Chapter 8
eight
SULLY
The memory of being gagged and tied up as the man in the mask ravaged my body sends bliss once again through every inch of me.
That guilty pleasure of wanting to get spanked makes me now tremble with need.
Every bruise was a precious gem over my skin, proof that I made him come.
Would I feel the same if he were real? I wonder if leather harnesses are sexy.
“Hey, how did you know you were into men?” Brad asks me over the phone. We are on a video call.
“I can’t pinpoint a precise moment.” I tell him, rolling on my belly on the bed, to give my arms a break from holding my phone. “But watching your teammates practicing was never a hardship,” I confess, pushing my glasses up on my nose.
“There were a couple with perky butts,” Brad admits after a moment of pondering. It’s nice to talk like this with him. Why didn’t I do it sooner?
“So, where is Ezra taking you tonight?”
I can’t stifle my grin. I’m so excited. I’m going on my first date with my boyfriend. If the dorm wasn’t filled with students, I would scream.
When I told Brad about Ezra and me, and how we got together, he was at first angry about what happened to me because of Jacob, then felt guilty for being so far away when I needed him.
Lastly, he was happy…for me. He trusts my judgment one hundred percent, so if I told him Ezra is good for me, he is.
“I don’t know yet. Some place to eat, I think.” I’ve never gone on a date before.
“You look nervous, man. Chill. The fact that the guy stalked you for months means he’s really into you.” Only Brad could give Ezra’s stalking a positive twist when most people would try to find me a room in a mental institution for dating him.
“You’re right.”
Ezra does seem completely taken by me. His piercing gaze…
those eyes could devour a person. Could devour me.
He jumps me every chance he gets, and the sex is out of this world.
It’s as if he knows exactly what makes me tick.
But it’s not only a physical relationship, he also takes care of me, listens to me, giving me the crudest answers.
He’s always honest, so utterly shameless in his honesty.
I like that more than anything about him.
He doesn’t baby me, but treats me like an equal.
“So, tell me something about him. I’ve never seen the guy.” Brad sets his phone down, and the camera shows him changing his shirt. He’s brawnier than I remember.
I purse my lips in thought. How to describe him. “Ezra is dauntless, handsome, bold, bossy, possessive, very demanding, so damn…perfect.”
Again, I wonder if he’s more a dog than a wolf. He looks at me like a predator, but he acts sweet. His duality is exciting and intoxicating.
“You’re cooked, bro. I can see hearts dancing in your eyes.”
Am I? In love?
“Does he really look like another Uri? That’s weird, dude.” I snort at Brad’s words.
“He does, but with a different vibe. Like kind of Ash and Ren.” Does Brad remember Ren?
“Ash and Ren are only slightly similar.” It looks like he does. “I need to go now, some people are throwing a goodbye party for me.”
Can’t believe he’ll be here in three weeks.
“Already? Aren’t you popular!” Everywhere he goes, he connects with people.
“You know it. Call me tomorrow, want to hear the details from you, not Lori.” He chuckles while I roll my eyes. Lori is such a gossip bee.
We say our goodbyes and end the call.
I leave the bed and check my emails. The biology teacher confirmed to have received the school project I prepared with Ren. Today I took the last exam of this semester, so I can rest for a few days before starting all over again. I’m so looking forward to vet school.
I look out the window at the oak tree. How did Ezra watch me from there?
I close the laptop and turn the chair around.
While standing up, the hem of my sleeve gets caught on the desk corner, and I almost fall ass over tit.
As I’m trying to find my balance and push myself up, I hear a knock, and then Rami appears on my bedroom threshold.
“Mr. Magoo, what are you up to?”
He pulls me up and squeezes me in his arms.
“The hug slut is here,” Michael exclaims as Rami lets me go with a hard pat on the shoulder.
“And I’m proud of it,” Rami singsongs, sitting his burly body on my desk.
Sari walks in after them. The small bedroom feels suddenly cramped with four people inside.
“I’m glad to see you guys, but what are you doing here?” I ask them. I should get ready for my date soon.
“We are your fairy mothers,” Michael declares, placing a bag on the bare mattress. Fairy mothers?
“We texted you,” Sari lets me know with a soft smile.
“Oh, sorry. I was talking to Brad. I didn’t check my messages.”
“Oh, how is he?” Sari asks sweetly. He’s the nicest, most delicate and graceful man I’ve ever seen, with that long black braid falling on his shoulder, deep, kind eyes, and sophisticated style.
