Page 86 of His Keepsake

“Books, maybe.” He nodded and again gave a smile. “Not romances? I thought—”

I ignored him and rattled off more interests and found that merely listening to his noes and yeses was calming. I could sit on his lap and be cuddled for like, forever, if I didn’t have more priorities in life than dying unfed and unfucked on this man’s bones.

Books, Star Wars, D&D, and some movies, as well as swimming at midnight in the sea. These were a few of our favorite things.

I tucked my head into his chest. “A link to my plane ticket back is on the text you sent, yes?”

“Yes.”

“If only we were normal.” I could hear the thud of his heart in a certain spot. I closed my eyes. I added softly, “And not broken.”

“If only I didn’t want to peel your skin off with a whip, make you scream, and cage you up for some guy with a huge dick to fuck, every other Sunday? In between him I would do you of course, with Axl maybe, too.”

“Axl?” I murmured, frowning.

Mentioning that montage of mindfucks and sadism made me imagine it happening. I felt myself stir below but wasn’t agreeing with him. I resisted squirming or mentioning the firming swell in his pants. Telling him anything now seemed unproductive.

“That would get you arrested.”

“Only if someone tattled.”

“True. You make sure you have a good life, Grayson,” I said as I rose from his body, kissing him, starting at his bared chest where buttons on his shirt had given way. I kissed up to his mouth, where I paused and devoted some time.

We shared this last hot and heavy kiss before I climbed off him and went to the bedroom to find some PJs. He wouldn’t touch me now. I knew this.

We knew each other’s codes.

“Thank you for trying,” I said, over my shoulder.

Only the silence answered me.

A hand wrapped over my upper arm and shoved, carrying me sideways until I was pressed face first to the wall beside the bed. Squashed by his weight.

Wrong, I was a little wrong, I thought, as his fingers squeezed between my legs and were thrust inside me.

I gasped and left my mouth open, eyes slamming shut, appreciating the unexpected.

“There.” He shoved his hand higher, fingers squishing deep into my pussy. It was hurting from this violent intrusion. Pushed, I slid up the wall, head to the side as I moaned, with my palms flattened beside my head.

Then he kissed me again, harder than before, messily.

He let me go, and I crumpled into a heap. I turned over, still panting, sat on my ass against the wall and trying to recover.

He kicked my feet apart. “Keep them spread.”

I did. My legs were in a V, and he would be seeing everything. His hard-edged smile was all I wanted, everything I needed. Mouth slack, I looked up at him.

“Now you can leave.”

“Fuck me,” I said, my voice breaking and trembling, and tears starting.

He grinned, shook his head. “Too fucking late.” This time he walked away.

I never saw him or Axl after that and caught a lonely flight back home.

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GRAYSON

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