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I plant my forearm on the bed, ignoring the pain in my shoulder as I jerk off. The faster I move, the more it signals to St. Clare what I can handle, and it’s a relief when he takes over. When he plants his hands on my hips and fucks me confidently, overwhelming every little nerve in my ass to the point that I’m ready to come.
I’m an emotional guy most of the time. I love my family andmy friends. I’d do anything for anyone. But I’ve never wanted to tie myself emotionally to one person the way I want it with St. Clare. If it was my choice, I’d tie our hearts into little knots that he would never get undone again, and then we’d spend our days talking and goofing off and supporting each other and fucking in such a raw, uncontrollable way, I’d need days to recover from it.
I’ve never evereverwanted this with another person and there have been plenty of other people.
Not one of them comes close to him.
He’s made for me.
And I’ll do everything to prove that I’m made for him.
His nails cut into my skin as he pounds ruthlessly against me. I’m vaguely aware of the bed meeting the wall, of his sweaty thighs against mine, of the way he utters my name in a disbelieving kind of way that tells me he’s as fucked as I am.
His groan is this deep, physical thing that strokes along my spine and into my balls even as he abuses that thing in my ass, which is almost numb with pleasure. I’m twitchingly high, balls and thighs tightening every time he pegs me just right, and I’m not sure I can hold out much longer.
I want him to come, but I’m at the point where I want to come more.
I’m leaking all over the sheets, jacking myself hard and fast, rocking back into his thrusts and matching his need with mine. Every part of me is going to hurt after this, but it’ll be so worth it to have what we have right now. To feel so good I could fucking fly.
“Ah, shit, Perry, this isn’t going to last much longer.”
The strangled way his words are uttered confirms it. But it’s okay, I’m not long for either. He’s tearing me up, turning me inside out, rearranging everything I thought I ever knew, and I’m enjoying every minute.
My cock swells in my hand as St. Clare lets out a grunt, hips stuttering as his dick twitches in my ass.
I imagine what it would be like without the condom. To be flooded with his cum and left used and sticky and open.
The sparking zaps in my spine get too much, and my eyes roll back on themselves as it finally releases.
I come hard, almost blacking out, not stopping to spare a thought for the bedding or St. Clare and how hard I’m riding back on him. My orgasm shudders through my limbs and then fades, slowly sizzling away and bringing back the ache in my shoulder before I collapse forward onto the bed.
St. Clare slips out, and what felt like heaven only seconds ago is starting to ache, and not in a good way now.
Only a bit though. Only enough to remind me what happened and confirm that I don’t regret a thing.
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
ST. CLARE
This comms feelsweird in my ear. “Do we really need this?” I ask Tommy, who’s just walked me through how to use it. “We have our phones.”
“If you run into the type of people you don’t want to run into, they won’t wait while you whip out your phone to text us.”
“But you said yourself I’m not in any danger.”
“Walking around SODO at night is asking to be put into danger. Maybe they won’t kill you, but being beaten up or robbed is high on the list of fuck yous that place has in store.”
“Oh, good. I’m glad my brother didn’t pick somewhere dangerous and ill-advised to hang out.”
“Do you have any ideawhyhe’d be there?”
I can feel them all looking at me, and yes, I do feel partially responsible for us all hauling ass out to the industrial district at night. It’s my brother who’s done a reckless thing, but I think he and Perry are currently tied for worst decisions where I’m concerned. “No. And it doesn’t make sense that he didn’t talk to me about any of it either.”
“Does he know anyone who works or lives down that way?”
I frustratingly shake my head again. “Colin doesn’tknowanyone. He works. That’s it. He doesn’t do friends. He doesn’t have anyone outside of me and Lars.”
Perry’s forehead crumples. “No friends?”
