Page 45 of Lost Boy


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I suck his thumb into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his flesh, and I love the sound of his hiss. With my breasts pressed against the cool, foggy glass, he plunges himself inside of me, making me whimper.

His hips thrust against my ass as he pumps in and out of me. He buries his face between my shoulder blades, biting down on my skin.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growls, reaching around and sliding his thumb along my clit, making circles and driving me wild. “First, I’m going to make you come. And then I’m going to blow my load all over this perfect ass.”

“Cade,” I whimper, feeling my orgasm building so fast that I know it’s going to hit me like a freaking tidal wave. “Oh … Ca—”

He slows the slightest bit, moving in and out at a pace that lets me relish every second of this orgasm, making it last and not rushing it.

“That’s right; squeeze around me, my angel. Drip down my cock, just like I’m going to drip all over your ass.”

With my palm flat against the glass, a few more involuntary moans rip through me before he pulls out, and seconds later, I feel his cum on my asscheeks.

He drags in a few shaky breaths, keeping his face against my back, and his stubble tickles my skin. “I can’t stay away from you, Haley,” he rasps. “You make it fucking impossible.”

I don’t answer. Because … I can’t stay away from him either.

Cade

Haley’s body snuggles against mine as the sound of her breathing evens out, proving that she’s asleep. This should be enough. I should stay my ass in this bed, holding her against me. Because she’s the only thing that brings me peace.

Looking down at her, I brush the loose strands of hair off her face. She’s a living, breathing angel. And I just want to be the man she deserves. But how can I be that when I can’t even stand to be lying here right now?

She is everything I never knew I needed. But still, it isn’t enough to keep me in this bed. Because my mind is racing and I need to calm it down.

After admiring her for a few minutes longer, I slowly slide my body out from under hers and get out of bed. I sneak to my dresserand grab that familiar baggie. And then tiptoe to the bathroom, pushing the door shut behind me.

No one is home besides us. I guess they stayed with their girls after all. They can do shit like that because they are normal. Well, sort of.

I hold up the baggie of pills, but before I get a chance to take what I need out, the door pushes the rest of the way open, and Haley is standing there, her eyebrows pulled together as she stares at the bag in my hand.

Her honey-blonde hair is a mess of waves, and there isn’t a trace of makeup on her face. I wish I had memorized everything about her face leading up to this moment. Before I ruined it.

Now, she’s looking at me likethat.

“Cade?” she whispers after rubbing her sleepy eyes, waking up real fast. “What … what are you doing?”

Quickly, I attempt to pretend like everything is normal and plaster on a careless grin. “I just needed to take some ibuprofen because my knee hurts.”

I try to reach for her playfully, but she steps back.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

I reach for her again, but she takes another step away.

“I don’t think that’s ibuprofen, Cade.” The words spill from her lips as she grabs my hand, looking down. “These look like OxyContin. If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable. My entirefamilyis made up of doctors. I know what certain pills look like.”

I could tell her the truth. That I have a problem and I need help. I know her enough by now to know that she’d hug me, and though she’d be disappointed and never look at me the same, she wouldn’t be mad. All I have to do is say the words. And tell her I’m sorry.

But fuck that. Who is she to call me out this way? Besides, if I admit anything, she’ll expect me to get help. And we’re in the middle of the fucking hockey season. Of course I can’t do that right now. I don’t have time. But she wouldn’t understand that. I know she wouldn’t.

“Look, Haley,” I say, shrugging lazily to downplay how worked up I really am right now. I’m a master of my own craft. Lying and covering shit up. “I know you think you know what’s going on, but you don’t have a clue. The truth is, my knee is fucked, and I have to take these to sleep.” I even throw in one last thing to sell her on it all. “The doctor prescribed them. Don’t think he would have if it was a big deal.”

The words come out so easily. They always do when I need to cover my ass.

“Then, why aren’t they in a prescription bottle?” she whispers so low that I barely hear her. “Why are they in a baggie?”

“Because I don’t want to carry around a bottle of pills and have the guys think I’m in pain while I’m on the ice,” I toss back like it’s nothing. But it’s another lie. “Figured leaving them in a bag in a safe place was my best bet.” I soften my face, flashing her a reassuring smile. “Why are you so worked up, angel? Can’t you see there’s nothing to worry about?”

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