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“Or, there's a way we can both be under the water. We just have to get closer.”
“What did I tell you in the room?” My voice wavers.
“Something about not asking you to help wash me.” He winks, stepping close enough for the front of his body to be pressed to mine. “See.” His eyes heat. “We can be warm together.”
I remain stiff, scared to move the wrong way. I hate how much he tests my damn patience, and I still don't understand his end game.
“You have a knife in here somewhere?”
“What is with you and wanting me to have a knife whenever we're naked together?” He's so damn smug. The last thing I need is to mess everything up at the last minute by letting this kid use a rare moment of weakness to his advantage.
“You're up to something. Don't think I'm not onto you.”
“How about I reach your level and come onto you back.” He rubs his face against my neck, breathing me in and his hands landing on my hips.
“Phillip. I think it's time I get out now.” My body betrays me by leaning into his. It's too settled to leave. More than likely because of how tired I am from all the driving and killing.
“Wait just a little longer.” He stands up on his tiptoes, pressing our chests together. “I can feel your heart against mine when I do this. I like how mine is trying to match it. Calm and steady. It's all I want. Not to trick you. But to feel this.”
His nose trails up my neck and his arms wrap tightly around me. Our heart rates throw off each other. Mine not sure if it wants to match his or vice versa. Sniffling, he rests his head on my shoulder, sucking in a breath. “A little while longer.”
His sounds of distress have me breaking my rules again and I wrap my arms around the top of his body, squeezing him a little. I've gone against the alarm bells in my head more than once as it is. What’s a few more times? After I take him home, I don't have to see him again. I'll ask to hand him over to Tyson or someone else and no longer have to worry about going against my own rules. I still haven’t broken them fully. I have a feeling if we keep this up, I eventually will.
“You know, you'd make things so much easier for me if you did have a knife.” I press my nose to his ear.
Rubbing his eyes against my skin, he pauses before speaking. “You really think I'm safe at the warehouse?”
“Yeah. I do.”
“You're wrong. I've never been and never will be.”
Breathing in the scent of his hair, I lower his arms. “Once I let Zacharias know about what's going on, maybe he'll ensure the security there is—”
“That won't help. None of those guys care about me or anyone else in there.”
“What do you suggest then?” I loosen my grip a little and look down at him.
His eyes are glossy and red. “Keep me with you. I can even help with your other jobs. It's not like I'm doing anything between smuggling anyway. Mostly just hanging back at the warehouse and waiting.” So he is using me. He's hoping to get out of sleeping at the warehouse. It has nothing to do with him truly wanting all this.
“You know I can't do that.” My stomach twists when he lowers his head.
“You don't think Zacharias or Enrico would agree?” He refuses to look at me, his voice faltering.
“I don't know. They might if my reasons were convincing enough but it's not… I can't do that. I'm sorry, burrito.”
“You're doing it now.” His lips are pressed tightly together when he looks at me again, his breathing labored. Sighing, I swipe a pink strand from his eyes. “That's because I have no other choice right now. Things will be different when we get back. Besides, I've already done too many things that were supposed to fall into that can't list. It should really end when we get back.”
“If that's the case, show me what else you can't do.” He licks his pink, glistening lips.
“I don't… We shouldn't…”
“It'll all stop when we get back anyway, remember?” He reaches between us, tugging on my cock.
“Yeah. It will.” I slide my hand to the back of his head, pulling at his strands. “I can't do this,” I say, reaching behind him and tracing the crack of his ass. “Or this.” I shove my fingers between his cheeks and press against his wrinkled skin, teasing the outside of his hole.
Shivering, he gives my cock longer strokes. “And?”
“This.” shoving his back against the wall, I press my lips to his, swirling my tongue in his mouth. Yes, this is dangerous territory. The taste of cherry and him bursts on my tongue. His moans vibrate against my lips and tongue, traveling to the rest of me, causing me to spark like a live wire. It's been fifteen years since I've kissed someone but it feels like I'm doing it for the very first time. I rub over his hole harder, pushing the tip of my finger in a little, wishing he was wetter. I need to be inside him. Not only my finger but my tongue and cock too. This stops when we get home. It has to, but we're not home yet and he has nowhere to go, trapped between me and the wall.
