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He let me go. “Inside.”
It took me two tries to get the key in the door. The entire time, I could feel Max behind me, his eyes burning through my clothes. Goddamn, I’d always been horny for him, but this was something else entirely. This was practically desperation. In my jeans, my cock throbbed, the front of my boxers damp.
And he did that just with words. With just his hand on my throat. I wondered dully if he could make me come untouched. I was so fucking wound up already I was betting he could. It was almost unfair he did this to me. I wanted to make him desperate too.
I left the door open as I strode inside, kicking off my sneakers, letting them lie where they landed. Catching the hem of the hoodie, I dragged it up over my body and tossed it over the back of the couch. I was too rough, and the edge of the bandage on my stitches caught and pulled off with the shirt. I winced a little when it happened, the area still tender.
“Wesley.”
I froze.
“Come here.”
My stomach quivered as I rotated, watching him standing in the partially open door. God, he looked like fucking sex on a stick. His black boot-covered feet planted strongly muscled legs wrapped up in ripped black jeans that stretched up to a flat waist, vintage T-shirt, and that leather jacket that hugged his broad shoulders like nobody’s business.
His eyes were steady and cool as he waited for me to basically do as commanded, and when I took longer than he thought I should, his hand fell off the door handle and his eyes narrowed.
My sock-covered feet made no sound as I went to him, feeling like prey going willingly to its predator. My nipples were already painfully hard, shooting shocks of desire all the way to the base of my dick.
I stopped in front of him, his eyes whipping up to the newly exposed stitches. I expected him to grab my chin. I anticipated it. He didn’t.
Instead, his hand pushed into the curls at the back of my head, tightening until it bordered on pain. Bringing my head in, he studied the wound. “Didn’t I tell you to be more careful?”
The sudden urge to push him, to bring out the brat he loved to tame, spiked inside of me, and I felt myself smirk. His expression narrowed as if he knew what I was about to do, ready to deal with whatever I dished out.
The sound of a car door slamming was so close I jolted up, grimacing when the movement tugged my hair. Max’s grip slackened instantly, his fingers rubbing gently at the spot. I couldn’t enjoy it, though, because all my attention went outside through the door that still wasn’t closed all the way.
Disgust and anger slammed into me so strong that my rock-hard dick began to wilt. “Max.”
Glancing over his shoulder, he looked at the man coming up the sidewalk toward the front door. All the tension in Max’s body changed from delicious dominance to defense.
“Go upstairs,” he intoned. “And don’t come back down here until I say so.”
“I’m not leaving you alone with him,” I argued. It was one thing to let him dominate in the bedroom, but this? I would not hide while Max dealt with his abusive asshole sperm donor.
Despite the fact the asshole was within speaking distance now, Max slammed the door shut completely and turned to face me. His eyes were flat and cold. All the heat from before long gone. His face was stony, and his body was practically granite.
“I will not have you in the same room as him, Wes. Go upstairs right now.”
I folded my arms over my chest, completely ready to stand my ground.
Knock, knock, knock.The door behind Max vibrated under his father’s heavy pounds. “Open up, Maxen. I know you’re there.”
My jaw went tight, teeth grinding together. “Let him in,” I said, my voice resolved.
A flash of genuine fear was like a bolt of lightning through Max’s opaque eyes. It made me falter.Is he still afraid of his father?I was definitely not leaving this room now.
“Please, Wes,” he said, his voice low, nearly pleading. “If you stay in this room, I’ll protect you instead of myself.”
Damn.If those words were an arrow, they hit their target.The impact of them nearly brought me to my knees. “Just don’t open it,” I whispered.
On the other side of the door, the man spoke. “Maxen. This is ridiculous. I saw you.”
Unfiltered hate coursed through me as potent as the love I had for Max. It was dangerous, I knew, but there was no watering it down. It wasn’t a feeling I was accustomed to because he was the only person who ever inspired such putrid emotion.
I glanced between the door and Max.
“Please, baby. Go upstairs.”
