Chapter 8 #3
When Adam’s hand brushed against mine, I tensed up, trying to control my breathing.
In and out. In and out. In and out. His finger moved, grazing mine.
By accident. Surely, by accident. I wanted to graze it back, only to stop myself in the nick of time.
When my dick hardened, I started counting backward from a hundred. I reached forty-six when Adam spoke.
“Yeah, this isn’t gonna cut it.”
My eyes snapped open. “W-what?”
He propped himself on his elbows, gazing into the distance.
“Do you want to do it again?”
I blinked in confusion. “Do w-what?”
He still wouldn’t look at me.
“Ten seconds. Lips, no tongue. Yes or no?”
Fuck. Me.
Say no.
I almost laughed because my inner voice was hilarious.
“Okay.”
Adam looked at me, his face blank. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He turned toward me and pressed his lips to mine.
Just like that. And just like that, my heart went berserk.
My brain shut down. Somewhere on the way to my lungs, my breath stuttered to a stop.
Only the pressure of his lips on mine kept me tethered to the moment.
Speaking of, was he counting? Or was I supposed to count?
I should probably tell him I couldn’t do math right now if my life depended on it.
My hand found his waist, though. I didn’t know if that was against the rules, but I wasn’t groping him or anything.
I just held him. Speaking of rules, I wanted to move my lips badly, but it probably wasn’t allowed.
I also wanted to lick him, but he said no tongue, so… How much time did we have left, anyway?
When Adam broke the kiss, I opened my eyes and met a bewildered blue gaze. A few moments of stunned silence passed before he spoke.
“Twenty?”
“Fuck, yeah,” I breathed.
When he slammed his mouth on mine, all breath left me.
My lips parted on their own volition, never minding me.
When his tongue swiped across them, I wanted to cry with relief.
Oh, we’re doing that. Thank God. I needed to taste him more than anything, so when our tongues tangled, a helpless moan escaped me.
Adam moaned too as his hand found my waist, pulling me closer to him.
Could he feel it too? This incessant need to just…
fuck. No wonder my hips bucked, humping the air out of sheer desperation.
No wonder I raised my head, deepening the kiss until our teeth clanked against each other.
No wonder I hooked my leg around his thigh, pulling him to me, needing more.
When his thumb slid between our lips, I sucked on it greedily, turning this three-way kiss into a sloppy, vulgar mess.
When Adam abruptly pulled away, I didn’t know what day it was.
“No,” I whispered, refusing to believe that twenty seconds were up. “Not yet.”
He rewarded me with a peck on the lips before pulling away, only to return for another peck as if he couldn’t stop himself. I chased his lips with mine, but he clamped his hand over my mouth, as if he wanted to deprive himself of access to my lips.
“Jordan, stop.”
When his pupil-dilated, shock-filled eyes found mine, I shuddered. For a few moments, we just stared at each other as if we had no recollection of how we got here.
“Fuck,” Adam murmured, and I shared the sentiment. Nothing had the right to feel this good, and the thought made me angry for some reason. He made me angry.
“Why?” I asked him, hating the way my voice trembled.
Why did you kiss me? Why did I kiss you? Why did we kiss?
“I don’t know.”
I shook my head in frustration, looking away... far away from that piercing blue gaze that made my heart ache.
“It’s okay,” Adam said, his voice hoarse. “This is not real.”
“Bullshit!” I exclaimed. “Don’t say that. Don’t make this… don’t make it worse. Besides, if this is not real, then we might as well fuck, right?”
I didn’t mean that. I was too scared to fuck him or let him fuck me, but I wanted a reaction out of him. When his eyes found mine, I froze on the spot. Seconds turned into an eternity as he kept watching me in silence. Was he considering it? Probably not, but I couldn’t fucking tell.
Say something. Hit me. Don’t stare at me as if I’m a circus tent.
Then several things happened at once. I heard the jingle of keys just before the flashlight found my face, blinding me momentarily.
I blinked to clear my vision, only to see a pale face above me and a toothless sneer.
What the fuck was Moses doing in our cell?
Someone else appeared behind him, and then a dozen individuals barged into our cell.
Then someone punched me in the face, and I blacked out.
When I came to, I was dizzy, and my head hurt. After the room around me stopped spinning, I realized I was sitting on the floor, handcuffed to someone. I could recognize that massive back anywhere, and it told me I was handcuffed to Adam.
When Skull Crusher appeared in front of me, I swallowed with difficulty. Shit.
“Hey there, cop.”
Double shit.
“He’s not supposed to be here, and he’s not important,” Adam said calmly. “Just let him go and take me instead. I’ll do whatever you want.”
Crusher grinned. “Thanks, but you’re not my type. Your partner, however...”
