Page 18 of Shai

Keeping a firm grip on his wrists in case he got a second wind, I leaned forward until my lips were mere inches from his. “You don’t need to understand.” It was so tempting to press my lips to his. He’d fight it. I knew he would. Elijah still fancied himself as straight. I didn’t kiss him, though. Not yet.

Elijah gave a slow blink. “What time is it?”

I gave a shrug. “Time is relative.”

“To what?”

“Everything.”

He shook his head, his hair nothing but a dark smudge on the pillow. He shifted slightly, his body twisting as if he was testing how heavy my body was on his. It gave me hope that he was gearing up for a second wind. I adjusted my position, letting him feel the heat of my cock through my jeans against his bare skin. His rapid indrawn breath told me it had been duly noted. “You’re dressed, even though it’s the middle of the night. Have you been out?”

“That’s what you want to talk about?”

He turned his face toward the window. “I’m tired. Just do whatever it is

you want to do, and then go.”

I threw my head back and laughed. “Oh, how magnanimous of you. You

make it sound so simple.”

“Isn’t it?”

“Nothing is ever that simple.”

“You talk in riddles.”

“Maybe.” Hand still tight around his wrists, I trailed the other down his

chest, goosebumps appearing beneath my fingertips. “Want me to stop talking?”

“The only thing I want is for you to go away so that I can go back to

sleep.”

“Is that so?” I reached behind me, searching out the juncture of his

thighs and letting my fingers play lightly over the bulge I found there. He bucked again, and I held him fast, rubbing harder until he started to swell. And all the while I watched his face, drinking in the determination I saw there not to react to my touch. He failed of course, his cock not caring whose hand was stroking it to firmness. “Do you like that?”

“No.”

And just like that, I’d had enough of playing. Reaching into my pocket,

I extracted a pair of handcuffs. I held them in the air, dangling them close enough to his face so that he could see what they were. Realization dawned rapidly, the spark of rebellion appearing in his eyes once more. “You’re not fucking putting those on me.”

I smiled. “Oh, trust me, I am.” I let go of his wrists, and just as I‘d

known he would, he surged upward, the action throwing me off him. On hands and knees, I backed off to the end of the bed, my eyes fixed on him. He rose to a crouch, his breathing rapid as he scanned the room. “Where do you think you’re going to go, Elijah?”

“Fuck you!”

“I suppose you could go and hide in my mother’s room. If you lay still

long enough and hold your breath, she might be fooled into having another go.”

Elijah froze, his eyes huge in his face as he stared at me. “That actually happened? She said it did, but I thought she was just fucking crazy.”

“She is fucking crazy, but if you’re asking if while you lay unconscious, she fucked you, then, yes, she did. Ask my men. They all got to watch. Some enjoyed the show more than others.”