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“Now this is nice.” He flops down on my bed, leather boots and all.
“Get your feet off the duvet,” I say, stripping off my coat and tossing it in the hamper for my house cleaner to take care of.
“Nah, I’m comfortable like this.”
I didn’t give in to my twitchy dick a moment ago but seeing Mike sprawled out on my bed nearly makes me rethink my goals for the day. Not even years of his absence have killed my desire to be with him. And why is that? Each time he opens his mouth, it’s to spew another insult. He can’t stand me, and I’m not his biggest fan. So why am I dying to know what it feels like to be naked with this man?
I unbutton my pants and add them to the pile in the laundry basket. “At least take your boots off.”
He sits up to do that and freezes. He hadn’t seen me strip from his prone position, but he sees me now.
His lips part, and his eyes go half-mast. “You’ve aged well.”
“I wasn’t the one who was all skin and bones,” I say, feeling exposed.
As if coming out of a trance, his posture straightens, and he looks away. “And you didn’t let me forget it, did you?”
“How are you still mad about something that happened in high school? It’s kind of pathetic, really.” I instantly regret my words when a flash of hurt crosses his face. It’s short-lived because that look hardens into one of murderous rage as he jumps to his feet.
“Hell yeah, I’m still pissed. I didn’t want to be at that school any more than you wanted me there.” He stalks toward me, fists clenched. I slowly retreat until my back hits a wall, and he’s inches from my face. “You were the big man on campus, and I was just some scholarship kid with second-hand clothes and a mom who worked her ass off to give me everything she could.”
“You never fought back. Maybe you liked it. Maybe you’re a masochist.”
His hand lands on the base of my throat, and his grip tightens, restricting my airflow. I swallow, realizing I may have taken things too far—back then and right now.
“Like you said, I was skin and bones back then. But I’m not now.”
“Let go, Mike,” I order as though I’m the one in charge when it’s clear to both of us that I’m not.
He turns my head to the side and presses his nose to my temple, putting his lips millimeters from my ear. His hot breath tickles my skin, and despite my dire situation, my dick throbs. “Nah, I think it’s your turn to know what it feels like to have no power.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” I gasp out.
“Wouldn’t I?” He presses his body against me, his head tilting when he feels my obvious erection. “Hmm. Maybe the big bad bully likes to be on the receiving end. Is that it?”
“If I’m not at that meeting, people will come looking for me,” I warn. Though right now, I don’t give two shits about anything besides how turned on I am. My sexual tastes have always skirted the border of vanilla, but this is a whole new level.
“Do you want to make up for all the shitty things you put me through, Jenson?” His grip on my throat tightens, and spots fill my vision, yet my cock is weeping for more. What the hell is wrong with me?
“Depends on what you have in mind,” I say through clenched teeth as he loosens his hold on my neck and turns my head to face him. His pupils are blown, making his brown eyes look pure black.
“Get on your knees,” he growls.
3
MUSTANG
What the fuck am I doing? Seconds ago, I was planning my escape while he showered, and now I have him pinned against a wall, demanding he suck me off. That’s not even the craziest part. The craziest part is that I think he might actually do it. That’s what has me frozen in place.
“You want me to—” He swallows hard and looks down.
“One orgasm for years of abuse. I think it’s a fair trade.” I don’t even know who I am right now. This isn’t how my hookups go. I’m the good-time guy who makes fucking fun. I’m not the aggressive type who forces men to their knees. Though, maybe I am because my cock is nearly as hard as Jenson’s right now.
“You don’t even like me.”
“I don’t need to like you for you to get me off.” When he makes no move to lower, I second guess the situation and release him. “That’s what I thought. You were too scared back then, and you’re too scared now.”
It isn’t until the words are out of my mouth that I realize how similar this situation is to graduation night, the last time I saw Jenson. I made the mistake of attending the senior bonfire. Jenson and his group of assholes did what they always did and went out of their way to let me know I wasn’t welcome. I decided the best thing to do was leave, but Jenson followed me into the forest.
