Page 46 of Twisted Little Game

But I won’t pull him away from this impromptu social gathering he seems so fond of, either.

The guys wave at me as I grab my heavy Advanced Physio textbook from the pile in the corner, and I take one of the armchairs by the fire, cracking open the book.

I don’t know if I intend to actually study or not, but it doesn’t work.

For another two hours, I idly listen as Hunter, Rayne, and Ollie all grill Tate with curious questions about his life.

He talks about New York, about his brother, about his childhood growing up with a famous pro football player as a father.

I keep my head tucked down, pretending to read.

But when Tate describes the sexual awakening he had when he first started sleeping with men instead of just women, my cock responds like a fucking traitor under my pants.

He’s filterless, as usual.

Telling the guys how badly he needs to get fucked, and making them laugh.

And I’ve never wanted to punish him with my cock more.

I don’t want him to go get fucked by some random stranger.

It’s not safe.

I want to stride across the room, unzip, and shut him up by sliding every inch of myself past his lips.

Is that what you crave so badly, Tate?

Provoking me until I give it to you?

Finally, Niko arrives home, and the other guys join him to go get dinner outside of the house.

After two long hours, it’s just me and him in the front room.

My phone lights up on the armrest of my chair, and I glance over to see that it’s from Tate.

“Why message me, when we are in the same room?” I ask.

“Just read it.”

Blondin

If I get up to leave, are you going to worry I’m fleeing?

I set down my phone.

“No. Just go.”

He gets up and takes off down the hall, and a moment later I close my textbook and follow after him.

It turns out he was only going to the kitchen.

I catch a whiff of his scent the moment I step inside, and like an untamed animal, my cock thickens again as I step near him.

He has my Cognac bottle in his hand, tipping it back against his lips, and I watch the smooth curve of his neck while he drinks my liquor.

Fuck.

I should have fed the beast while I had the chance.