My body reacts to his words and my balls draw up, ready to release, but Bouche suddenly pulls out and stumbles backward, leaving me on the edge with nothing to cling to.
I roll over, sliding to the floor and fisting my erection wildly. My hole throbs, which only adds to my pleasure and need. It only takes a few strokes before I finally find bliss, spilling over my hand and onto the dirty motel carpet.
When it’s over, I slump against the bed, on my knees, and overstimulated. Bouche is watching me across the space, leaning against the dresser, his now-spent cock heavy and gorgeous between his legs.
“I hate you,” he mumbles.
I nod, managing to get to my feet even though my legs are shaky. “I know.”
Dragging his hand through his hair. “I… I don’t know what got into me, but, um, I?—”
“Don’t you dare apologize. If I didn’t want it I could’ve stopped it.”
“But the things I said…”
“Heat of the moment.”
He nods, but his jaw is tense and his brow is still creased. “We should clean up.”
“And check on Boone. He’s been gone for a while.”
Bouche’s face falls. “Fuck. He has.”
We clean up and dress quickly. I’m out the door before Bouche, but it only takes me a second to figure out what happened. Oh no.
“Fuck.” I pull a note off the door with Bouche’s name on it and hand it to him.
He looks confused as he unfolds it, and I watch his face fall. “Damn him.”
“What happened?”
He hands me the note and I read it with a pit growing in my stomach.
Pax,
I’m sorry but I can’t let you get involved in this. I can’t let your friend fuck his whole life and job up over me. I got a little money and I’ll be okay. I’ll call and check in but don’t worry about me. You’ve done enough of that, and it’s time I dealt with my own problems.
I love you and you’re the best brother in the world. It’s time for you to be happy and let me go. Do that for me.
Boone.
Jesus. He took off?
Bouche looks absolutely destroyed. “Now what? I just sit back and let my brother…” His eyes well with tears. “They’re gonna kill him, Wraith.”
“Hey.” I take a chance and touch his arm. “I’m still here, and I have resources. We’ll find him.”
“How? He could be anywhere.”
“It’s what I do, Bouche. I took down the license plate of the rental when we got here.”
“Why?”
“Habit. My brother Whisper can find anyone. We’ll start there.” I can ask for that without telling Whisper more than he needs to know. This is my problem and I won’t compromise my brothers. “Come on.”
After we gather Boone’s things, including the folder of evidence, from the room, we head downstairs. Sitting in Bouche’s car, I use the messaging app to send a request only toWhisper.
Me: Hey. Can you check the cameras along I-60 heading north and south for a license plate?
