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“He isn’t the one you should be fucking scared of. He’s here to make sure I don’t end your worthless life.”
Twenty minutes later, I walked out of Cletus’ trailer, blood on my hands, feeling worse than when I went in. Cletus would be eating out of a straw for a while, but it didn’t make the ache I felt for Simon lessen.
And I knew it wouldn’t make Simon feel better. Beating the shit out of some redneck wouldn’t take away the fear he must have felt. The shame of having been sexually assaulted. Because that was what it fucking was.
He may not have put his hands in Simon’s pants; he didn’t even touch his ass or cup his dick, but what Nav described was fucking assault, and Cletus didn’t deserve to fucking live.
But Nav was right. I couldn’t kill him. I couldn’t defend Simon if I were in jail myself. Mimic assured me King would talk to Declan if Cletus tried to press charges. Indie was inside right now making sure that never fucking happened.
I climbed on my bike and rode back to Simon’s. I’d considered giving him space. Letting him have time alone to get over how pissed off he was at me. But now... fucking forget it.
I needed to hold him. I needed to feel him under me; make sure he was okay.
Chapter Thirteen
Simon
I told myself it was a dream.
The feel of his lips as they slid down the shaft of my cock. His tongue as it swirled around the head. His finger as he pushed past that first ring to press against my prostate, making my back arch and a moan tear from my throat.
I told myself it was a dream because I wanted to give in. I wanted to enjoy what Tony was doing to me. I wanted to come down his throat and not feel guilty for letting him seduce me again. For letting him off the hook for once again breaking into my room and into my bed.
I told myself it was a dream because in a dream anything could happen. He could let my dick fall from his mouth and crawl up my body and tell me he loved me. In a dream, he could walk down Main Street with me, holding my hand. Kissing me as he left the table at the diner where we could have lunch without caring who saw us.
But it wasn’t a dream.
Because I woke up when his lips touched me. I woke up to find Tony in my bed, his mouth on my dick and his finger in my ass. Reminding me that he owned me... body and soul. Reminding me how easy it was for me to give in to his seduction.
Reminding me that I was weak.
Because instead of kicking him out like I did the day before, I pulled him in. My hands went to his hair, and I pulled him closer. My knees pulled up, giving him better access to my ass.
His tongue licked my balls, and I whimpered, like the whore I was.
I looked down at him when he took my dick in his mouthagain.
I expected pride.
I expected arrogance.
I would have preferred both because what I saw broke my heart even more. His eyes shone with love as he stared back at me. I felt the tears gather and looked up at the ceiling.
I couldn’t look at him, not like that. There was an old saying:actions speak louder than words. I didn’t want the fucking actions; I mean I did because what Tony was doing to my body right now felt like heaven.
But I needed the words. I wanted to hearI love you.I wanted to hearI need you.I needed to hearYou’re mine.
I closed my eyes, trying to block out my thoughts so I could enjoy Tony. Telling myself I would be stupid to stop him after he had already started. Sure, I was asleep when he decided to accost me, but what guy, gay or straight, didn’t love waking up to a blowjob.
Especially from a man who knew exactly what the fuck he was doing. So I ignored the voice in my head that told me to kick him out of my bed again, and I listened to the voice that said,Get it!
I moaned again, louder, when Tony took me into his throat. He added a second finger, and a moment later, my body locked up. I saw stars as I came in his mouth. He took his time swallowing my cum, licking up every last drop as I lay back, spent.
He crawled up my body in silence. He didn’t gloat; he didn’t preen at the way I’d given in after telling him no for the last few days. I would have preferred that.
Instead, he kissed every inch of my body as he moved over me. His tongue flicked at my nipple as his hands held him over me. I stared into his eyes as he sat back on his heels, his hands stroking his cock. He didn’t ask, and I didn’t give him permission.
He didn’t need it.
