I stand by my answer
Sariel:
Uri, where did you go this morning? You weren’t here when I woke
Uriel:
Just had something to do, Baby Blue
Raphael:
Stealing my desk. Where the fuck is it, Uri?
Are they still doing that stealing competition? The first time I heard about it was three months ago when my brother asked me to help him take the bed out of Raphael’s home.
Raphael:
I know how to kill a man with a thumb
Lori:
Who doesn’t?
My brain is scrambling just reading this. I leave their chat and open Vulture’s. He texted me this morning.
Vulture:
How was the restaurant I recommended?
Me:
It did the trick
Vulture:
That good, eh?
Vulture:
I want to be the first to meet him
Why does he want to meet Sully? Like I’ll let Vulture’s charming ways anywhere near him.
Yesterday, when I saw the archery range clerk looking at Sully a little too long, I almost tore his eyes out and squashed them under my boots. Even when he wears his usual baggy clothes, people’s gazes linger, but for our date, he chose those fucking jeans that were wrapping his juicy ass and long legs and a sweater that emphasized his slender form. I saw Michael and Ramiel helping him get ready through the camera that I installed over his window. Ramiel kept sending flying kisses toward it, the dumb fuck. Sully looked happy, so I let it go.
I was only glad to leave the restaurant. Seeing him turn all possessive over me almost made me nut inside my jeans. My little chick has claws, it was damn time I saw them. I still remember his joyful smile when his arrow hit the target. He has perfect white teeth, except for one incisor that overlaps the tooth beside it. And when he bites his lower lip and I see that little pointy end sinking in the tender flesh…Fucking. Hell. He did it last night when he was wearing that damn hot leather harness. And with those cuffs and ball gag? Jesus Christ, I think he made my dick grow another inch. I’ll definitely buy more stuff we can try.
He was nervous in the beginning, and he had every right to be. My brawny body is three times his flimsy one. Where I’m solid, he’s delicate—that pale skin is marking heaven. It would have been so easy for me to take what I wanted from him. But that would have been counterproductive. No need when I have my little chick following my lead so perfectly. He gave himself to me, letting me do whatever the fuck I wanted, which luckily seems to be in tune with Sully’s dirty imagination.
Not surprisingly, I can’t find so much as a scrap of boredom anywhere within me when I am near Sully. He holds my interest constantly. His body, his mind, his unpredictable actions keep me captivated, wanting for more.
I finally hear a car coming down the driveway. I leave the bench and wait. It’s Linda’s. I didn’t know she was coming. I’m at thefamilytraining facility again, but for a different reason this time.
She gets out, closes the car door, puts on the alarm with a chirp, and pockets the fob before looking at me.
“Ezra.”
“Linda,” I greet her, imitating her level of wariness.
