Page 122 of So I'll Know
“Don’t fucking touch me.” I step back quickly and turn away from him to resume walking. I just need to be anywhere but here.
“It’s your fault because you’re too perfect.” His voice is laced with desperation.
I freeze. “I’m not perfect, Marcus,” I grit out, refusing to turn around.
“You’re perfect for me, okay? And that’s scary as hell. When I’m with you, everything is brighter and all the bullshit noise in my head quiets. I don’t have to be the protective brother or the obedient son. I’m just me. And you.”
His words tear my heart open because I want to believe him so badly. I choke on a sob and put my hand over my mouth to muffle the noise.
I start moving again, kicking the rocks at my feet.
“Did you hear what I said?” He sounds unhinged and angry. “Jeremy! Stop walking and listen to me.”
I pull out my phone and try to find the Uber app through my blurry eyes.
“What’re you doing?” he calls after me.
“Calling a car.”
Marcus’s footsteps quicken, and then I’m being hoisted off the ground as the asshole tosses me over his shoulder. I let out a squeal when my phone falls to the gravel. He bends to scoop it up, then carries me back to the truck.
“Let me go!” I shriek, kicking and hitting his back.
“You are so fucking stubborn,” he snarls. When he reaches the truck, he tosses my body against it, caging me in with his hands on either side of my head. “Don’t you understand? You. Are. Everything.”
Then his lips slant over mine.
All the anger I was desperately clinging to is overshadowed by lust, and I can’t stop the needy moan that crawls up my throat as Marcus pillages my mouth, taking what he wants. I should push him away, but I fist his shirt and pull him closer.
My cock hardens uncomfortably, and I reach between us, needing to undo my pants to release the tension. Marcus seemsto have the same idea because his knuckles bump mine as he releases his own length.
We’re outside in the open, but the road is dark and it’s late. Or early. Still, the idea of fucking out where anyone could see us is making me feral and reckless. I push down my boxers and try to grab for Marcus, but he slaps my hand away.
He pulls from my mouth and gives me a heated look. “You were a brat tonight.”
“You deserved it,” I retort, my voice a low growl. “You’re ashamed of me.”
Marcus grabs my throat, his thumb swiping over my pulse point. “Never.” His hand tightens as I stare at him, my lip jutted out defiantly. “I may not have the balls to say it out loud yet, but you’re mine, you understand? Do you think Ilikedfinding out that you fucked those pretty boys? Just the thought of it makes me murderous.”
“Technically, Trey fucked me while I sucked Link’s cock.”
Marcus’s eyes darken, flashing with rage, and he grabs my wrist in a brutal grip and yanks me around to the back of the truck. I can’t help the giggle that escapes my lips, and I know I probably sound insane. He pulls down the tailgate and pushes me forcefully against the bed entrance, the cold, wet metal digging into my hips as I bend over where it hits my belly button.
“You think this is funny?” His warm body leans over me, and his breath is hot against my ear. “You’re going to pay for your snark.”
With one quick motion, he yanks down my pants and underwear, exposing me to the cool, damp air, and slaps me across the ass. I yelp and then moan as the bite of pain goes straight to my cock, which is leaking all over the ground.
“You like that, baby boy? Should I do it again?”
“Fuck you,” I whimper.
He spanks me until the skin of my ass feels hot in theFebruary air. “I’m going to show you who you belong to,” Marcus rumbles, and I feel the press of his cock between my cheeks as he pushes my shirt up my back and bites and sucks bruises into my skin.
“You’re going to fuck me dry?” I ask, choking on the words. “Make me bleed for you?” Even though I know it’ll hurt, the thought doesn’t scare me like it should. I’m just so keyed up. But then Marcus freezes and his weight leaves my body.
I straighten, feeling dazed from the sudden loss of his warmth. He spins me around so I’m facing him, and I look up into his angry eyes. His stubbled jaw ticks as he reaches behind me and slams the tailgate closed. I flinch at the noise and swallow hard because I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him this mad.
Then he stomps back to the front of the truck, leaving me there with my slowly softening cock exposed to the elements.