“He’s fine. He’ll move back here and come to this university next month.”
“He will? From Stanford? That seems like a strange move,” Michael muses.
He’s right. The University of Chicago is a good college, but Stanford is on another level. I came here because of my PTSD condition, even though I could have tried applying to other universities. But Brad has no apparent reason for moving back here.
“Our family is the poster child for strange.” Rami huffs. “He might be homesick?”
Maybe I can ask him or Dare to find out what’s behind Brad’s decision. No, no. I need to respect his privacy…right?
“Let’s focus on the fairy part right now.” Rami sits on the chair. “Tonight, Elly will have their first date.”
“How do you know about my date? And who’s Elly?”
“Ezra and Sully…Elly. It’s your couple name.”
“We have a couple name?” I’ve heard the ones Rami made up for the brothers, like Gabriz and Suri, but I never thought I’d get one.
“Are you still making them?” Michael sniffs with annoyance.
“They are kind of cute.” Sari is always encouraging.
“Lori told us about your special night. He had an emergency at work and was whining like a bitch ’coz he wanted to be the one to fairy you away,” Rami explains. Of course it was him.
Michael stops the conversation by clapping his hands and then goes to open my closet. “Let’s see what we are working with here.”
I see Rami sending a kiss to the ceiling near my window. What the heck is he doing?
“Not much.” I mostly have baggy clothes. “I don’t even know where we are going.”
“Well, he won’t take you to Disneyland, that’s for sure,” Rami jokes.
“He would if Sully asked him.” Michael gives me a knowing look I’ve never seen him make before.
I go to stand near him, looking critically at my few garments. I have no idea what to wear. He starts pulling things out and putting them back, then out again. A few times, he shows it to Rami, who shoots it down with a shake of his head.
In the end, I wear a pair of tight jeans and a white cable-knit sweater they brought for me. They push me on the chair, and while Sari gives me a manicure, Michael styles my hair.
Rami is lying on my bed, one hand behind his head, putting on display his humongous bicep, and his feet crossed at the ankles. He’s looking at something on his phone when he asks, “When are you going to move to Ren’s?”
“Are you still moving there?” Sari raises a perfectly arched eyebrow at me.
“Yes.” I think.
“No, you aren’t, sweetie.” Michael lets out a short laugh like he’s the only one who gets the inside joke. And he is.
“Why wouldn’t he?” Rami looks as confused as I feel while turning to me. “Did you boys fight?”
Before I can reply, Michael interjects, “Ezra is intense just like Raph. Maybe it’s because they are members of the psycho club. I don’t know. But you have only a few days. A week tops.”
“A few days for what?” Rami is still frowning.
“If Ezra is like his brother, he’ll move all your stuff to his place without telling you,” Sari says. Did Uri do that when Sari moved in with him?
I’ve been sleeping at Ezra’s the last three nights, but living with him?
Isn’t it too soon? He never asked or hinted at it.
How would it even be living with him? Waking up next to his warmth every morning, eating meals together, telling him about my day, and waiting for him to come back home.
Fucking like rabbits. Warmth spreads inside me at the sudden images populating my head.
Would my body even be able to survive? My back aches a little, and my butt stings from all the sex—not that I’m complaining.
What am I thinking? I don’t even know if he’ll actually want to share his space with me. Some people are protective of their privacy.
“They might be identical twins, but Uri and Ezra don’t think alike.” Rami turns on his side, propping his head on his hand.
“They seem to have the same tastes, though.” I see Michael’s reflection in the window, looking between Sari and me. “Delicate, sweet, shy.”
“I’m not sweet,” I counter. Sari is the one who gives you cavities by only smiling at you.
“I see what you mean. That’s interesting.” Sari studies me. Then lowers his head and goes back to putting the white nail polish on my fingers. “Are you a little…kinky?” he then asks, turning as red as a tomato.
“Who isn’t, bro?” Rami smirks.
Yeah, I’ve seen his lacy male lingerie that Hunter seems to go crazy over. Would Ezra like that, too? I wouldn’t be totally against it. Another kink to experiment with.
Sari tells me to keep my fingers still until the polish dries. “Do you want me to cover the purple bruise on your neck?”
I lift my hand without thinking, but they aren’t talking about the bite mark; that one is covered by a Band-Aid.
“That’s a love sucky,” Rami corrects him, staring at the other hickey Ezra made yesterday while we had fun…outside. I still can’t believe I did that. It was so exciting and scary and fabulous. Turning what I only imagined into reality is the most exhilarating thing ever.