“Sweet dreams, my little treat,” I whisper into the darkness, hoping the words float over to him and through the pane somehow, someway. “I’ll be seeing you soon.” I pull my pierced bottom lip between my teeth, only allowing myself to watch his panic for a moment longer before I climb down and start the trek back to my car that’s parked a couple of blocks away.
My own dick is hard and throbbing inside my pants with its own heartbeat, but I ignore it in favor of replaying every single fuckin’ moment of my treat’s hand wrapped around his own cock—becauseIdid that to him. Without even touching him.
My words alone scared him and turned him on so bad, he couldn’t control himself.
Fuck. He’s perfect.
I clench my hands into fists, relishing in the pointed tips of my gloves digging into my palms. The sharp bite is just what I need to get me back to my car without hazing out. But the second the door closes, my eyes glaze over, and I’m stuck staring through the windshield for an undetermined amount of time as flashes of Madison run through my mind like a movie, taking over my conscious mind for its own viewing pleasure—not that I’m complaining.
He's utterly amazing.
I just don’t think I’ll ever be able to get him to that place where he won’t be such a scared little mouse…
Who knows.
Maybe.
I changed. And so did Kase.
But there’s something heavy inside of Madison that I don’t understand. Something… dark and twisted. And maybe, eventually, I can understand. But right now, when he’s so scared and pulling away, there’s no way he’ll let me close enough to try to figure out what it is.
I just want him.
And I know he wants me.
But I don’t know if he’lllethimself want me.
That’s the fuckin’ problem.
“Where were you?”Kase asks as I walk through the front door. I slowly pull it closed behind me even though I’ve already been caught. For some reason, my heart is in my throat, and I can’t swallow past the lump.
“Out,” I tell them as I yank my hoodie over my head and drop it beside the shoes. It’s soaked with sweat and needs washed, but that’s tomorrow’s problem.
“It’s nearly one,” Kaser says easily, but I know better.
They’re pissed. And that’s exactly why I’m not going to tell them where I was… orwhoI was with.
Things are a bit complicated now that we’ve resurrected this…thingbetween us. It’s only ever been about sex, but I feel like I owe them something when, in reality, I probably don’t. But they’re my best friend. And I’m lying to them.
I’m utterly fascinated with this boy.
He’s consuming my every waking thought, and I’m not telling Kaser about it.
Because I want to keep Madison all to myself.
“Ricky,” they call out as I brush past them in the front hall.
“Yes?” I turn and quirk my brow. My face and neck are still covered with the thick grease paint from work. I can see Kase’s curiosity in their eyes, and for a second, I worry I’m going to spill if they ask.
“What are you doing?” They reach out and drag their finger along my cheek, smearing the sweat-soaked paint.
“Whatever do ya mean?” I run my tongue along the fronts of my teeth, making Kase roll their eyes.
“You know what the fuck I’m talkin’ about.” They move back and cross their arms, leaning against the wall. Their muscles bulge around their biceps, and I rake my eyes down their body appreciatively.
“Can’t say I do.” I effectively end the conversation rightthere. Madison is mine, and I refuse to share him with anyone—even my best friend in a simple conversation.
I turn my back on Kaser and walk toward the bathroom so I can take a fucking shower—and take care of the straining problem in my pants because at this point, it’s beyond painful.
