I was never going to win this. My fate was entirely dependent on whether or not this intruder decided I should live or die, and nothing about that felt fair at all.
“On your knees, ginger snap. Then you’re going to tell me everything you know about Caleb. If I find out you’re lying, I’ll blow your brains out all over this sad, pathetic room you call a gym.”
What amess.
A hot mess… don’t get me wrong…But still amess.
I currently had araginghard Ryan Fairview on his knees before me at gunpoint, and I would be lying if I said I was looking anywhere other than his dick.
I have to say, this was the first time someone had ever gotten hard for me while I tried to kill them, but I wasn’t complaining.
Something about that was so hot. What else would make this little psycho hard?
Fuck.
Focus, Cal.
I couldn’t think about that yet. First, I needed to make sure what he had just said was true.
He said he hadn’t been the one to hurt the boy, Caleb… but that’s exactly what someone who got caught hurting a kid would say… right?So why did I believe him?
He wasn’t giving me ‘guy saying whatever he had to in order to survive’ vibes.
He was giving me ‘I’m offended that you would even think that. I’m a good person, and that accusation totally fucks with my own personal code of morals’ vibes.
However, I was partially convinced that I was thinking with my cock at this point. Let’s be serious. I wanted it to be true. He was so fucking delicious.
His dick wasso fucking hardin his jeans, and I sucked my lip ring into my mouth as I eyed his considerable bulge. The way his entire face had flushed when I called him out for getting hard for me… Did he blush like that everywhere? Did his balls get all rosie and pink too?
I wanted to find out.
Murder or sex, murder or sex…
Fuck. Me.
I was clearly all fucked up.
I clicked the safety off on the gun and pressed it flush against his forehead. He groaned, and I couldn’t tell if it was from sheer terror or from the fact that fear clearly turned him on.
Jesus Christ.
Now I was fucking hard too.
This was definitely the most fucked up hit I had ever done.
Yep.
Maybe I needed a vacation…
“I didn’t hurt the kid,” Ryan was saying. I shook my head, snapping myself out of my dazed state.
“Prove it,” I snarled. Hot as he was, it didn’t matter. If he was someone who hurt kids, he had to fucking go. I wasn’t exactly awhite knight, but kids? They needed someone to fight for them. No one had fought for us.
“I swear. He’s sleeping upstairs. You can ask him. I think he comes here because his parents hurt him and he needs a safe place to go. I’ve never turned him away, and I never will. I’m currently trying to figure out what to do next. I can’t send him home to those monsters, but legally, he can’t stay here.”
I crouched down without removing the barrel of my gun from Ryan’s forehead.
His breaths were short and ragged. I could catch small hints of mint on his breath, and honestly, it smelledsofucking good. That, coupled with the damp, masculine scent of his sweat, mixed in with the clean laundry smell of his T-shirt, had me reeling.
