Probably not, because I can’t imagine a more beautiful sight than this man in my mouth. “Aiden, I’m close. Holy fuck, your mouth. Hot fucking mouth.” He groans. Then he looks up. Glassy dark eyes. My own night sky.
I suck him harder and watch his chest rise and fall fast with every rough suck of my mouth. He shudders, stomach muscles tightening.
Something is happening.
Something deep.
Something that scares me in the best way.
“Aiden, I’m gonna... Fuck, I’m gonna...” His head slams back onto the pillow, back arching, hips punching up into my mouth as I drink his sweet cum. “Holy f-fuck,” he pants, grabbing my head and pushing me off him.
He sags when he’s spent. Then he looks at me and I think I might die.
He’s destroying me.
Everything I’ve built. Everything I am.
He’s killing it all and I’m too weak to stop him.
“Good?”
His eyes blow wide. “Good?” He laughs. “ You’re lethal and you have no fucking idea. Come here, baby.” He grabs for me to crawl up his body, his eyes going dark as I hover over him.
“Give me your mouth.”
Confused for a moment, he opens, and my tongue plunges into his mouth, pushing his release into it as he groans, pulling me down and mashing our lips together. He hums with a moan, careful of my wounds as he grabs me. “Dirty boy.”
He licks the corner of my lips.
“Yeah?” I feel proud. I don’t know why.
“Yeah.” He kisses my face. “But you’re not getting out of Sunday dinner.”
Sawyer teststhe water then looks to the side. “Shit. Uh, do you mind grabbing us towels. Right in the hall closet on the left. Bottom shelf. There’s some extra.”
“Yeah.” I walk out into his hall then open the closet and reach into the bottom shelf, freezing.
What?
I get down on my knees and look inside the shelf.
I pull out the elephant.
Are my hands shaking or is it vibrating?
I want to lie or trick my mind. It’s not the one I’m looking for. It’s just a different sculpture that’s all. Still, it’s unmistakable. Cobalt blue, gold filigree, red unnerving eyes. Ugly as fuck.
Why is it down here?
Why is it so ugly? What the hell could Ivan possibly want with this thing?
“The fuck.” I nearly jump out of my skin.
“Sorry.” He places a hand on my lower back. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s okay.” I laugh.
“That’s my mom’s. It’s hideous, but she insisted I have it. I forgot it was down there. You can leave it out. I guess I should display it somewhere.”