“Touch him, and you die,” Adam said in a cold, steady voice. “These handcuffs won’t stop me. These circumstances won’t stop me. Leave and save your motherfucking life.”
Another flashlight appeared, and with it, Santiago’s angry expression.
“You will speak when spoken to,” he said, kicking Adam in the face. I heard a sickening crunch before blood gushed from Adam’s nose, spilling all over the floor.
“No!” I gasped, trying to free myself. “Leave him alone. Please.”
“You two tried to fuck me over,” Santiago growled, getting into my face. “But I’m smarter than you, and I will make you pay. I even made a temporary truce with Mr. Crusher here to make things more painful for you.”
Adam snorted. “You think you’re smart? Who do you think put us here?”
Santiago pointed a flashlight at him. “Meaning?”
“You have been skimming from the top, pal,” Adam said, laughing bitterly. “Your boss wants his shit back, and we’re here to get it for him.”
“You’re full of shit, cop,” Santiago bit out, kicking Adam in the face so hard that the force of it sent us both to the floor.
“Please stop hurting him!” I cried as Adam spat out blood. “I’ll do anything you want.”
“You’ll do anything I want,” Crusher growled, grabbing me by the hair. “And you can start by opening your mouth.”
“I’m telling you the fucking truth!” Adam shouted, drawing their attention to himself.
“Bull sent us here because he knows everything. He knows that you have been stealing from him for years. He knows you betrayed him. I mean, don’t get me wrong.
If I had such a stingy boss, I would be stealing too.
After all, you’re doing all the work and risking your neck, while your boss is hiding in the Cemetery like a coward. ”
“Go on,” Santiago said, sounding deep in thought.
I froze on the spot. He didn’t deny it. He didn’t say his boss wasn’t in the Cemetery, which was an infamous district in Smitsville. It was a little piece of insight, which could mean something or nothing, but it was more than we knew a minute ago.
“He’s lying,” Crusher said, spitting at Adam. “Just let me kill him.”
“No!” I shouted. “It’s the truth. Santiago, you’re trusting the wrong enemy.”
Crusher reached into his pants. “You’re talking too much, pig. Maybe this will shut you up.”
A moment later, I was facing his dick, disproportionate to its owner’s size.
“If you push that thing into my mouth by force, I may involuntarily bite it off,” I said, turning my head to the side.
When I heard a weird sound behind me, similar to a bone cracking, my heart froze in my chest. I knew what it meant because I’d heard it once before—when someone dislodged his thumb to free his hand from a handcuff.
“Adam, please don’t,” I begged, knowing he had to be in a world of pain. “I’ll be fine. His dick is so small I won’t even feel it. Hell, I will need a magnifying glass just to—”
“FIRE!” The sudden scream in the distance filled me with dread. “Fiiiire! Heeeelp!”
It was the last thing I could remember before something hit my head and the world around me disappeared… for the second time that night.
When I came to, my head was throbbing, and I wasn’t in prison anymore.
I could see the night sky and the gates of Grangetown Correctional Facility in the distance.
I could see the blue and red flashing lights coming from the police cars and ambulances around me.
Speaking of ambulances, I was in one because I saw a paramedic hovering above me.
“Nice and easy,” he said as I straightened up. “You got a nasty hit on the head.”
“Where’s Adam?” I said because it was the only thing that interested me.
“I’m here.”
I heard Adam’s voice before I saw him approaching me with a worried look on his face. He looked like shit, too. His nose wasn’t broken, but it looked bad. His jumpsuit was bloodied, and his left hand seemed swollen.
“Are you okay?” he said, sitting down next to me. “How is your head?”
“It hurts,” I replied, sniffling. “How is your thumb?”
“They popped the bone back in place, so… fine?”
“What the hell happened?” I asked him because a chunk of my memory was missing.
“A fire broke out in the cell at the end of the hall. Crusher and Santiago rushed back to their cages, along with their goons. The guards showed up, accompanied by the warden and Detective Bianchhi. After that, they extracted us.”
“What about the guards who were supposed to be on the night watch?”
“Disappeared. GPD is looking for them. They let those bastards into our cell and probably ratted us out. Also, we owe Mendoza a favor. He lit the fire in his cell and sent the message to Biancchi that shit is about to hit the fan.”
“Why the hell would he do that? He owes us nothing.”
Adam pointed at Detective Biancchi, who was standing by his car and peering at his phone.
“Because of him, I presume, but I won’t hazard a guess on why. If you’re smart, you’ll stay out of it.”
I looked at him. “Does that mean we’re going home?”
Hollow. My words made me feel hollow inside.
Adam gazed into the distance; his eyes fixed on something far away.
“Yeah,” he said with a sigh. “We’re going home.”