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“I’m watching TV. I’m at my parents’ house, I had to grab some things.” My lies are so natural now, making me hate that I’m capable of lying so easily.
“Why are you watching TV? Get your ass to my place, damn it.” I can tell his mouth is tight, his anger seeping through the receiver.
“I will, I just had to do some laundry. My mom and dad asked me to do it while they were gone as part of my chores.” He scoffs.
“I fucking hate your dad, such a chump.” I swallow back my residual anger, ready to rage on him for talking about my daddy that way. My father is a wonderful man and the only reason Joel hates him is because he’s a real man, a man who knows how to love and protect what he loves. He’s a real man—all things Joel is not.
“I know, I promise I’m folding and getting it done as fast as I can. I’ll be home before you even get there, okay?”
“You better be. Lana. I don’t feel too good. I’ve had a shit day at work with some party going frat brothers and I ain’t about to come home and have to get into another fight. I don’t think you want that either.” The edge in his voice showcases his underlying threat perfectly.
“No. I don’t want that. I promise I’ll be home,” I say again, hearing the water turn off.
“Good. I love you, Lana.” he says but nothing sticks to his words, no truth, no emotion, not even an ounce of effort. He says it like it’s a job.
“Love you too, Joel.” Sitting up, I end the call. I hear Kingston enter and I place my phone on the nightstand. Looking up he smiles at me, while he ruffles his hair in the towel. I look at him and smile back, then gulp as I take in his defined wet muscular body. It glistens in the light, the edges catching it just perfectly.
Watching me with intent, he takes the towel that he ran through his hair and runs it down his strong tattooed arms, washing away the drops of water. Then slowly, he dries his chest, watching me watch every move like a magnet.
“Pull the towel off my waist baby, see what’s yours,” he says dropping his arms beside his waist. I crawl on my hands and knees to the edge of the bed where he stands. Sitting back on my calves, I raise my hands to his chest. Starting on his pecs, I let my fingertips graze over the ink covered skin to the still untouched skin.
“Will this ruin us? Ruin our friendship if we don’t make it out?” I trail my hand over the peaks and valleys of his abs. Moaning, he bites his lip and shakes his head no as I lean forward and kiss his stomach.
“No, it will only make us stronger, there’s nothing stronger than a bond with a best friend.” His words undo me, unraveling me like a loose thread. My hand touches the top of the towel wrapped around his waist and all guilt leaves me, the call long forgotten.
With a nod, he urges me to do what we both want me to do. Tugging lightly on his towel, it pools at his feet and I lose my breath. I gaze from the light smatter of hair on his chest, down the happy trail that graces his lower abs, to the end of that trail where his cock is. He is only semi hard and he’s huge, making my core needy yet afraid at the same time. He has to be at least nine inches.
“Ten inches, baby,” he says aloud and I look up at him.
“What?”
“You just said that I have to be at least nine inches. I’m ten.” He laughs with a smug grin, his hand rubbing circles on his chest. Did I really say that out loud? Holy moly.
“Oh, damn. That’s embarrassing. I’m just...I’ve never seen one so big,” I trail off, my cheeks turning red, not sure what’s gotten into me. I’ve never been a shy woman, let alone afraid to speak boldly.
That was until Joel.
“You’ll never see another either, this will be the only cock that pleases you, baby.” Those words sound so erotic, yet hold so much more possession than what I like.
“Please don’t own me. I don’t want to be owned again.” I lean forward, now lifted on my knees, my face eye level with his tight stomach. Leaning my head further, I kiss just above his belly button then rest my cheek against his
skin. It feels warm, reminding me of what home would feel like if there ever was a feeling. I’m opening my wounds and my heart to him in ways that I’ve been closed off to since the day Joel first hit me.
“I don’t know how to love you without owning you, Lana.” His words hurt me just enough to make me feel pain in my heart. “But, I will tell you this,” he pauses, gripping my chin in his hand with a soft easiness. I hold onto his hips and look up to him. “When I own you, you will own me, you have the power here, Lana, I don’t. For the first time in forever, I hold no power or control. Only you do.”
I don’t want to wait anymore, I don’t want to let Joel in anymore, I want to shut him out and let the man I have secretly loved for nearly my entire life in.
“Don’t hurt me. Please tell me you won’t hurt me Kingston.”
“I won’t. I promise, beautiful.”
I trust him. For the first time in the past two years, I feel the feeling of trust, something I lost long ago. Honestly, I barely trust my friends.
I lie back and splay myself out under his gaze, my body ready to be touched with love versus violence, my eyes to be looked into instead of through, my heart ready to beat, not break.
“You look like an angel. I don’t know how to touch you the way you deserve, I don’t think I can do you justice,” he says his cock growing to full height while he runs his hand lower, stopping just between his V, where he rubs, like he is fighting to touch himself.
“If your touch is anything like the way you look at me, then I don’t know if I can even survive you.”
