Page 84 of Under Water

“I, ah—I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

I give him a dismissive wave. “Whatever, man. The police have the tracker from Rune’s car. And you know they have tech to find out who purchased it and when and where, right?”

He goes even more pale.

“Also, the house across the street from Rune’s has a doorbell camera. It was recording the night of the fire,” I tell him. I’m pulling that entirely out of my ass, but I know that’s what the detective is going to look for once the inspector rules that the fire was arson.

Neal swallows heavily. “What fire?”

I laugh. “You’re cute. Now, get the fuck off my property before I beat your ass. I owe you a couple of black eyes, but I can’t afford to get suspended right now.”

“Was that a threat?” he demands.

My eyes widen. “Yes, that was a threat. Was I not clear? The other night, when Rune and I were fucking, I did tell him I wasn’t the best at communication. But I am working on it.”

He lunges at me, but it’s an obvious feint, so I stand there blinking at him until he takes several steps back.

“I am not someone you want to screw with,” I warn him. “Neither is Rune. You might have convinced him he’s not worthy of love—which didn’t work, by the way—but I already told you he has an entire community of people ready and willing to beat the snot right out of your sinuses.”

He pulls a face. “I’d like to see you try.”

I burst into laughter. I can’t help it. “Buddy. That is a very, very foolish thing to say. Anyway, have a nice day. See you in court. Or at your arraignment.”

Slamming the door, I take a deep breath and realize I’m shaking. And when I turn my head, I find Rune standing there in my robe, staring at me with an unreadable expression.

“Are you mad?” I ask in a soft voice.

He storms over, sweeps me into his arms, and kisses the absolute shit out of me. “No.” His arm darts past me and locks the door. “I’m going to eat the sandwich you made for me, and then I’m going to make you see god.”

“In that order?” I ask. Because I want that second part now. But then his stomach gives a huge growl, and I bow my head against him. “Okay, yeah. In that order.”

“Ohhhh god, oh god, oh—help.” I don’t mean to say that last word, but I’m overwhelmed with the sensation coursing through my body. Of course, the moment it tumbles from my lips, Rune’s fingers still, and although he doesn’t pull them out, I feel strange and almost empty. “Don’t stop!”

“You said help,” he murmurs. Leaning over my back, he presses a kiss to the side of my neck. “Is it too much?”

“I don’t…” I take in a gasping breath as I clench around him. “I don’t know. It’s different from when I⁠—”

“When you?” he prompts after I can’t seem to finish my sentence. “When you fuck yourself?”

“Uhg, yes.” I shove my face into the pillow, hoping for a second I’ll smother myself to death.

He doesn’t let me even try. His fingers curl, and he hits my fucking prostate again, and my thighs begin to spasm. “Do you use toys, Easton? Or your fingers?”

My breath comes out in a rush, a shaking mess masquerading as an exhale. “Toys. Toys, uh uh uh,” I get out as he starts to finger me in earnest. I spread my legs and arch my hips because somehow, I want both more and less, but more is winning. “D-dildo.”

“I’d like to see that someday,” Rune murmurs. “Will you show me?”

I get a split second of a mental image where I’m lying on the bed with my knees pulled up to my chest and a fat dildo in my ass, and oh my fuck. My cock gives an almost violent twitch and spills a huge spurt of precome beneath me.

“Too close.”

Rune hums and removes one finger from my ass, and my hole clenches around the remaining digit. “Want me to fuck you now or get you off like this?”

“Fuck me,” I say. It’s a wonder I can string those two words together right now because my entire body feels like it’s on fire. At this point, I’m pretty sure I’ll offer to do anything—and I mean literally anything—if it means he’ll fill me up again.

I really, really fucking like this.

Who knew?