“Want some help with that?” Kase calls out, and I stop just before my hand wraps around the doorknob. I look down at my cock tenting the fabric of my pants, then back up at the white door in front of me.
They’ve moved closer. I can hear Kase’s breath feet away, feel their body heat radiating toward me,beggingto be touched. I can taste it in the air, but for the first time, the taste doesn’t appeal to me.
Because it’s not him.
Fuck.
“Not tonight, Kase,” I tell them, turning my head slightly to the side so they can see the half-quirk of my lips. “I’m tired.” And that’s not a lie, but it’s not the body kind of tired they probably think I mean.
I’m exhausted fighting this… thisthinginside that’s frothing at the maw to take another bite of my sweet little treat. I’ve had him so close I could almost taste him again, but then, he scurried away, lost in the wind yet again.
Now,that’sexhausting me.
“Mhm. I’m sure you are.”
“I wasn’t at the club,” I tell them honestly.
“I know. You wouldn’t go in full gear,” they say, nodding toward my clothes and probably the paint still on my skin, too. “But it makes me wonder whatyou wouldgo in full gear for?”
“Give it a rest,” I groan, smacking my head against the door before pushing away and stalking toward Kaser. I push them so deep into the wall, they barely even have room to suck air intotheir lungs. “Is this what you want, Kase?” I purr against their throat as I dip my head down. I reek of humid summer air and sweat, but I know they don’t care. And frankly, neither do I.
“You want my hands on you?” I ask, trailing the tip of my tongue across the shell of their ear. “Hmm?”
“Yes,” they breathe out, falling slack against the wall, against me. And I fucking revel in it.
It’s not him, but it’s someone.
And I’m probably a shitty fucking person for taking advantage of my best friend right now. Like this. But I don’t care enough to stop myself from shoving my hand down the front of their pants and wrapping my fingers around their cock.
Chapter Fourteen
Slow Down
Madison
I’m going to be sick.
I’m going to be sick.
I’m going… to…
I throw my head over the side of the toilet just in time to spew the contents of my stomach, which is throbbing and convulsing to the beat of my erratic heart.
Static saw me.
I don’t know how or where, but he did.I know he did.
But I fell right into his trap. I let my emotions override my brain, and now… now—“Oh, God.” My stomach heaves again, and I retch over the toilet, though there’s nothing left to empty.
A knock sounds at the door. “Hey, man. You, uh, all right?” Collin asks awkwardly.
“Y-yeah,” I stutter, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Just, you know.”
“Okay, man. Take it easy,” he says, and then, I hear his retreating footsteps, leaving me in ringing silence once more.
“Shoot,” I gasp, falling back against the tub. I shiver when the cool porcelain seeps into my exposed skin, but I don’t move.
I can’t.
