I wait while Jeremy unlocks his apartment, staring at theugly hot dog mat. I look up when Jeremy clears his throat, and I realize he’s holding open the door for me. I enter his apartment, and we’re immediately verbally assaulted by Toothless’s ornery meows.
“T,” Jeremy coos, dropping to his knees to pet the cat as it pushes its face against his hand. “I missed you too, bud.”
I’m not much of an animal person—I already have my hands full taking care of other people, let alone a pet—but T’s bubbly purr melts my cold heart.
Finally, Jeremy stands and turns to face me, his expression doubtful. “I’m inside, safe and sound. So I’ll see you at work tomorrow?”
“Are you dismissing me?” I narrow my gaze on him, zeroing in on the way he licks his plush lips. “Now who’s being hot and cold?”
He grits his teeth. “Fine.Fine.” He steps forward and pushes me. I take a startled step back, and the backs of my legs hit the couch, my ass coming to rest on the arm, which puts us closer to eye level.
His gaze is fire. He’s pissed. And I have no fucking clue why. He leans in so close that I can smell the Twizzlers on his breath.
“Now that we’re back, the least you could do is be honest and break this off.”
“What? Jeremy, I?—”
“Shut up, Marcus.” I’m not sure why I listen, but my mouth snaps closed. “If you won’t do it, then I will, but not before I give you one more orgasm.” My eyes widen. “You may regret us, but you’ll damn well remember us too.”
The realization that he thinks I’m going to end this hits me directly in the chest, but before I can respond, he pushes me again, and I tumble backward, my back sinking into the plush couch cushions. Jeremy’s on me in a flash, straddling my waist, his mouth on mine, the neediness in his kiss laced with desperationand sadness, and my slow brain starts to realize that he thinks this will be our last time.
Should this be our last time? For your siblings’ sake. For Jeremy’s sake too. Ryan is a psycho, and you should protect Jeremy, not drag him into your mess.
He grinds his cock hard against mine, and I arch up into him, his eagerness driving my own and expelling the busy thoughts from my brain. His fingers clutch my face, digging into my cheeks. He thrusts against me again, and I groan into his mouth.
He reaches between us and unzips my jeans, shoving his hand in my pants and dragging my cock free. The cool air hits my skin, and I shiver.
His lips curve in an evil smirk, and he rises to his knees, freeing his own dick from his sweats. He spits into his palm and grasps us together, jacking us hard and fast as he leans over me. Our lips connect and our tongues clash, and the pleasure shoots through my veins like a drug.
I have no time to think before I come with a loud grunt, blowing my load all over my T-shirt. Jeremy leans back slightly, breaking our kiss, and his breaths pick up as he watches me, his teal eyes fixated on my cock while it unloads on my stomach. His hand quickens and he follows me quickly, cum erupting between my dick and his fist, oozing through his fingers.
“What the fuck was that?” I pant. Jeremy sits taller, still straddling me, but turns his face away. “Look at me, Starlight.”
“Tell me why you call me that.” His head snaps around, and I see that his eyes are swimming with unshed tears.
“You’re scared.”
He doesn’t answer.
I lay a gentle hand on his wrist. “You think this is over?” He stays silent, and it speaks volumes. “I’m not ending it, Jeremy. Are you?” I swallow. “I won’t lie that you need to be patient withme. I have a lot to deal with, but I still want to . . . see where this goes.”
His features soften as he studies me, like he’s searching for a lie in my eyes. But I’m not lying. I don’t want to stop. This feels good. Right. But also wrong. I can’t explain it, but I don’t want to lose him while I figure it out.
“Why do you call me Starlight?” he asks, his voice soft.
I wipe a tear from his cheek with my thumb. “When I saw you at The Pegasus, you were wearing so much glitter, like your skin was made of stars.” My voice catches. “You were so fucking beautiful. Like an?—”
“Don’t say an angel.”
My mouth quirks with a smile. “Like a Twilight vampire.”
He huffs a laugh. “Better.” Then he clears his throat, glancing down between us. “That was a weird conversation to have with our dicks out.”
“A little.”
We tuck ourselves away, then Jeremy leads me to his bedroom to give me a shirt from his closet, eyeing me as I put it on. He giggles at the skintight fit and places a hand on my waist where the shirt rides up, tracing the line of my Adonis belt.
“I have something that’ll fit you a bit better.” He opens his dresser drawer and fishes out an oversized Seattle Mariners shirt.
