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With a smirk on my lips, I let my stare travel over his muscular chest, past his newly pierced nipples, and down to his dick that’s wet from his spent cum. I linger on the mess, wondering if he tastes much different than me.
“Towel. Boxers. Now.”
So fucking bossy. For someone who just a few minutes ago wanted me to have complete control over him, he sure has gone back to his usual bitchy self.
I climb off the bed and find my towel. After tossing it to him, I walk my naked ass over to the dresser in desperate need of a cigarette. Cove isn’t much of a smoker, but I’ve seen him doing it on occasion. Enough so that he has packs lying around. I pull out one of the cancer sticks and light up, sucking a drag of nicotine into my lungs. Blowing it out slowly, I let my eyes find Cove again. He’s managed to locate his boxers and has slid them on. Now, he sits against the headboard, scowling at me. My dick twitches back to life.
“Are you always horny?” he demands, his blue eyes flashing with anger.
“Apparently so.”
“You can leave now.”
“Nah, Baby Prospect, I’m not done with you.”
He crosses his arms over his chest in a petulant way that does nothing but make me hornier because his pectorals pop from the action, making his nipple piercings all the more tempting.
I take another drag and tilt my head up to stare at the ceiling. Exhaling a cloud of smoke, I allow the nicotine to do its job and calm me. It’s been a long-ass time since I’ve felt so relaxed.
But he’s still out there…
Not for long. Tomorrow, I’ll convince Koyn to let me deal with Night Giant once and for all. I’m tired of letting that monster roam this earth when I could send him to hell with his buddy Max.
I saunter back over to the bed, the cigarette trapped between my lips as I hunt for something to wear. Cove sighs heavily, but motions to a stack of clothes. I grab the sweats and yank them on before blowing out another plume of smoke. He groans when I climb back into bed, sitting beside him against the headboard.
“You’re really not leaving,” he mutters.
“Nope.” I hold out my cigarette. “Smoke?”
To my surprise, he leans toward my offering, parting his lips. I press the filter between them, holding it while he takes a drag. He blows the smoke into my face like the little bitch he is. It makes me want to kiss his stupid lips some more.
“Stop staring at me.”
I smirk as I take another drag. “You always complain so much?”
“Only around you.”
This time, I blow the smoke back into his face. A smile tugs at his pink lips. Fuck, my heart aches whenever he gifts me those rare smiles.
“I thought us fucking would be some sort of truce,” I state, sucking in another drag. “I didn’t realize we were still at war.”
He stiffens. “We didn’t fuck, Dragon.”
“We were naked. We both got off. You wore my cum. Call it whatever you want, but to me, we were fucking.”
His flesh turns crimson again. Fuck if I don’t love the way his body colors with just a few taunting words. I offer him the cigarette once more. Again, he makes no moves to take it from my hand. Despite his poutiness, I think he likes me here with him, looking after him.
“Most guys fuck and run. It’s fine, Dragon. You don’t have to babysit me.”
I reach over to the nightstand, snuffing out the cherry of the cigarette on the wood surface before turning back to him. I let the smoke tendrils billow out of my nostrils before grinning at him. Palming his hard abs, I slowly stroke my hand over his stomach to where his dick is once again straining in his boxers. I lazily rub his dick through the material.
“If I were a babysitter, I’d get fired. Do babysitters do this? Certainly none that Mom and Dad ever hired.” I wince at the flash of their faces that makes its way into my mind against my will.
Cove, like the intuitive bastard he is, fixates on the action. His hand covers mine over his dick. “Your parents are still alive, right? That’s what Stormy told me. Your brothers too.”
A crushing wave of grief crashes into me out of nowhere. I’m reminded of all the trouble me and my brothers found ourselves in. Christmas mornings and Easter brunches. The way Mom would cheerily wake me up each day with her sunny smile and familiar perfumed scent that followed her everywhere.
Losing my family was such a gutting thing to endure. It’s not like they’re even dead where I could move on. Worse. They’re alive and a few states away. I could find them and see them again if I really wanted.
