“You fucked me so good,” he murmurs as he wraps himself around me like an octopus to a rock. “Why’d you wait so long to get in these guts?”
“I was afraid to activate your slut gene.”
“Slut gene activated. I’m going to want that 24-7,” he says, and I groan like I’m not looking forward to it. “Did you mean what you said?”
“I said a lot of things.”
“About the bikers?”
“If there are bikers in your future, it will be under my direction. I only share my toys when I feel like it.” I give him a pointed look.
A mad glee lights up his face as he exclaims, “Were youjealoustonight, Mr. Peacock?”
“Of Hairy Barry, the serial rapist. I wasn’t jealous, Adam, I was furious. I wanted to club him over the head with his Oscar every time he touched you.”
“You know,” he says, drawing his hand through my chest hair so that it tickles, “If I get cast inWrecked, chances are there may be some steamy make-out scenes. You going to get jealous then?”
“Absolutely.”
“And what will you do?” he asks, foolishly tempting me.
“Well, it’s your work, so it’s not like I could inject your lips with hyaluronic acid until they’re so swollen you cannot speak to say your lines.”
He stares at me, probably wondering if I would do it. I might.
“You’re so cute when you’re jealous.” He burrows his head in my neck. “You know what happens now don’t you?”
“I’m out of cheesecake.”
He snickers softly against my skin. “Not that. Now we say the words.”
“Don’t forget to brush your teeth?” I say, recalling our nightly routine.
“No, the other ones. Here, I’ll go first because I know it’s hard for you.” He props himself up on his elbows and smiles, dazzling me with those sparkling ocean eyes. Looking at Adam is like gazing directly into the sun—disorienting and dangerous.
“I love you, Cassius Peacock,” he says, shocking me yet again.
He… loves me?
Love?
I’ve never loved a man before. Been infatuated, yes. Been obsessed with getting them underneath me. But love? I love Lucia in a platonic way but only that. I may have loved my mother once, on one of her good days. The word gets stuck in my throat as I contemplate the nature of romantic love and wonder if it’s something I even have the capacity to offer. But all my behaviors toward Adam speak to an intense desire to possess and control him, to dominate, protect, and even to nurture him, his career at the very least. I want what’s best for him, what Ithink is best. Is it possible that what we have is, in fact, love?
Perhaps we shouldn’t get ahead of ourselves just yet.
“I am quite fond of you as well, my Beautiful Adam.”
He sighs, still smiling. “Good enough.”
Chapter12
Adam
Cassius has turned me into a total slut. I want it all the time. I wake up craving dick and fall asleep wishing he were still inside me. I’ll be in the middle of a workout and my mouth will suddenly start to water, and my asshole will tingle, and my dick will get hard because it’s been a few hours since my last dose of vitamin D. Cassius fills me up better than a Hot Pocket. I messed around and got a-dick-ted.
I’m riding him in bed one morning when Cassius gets a phone call. “Talk to me, Beth,” he says to the caller, and I pause, thinking he’ll want me to stop, but he pinches my thigh and gestures for me to keep going, so I bounce on his dick while he negotiates some sort of deal. His words are clipped and professional, but his eyes are black with lust as he watches me. I caress my pecs and abs, working him deep inside me, making the knob of his cock rub against my prostate over and over in just the right spot. A low moan escapes me because it feels so good, and Cassius smacks my cheek, which only makes it harder for me to keep quiet. I bite my lip, but still a groan slips out, especially as a rush of heat floods my groin and my dick jumps, telling me I’m close. Cassius knows it too because he squeezes my erection savagely to keep me from coming and thrusts upward, so I can feel him punching my guts.
“Fuck,” he says and throws the phone across the bed. In an instant I’m on my back with my legs spread and Cassius hammering into me. “You fucking come before me again, and I’m going to put your dick in a cage,” he snarls, but I really can’t help it. He turns me on too much! My run is going to be torture today, but I don’t care about that right now. I don’t even care if I’m above my target weight, I just want to be fucked so deep and so hard that I feel him in my throat. He roars as he finishes inside me, then grabs my dick roughly and pumps it like an air gun until I fire off.
