And so would he.
I smirked when horror began to reach his eyes, the gravity of the situation finally settling in. I lightly tapped his cheek with my damp fingertips.
“Now, you won’t need porn the next time you do this,” I told him. “Because now, you’ve got the memory of my hands working you over and my lips on yours.” Leaning in, I smoothed my lips over his once more, keeping it chaste and soft. “I’ll see you around, Kreed.”
Then, I spun on my heel and left his room, also leaving him a spent mess on the bed he supposedly shared with my mom, though she was never home to be in it.
I bit back a laugh as I entered my room, my hand already slipping beneath the waistband of my shorts to fist my cock.
I had a taste of him, and it wasn’t damn near enough to sate me. Thanksgiving break couldn’t get here fast enough.
Chapter One
Hudson
* * *
Corvus glanced over at me from my passenger seat.
“You sure your fam doesn’t mind me tagging along?” he asked.
Corvus was my best friend—had been since we were in elementary school. The two of us were thick as thieves, as most people told us while we were while growing up. If one of us was in trouble, the other could be found not too far away, if they weren’t already at the scene. He was my ride or die, the person I went to when Mom was on her bullshit, which was quite a lot while I was growing up.
She hated that I was gay. Hated that I didn’t do well with authority. She couldn’t stand my ADHD and my autism. I wasn’t normal, and fuck, she hated abnormalities. I had no idea why my stepfather had married her. He was a decent guy. Didn’t look at me as if I were disgusting. Didn’t think I had some problem in my head that needed to be fixed.
Kreed had saved me when he married my mother when I was sixteen, but despite all of that, I was still determined to ruin him. Hence why I’d decided to come back home for Thanksgiving break instead of staying at my apartment with Corvus as we normally did. Since starting college, I’d avoided home most of the time in an attempt to stay away from Bonnie, my mother. I usually only went home during summer break because she was gone ninety-nine percent of the time.
But now that I’d had a taste of Kreed, I needed more. Needed to watch him break and fall to his knees before me. And I wasn’t missing this opportunity to make it happen. I had a whole week to work over Kreed until he was mine.
“Mom will probably mind,” I told him. “But that’s because she hates it when I come home. Fucking piece of work that she is.” My fingers tightened around the steering wheel of my Civic, the leather creaking as I did so. Any time I decided to come home and she was there, she and I did nothing but clash heads. Kreed tried to keep things amicable, but that just wasn’t possible with Mom.
Corvus snorted. “You think she’s even going to bother sticking around the house? She never does. Doesn’t make sense why she married Kreed.”
“It does,” I disagreed. “Kreed comes from old money—the kind of money that doesn’t easily get spent. We were talking generations upon generations of wealth. And my mother was nothing if she wasn’t a fucking gold digger.” That’d been the basis of my childhood—men coming and going as quickly as she changed her underwear. She bled them dry then disposed of them.
Until Kreed. Because Kreed had almost endless wealth. He gave her an allowance, which was way more than enough. Even she couldn’t manage to spend it all, and my mother was a fucking horrendous spender.
“Fucking piece of work, she is,” Corvus muttered.
I snorted. He hated my mom. I couldn’t count the number of times she’d tried hitting on him, even when he’d been underage. He’d always turned her down, but it’d gotten worse since he became legal and we went off to college. “You still planning to ruin their marriage?”
I smirked. “Fuck yeah, I am.” I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel as I slowed to a stop at a red light. “Kreed fucking Emerson is mine.” When Corvus and I had moved into the new apartment Kreed got for us—he got us a new one each school year—I’d told him what happened, and together, we came up with a plan to destroy my mother’s marriage and to make Kreed mine. Oh, he’d fight me at first. Of that, I was certain. He was closeted and married to my mother. His morals would burn him alive.
But I was nothing if not persistent. And I was my mother’s son, after all. I always got what I wanted.
Corvus hummed. “I’ve got an idea, if you’re open to hearing it.”
I pressed on the accelerator, moving through the intersection. We were only about five miles from home, and I was growing impatient. I hadn’t seen or heard from Kreed since that night almost four months ago. And I couldn’t wait to upend his world, especially since I hadn’t told anyone Corvus and I were coming home for the week.
“What is it?”
“You know how your mom is fucking obsessed with me?”
I nodded.
“I can keep her distracted while you work Kreed over. We only have a week to accomplish this, remember?”
I barked out a laugh. “You sure you want to fuck with that particular devil?” I asked him. “She’s… something else.”
