,” he says, once again tearing into my soul with the subject that hurts memost.
Before I know it, I’m in his face,backing him up against the door.
Though his expression is cold, Ican tell it’s an act because he’s trembling.
“I don’t mind you picking at meabout a lot of things, but that isn’t one of them. He was my everything. He wasthe only reason…”
I stop myself.
He scans my face. “That’s whyyou’re so willing to throw yourself in harm’s way?” he asks. “Is this what youthink he’d want? To give his life for you and then have you throw it away?”
“You don’t have a right to judgeme, Tad. You don’t know what it’s like to have a hard time convincing yourselfthat there is a reason to keep on going, and if you knew just how hard it’sbeen, you never would have been stupid enough to throw yourself in front ofthat fucking bullet.”
“It wouldn’t have changed what Idid.”
I can tell by the look in his eyesthat he means it.
“Maybe you need to learn someself-preservation skills,” I say.
“Maybe you need to learn thatyou’re worth more than you realize.”
“You take a bullet for me andsuddenly you see me as this incredible guy?”
“Bryce, sometimes you are thestupidest piece of shit in the world,” he says, but just as quickly, he movesforward and kisses me.
I shove him back against the door.He breaks our kiss and moans.
I just slammed his injuredshoulder up against the door. I’m such a fucking dumbass. But in a way, I’mrelieved. This distraction gives me a chance to back out—a chance to thinkthrough what could become a massive mistake.
“We need to stop,” I say.
But he kisses me again. “Don’t,”he pleads between kisses.
The tension in my body relaxes ashe cups his hand around my neck and pulls me close.
The heat. The intensifying passionin each kiss. I know where this is leading.
He opens the door to his room, andwe slide out of our swimsuits as we hurry inside. We fish condoms quickly outof the nightstand. I suit up and soon I’m inside him, gripping onto his hair,yanking his head back as I plow into him from behind. My swimsuit is wrappedaround one ankle as I enjoy the feeling of his abs again—the ones that havegiven me such pleasure in the past.
I survey the beautiful flesh acrosshis back—taut against his muscles. Bruises and welts from the game as well asthe bandage over his bullet wound do little to taint this impressive form.
“Own my hole,” he says. He archeshis back, and I can tell by the way he surrenders his body to me that he’lltake whatever I have to give him.
“You like it when I take you likethis?” I ask. “Being dominated?”
“I’ve missed it so fucking much,”he says. “God, just give my body what I’ve needed since we stopped this.”
I slide my hand from his abs aroundto his back, down to his ass to enjoy that perky curve.
He cringes as I push into him. Hegrinds his teeth and rears his head back, twisting it to me, looking me in theeyes like he hates me for putting him through this pain. But I know better. Noone who offers their ass up so freely, without resistance, is doing anythingother than reveling in the experience.
His stare is cold, though. I don’tlike him having to work this hard to look at me. I want him to see me. What I’mdoing to him. I pull out and force him around.
“I want to see you,” I say. “Iwant to look into your eyes while I fuck you.”
