Chapter 13 #3
Every breath I take, he’s gasping and delving back in, fingers tangling in my hair and yanking me back down, tiny little whimpers and sounds escaping his throat, and fuck, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard him do.
No clue what’s gotten into him, but right now, with his hot, lithe little body pressed against mine, grinding against me so good, I’m not complaining.
I’m hard all over again, and when Abel’s cock rubs against mine through our clothes, I groan aloud and let my head drop back against the brick wall.
It doesn’t take long for us to gain momentum in our movements, and with my fingers digging into his ass, I help guide his movements as he grinds his hard little cock into mine, bringing us both closer to the edge.
“Oh, Peris. Fuck,” he keens, tossing his head back, and I bury my nose into his throat, licking along his skin.
“Are you gonna come for me, baby?”
“Y-yes,” he mewls loudly, and I slam my mouth onto his to shut him up before we’re heard.
“Then, do it,” I mutter against his lips. “I wanna feel it.”
“Shit. Shit.” He tosses his head back on a gasp before curling into me and burying his face in my neck and shuddering. His body twitches in short, little bursts, and the warmth seeping through his jeans is telling. I groan low in my throat, unable to help it as I feel his cum seep between us.
My hands massage his ass, fingers digging in deep through the material of his jeans, making Abel hum low in his throat and shift against me, pulling away. “Don’t,” he mutters, and my hands still, even as they tighten their grip.
“Don’t what?” I ask, my voice low.
“Too sensitive,” he whispers, words spilling into the night, and I chuckle lowly.
“Too sensitive, baby?” I mock him, pulling my fingers apart before squeezing them back together and making him groan. His face blooms red, visible even in the darkness, and I’ve never seen him look more beautiful.
“What are you doing to me?” I whisper to myself.
“What?” Abel asks, eyes wide as he blinks up at me, and I drop him like he’s on fire. He stumbles to the ground, still a little inebriated.
“Nothing,” I snap. His brows draw together.
“No. What did you say?” he insists, and I sigh loudly.
“Shut the fuck up, Abel.”
He crosses his arms over his chest in a show of defiance, and it’s actually kind of cute. The way his bright pink bangs hang in front of his eyes… “You know, you tell me to shut the fuck up an awful lot.”
“Because you never fuckin’ do.”
“I don’t need to.”
“You should learn to.”
“Peris!” He actually stamps his foot in a huff.
“Abel,” I mock him, making him glare deeper. My blood sings the more he narrows his eyes, and it’s… it’s nice.
To argue with him. Fight with him. Pretending like nothing is wrong. Like it’s all okay and nothing has changed.
It’s all the same between us.
It’s not real.
It’ll never be real again.
But I can pretend.
Just for a little while.
“Come home with me,” I say before I can think twice about it, picking him back up and holding him against me.
“What?” he says, eyes widening, and he’s so close to me, I can make out the deepening of his pupils, even in the darkness.
“You’re drunk,” I state.
“No shit, Peris.”
“So, come home with me,” I say again, heart in my throat at the prospect of him turning me down. And he could so easily… just like that.
It would be as easy as breathing for him to hurt me all over again.
I release my hold on him and let him slide down my body slowly. Abel hisses at the loss of contact, but my eyes never leave his, and he doesn’t look away either. It’s heady. And intense.
When his feet hit the gravelly ground, he stumbles slightly but manages to right himself easily enough with only one hand gripping my bicep. I grab onto his elbow and wrap my fingers around the bone, causing his breath to stutter.
“So, what’s it gonna be, Silver?”
His lips quirk into a small smile, and that signature eyebrow flicks up. “Silver, huh?”
My own lips twitch. “Yeah.”
He seems to roll my answer over on his tongue for a few moments before coming to a conclusion.
“Well, all right, Baxter. Take me home and do dirty, filthy things to me.” And then, he smiles so fucking wide and bright, my stomach flip flops right inside my guts, making me lose my breath, and I’m grateful for the wall at my back because without it, I probably would’ve fallen backward.
With a confidence I don’t feel, I push away from the brick and reach up to brush my fingers along Abel’s roughened cheek.
“You’ve got the wrong idea, runt. I’m not bringing you home to fuck you,” I whisper as I lean down.
My nose brushes against his, and my chest constricts, causing a bolt of pain to lance through me.
Abel’s breaths are coming in short, hot bursts that fan over my face, and the tequila leaking from his pores tells me all I need to know.
I shouldn’t have fucked with him while he was this drunk. But I’m always full of regrets with him anyway.
“Then, what do you plan on doing with me?”
“Put you to bed.”
His brows tug together. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“But you just—we just…” he trails off, and I barely bite off my sigh. “I’m confused,” he mumbles, and this time, it makes its way out.
It’s so weird being the sober one.
“Come on,” I order him with a grip on his arm as I drag us out of the alleyway. After depositing Abel on a short, concrete wall, I pull my phone out of my pocket and order us a ride back to my place.
When that’s done, I can’t help pulling up my call log and noting the number Luke called me from. It’s the same I’ve always had missed calls from, and I shouldn’t have fucking answered…
“You’ve got that look on your face again,” Abel says conversationally, and I shove my phone back in my pocket, shuttering my face.
“What look?” I say as I peek over at him. He sways slightly in place, arms crossed over his chest to ward off the cold.
“That one,” he accuses, pointing his finger in my general direction, and I roll my eyes.
“Right, yes. Very specific, thank you.”
“Fuck you, you know what I’m talking about,” he rebukes, and I sigh loudly, dragging my hand through my hair and yanking on the strands.
“Abel, I promise you, I do not. Now, just drop it.”
“Your promises don’t mean shit anymore.”
I stiffen from head to toe. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
Abel huffs and crosses his arms over his chest. “Nothin’.”
I release a growl and drop down on the wall beside him, fingers curled around the material until my nails scrape against it. My head is tossed back between my shoulders to stare up at the dark, cloudless sky as I force each breath through my nostrils.
When the fuck did it all get so complicated?
Oh yeah—literally the moment he walked into my life.