My dick was in charge now.
“You really sucked Martinez’s dick?” I murmured as we curled up on my bed, wrung out after coming just from grinding up against each other like teenagers. Again.
“Yeah. And I got to taste Ava…she was so fucking sweet.” His eyes darkened, and I groaned. Thoughts of Cruz were enough to make my dick shrivel up and die, but as for Ava…that girl was an aphrodisiac. Way more than an aphrodisiac. A goddess, beautiful inside and out.
“Fuck…I wish I’d been there,” I said unthinkingly, then instantly wanted to take it back.
“I wish you had, too. It’s gonna happen.” He said it so confidently that my brows flew up, my head tilting toward his.
“Do you know something I don’t?”
Micah chuckled. “Wishful thinking? No, I think it will. Ava’s into you, I know it, and Cruz…uh.” He paused, and then we both laughed. “It’s not like the two of you have to do anything with each other.”
“Yeah. No worries about that. The day I do anything with Martinez is the day the polar caps melt, hell freezes over, and zombies take over the planet.”
Rolling over, he buried his face in my throat as he continued to laugh. “That’s specific.”
“Yeah? It?—”
Buzz.
Buzz.
Our phones vibrated at the same time.
Unknown number…
9
CRUZ
My life had always been one hell of a shit show. Early on, I had learned to just go with the flow, but the flow had never felt so fucking good.
I was high, and I wasn’t on any drugs.
I’d learned to latch on to any scrap of good life threw at me, and this morning was so fucking good.
I didn’t have it in me to feel guilty; I wasn’t lying to Ava when I told her that her dad hadn’t sent me here for any of that. Did he know I had a thing for his daughter? I was sure he did. He was a guy, he loved her, and he’d seen us interact, and I wasn’t the most subtle person.
He probably thought I would talk to her and maybe get her to tear up a bit and open up about what was bothering her. He didn’t think I’d have her coming hard as fuck as I watched her best friend go down on her.
Just thinking about it had my cock twitching.
Sex had always been just that—a means to an end. A fun way to relieve stress or overcome boredom because in the last few months, hanging with Big Dog and his crew was starting to getstressful. My life felt at an impasse, and fucking was a good way to hide behind your problems.
Did I have a preference when it came to sex?
Not really.
I mean, I liked fucking girls as much as guys. I wasn’t the ‘trust you with my feelings’ kind of guy—but that didn’t mean I gave my ass to just anyone. So it had been a long time since I bottomed, that required more…more trust, and hell of a lot more intimacy on my part.
Except with Ava and Micah earlier, it had felt like more.
Shit, I was supposed to be here making sure Ava was okay, and here I was about to have a crisis because the girl and guy that had sucked me off had more of an emotional hold on me than any of my previous sexual encounters.
Shit.
We had a bond, one formed from a crazy night that hadn’t let up since it all went down. And now we were engaging in fuckery, and I couldn’t see this ending well. Trauma and possible jail time aside, I felt like I was in the middle of a relationship I had no reason taking part in.
