Chapter Twenty-Three #4
Imagining the compulsively neat Dr. Robot grimacing as he steps around the messy state of his serial killer boyfriend’s bedroom is immensely satisfying.
I wonder if he does the wash for him… That would be hilarious.
“No offense, but I highly doubt he hates anything about that bratty shithead,” Byron grumbles.
“Did you see them together that day in the rec room?? He was looking at Darcey like a damn work of art. Like he sneezes rainbows and shits gold.” He rolls his eyes.
“I think it’s clear he puts The Carver on a fucking pedestal. ”
My delight slips away, and I scowl. “Oh, yes . Let us all fall to our knees and worship the great Felix Darcey . The most fascinating specimen on the whole bloody planet…”
Irritation sets my jaw as I petulantly explore the books on the shelf. They’re mostly psychology texts, though I do spot a copy of Mindhunter , which I remember Dr. Love having on his shelf back in Atlanta.
Tugging out a random one, I look it over…
Beneficial Brainwashing by Dr. Melvin Strange.
I’m flipping through the pages when I realize that Byron isn’t moving, and I can feel him staring at me. I turn to find him standing beside the bed with his head cocked.
“Yes?” I mutter, arching a brow.
He purses his lips and shrugs. “Nothing. You just…” His voice trails, on purpose. He’s wearing this smug expression that’s irking me even further.
“I just what? ” I growl.
“You seem a little jealous.” He plops down on the bed and reclines, propping up on his elbows.
My frown deepens. “I am not,” I hiss, though my tone is proving his point. “I think it’s pathetic. Leaving an entire life behind to come here and fall in love with a serial killer…”
“ Or you’re mad because Dr. Love never showed any interest in dick when he was treating you.” He smirks.
“False,” I grunt, petulantly stuffing the book back in its place. “I don’t care about that. I am mad that he deserted me, knowing he could turn around and sell me out to The Ivory. It was all part of his plan, because he’s a raging wanker.”
Byron’s gaze narrows in suspicion. “Just admit you were into him. It’s not a big deal…”
“Bugger off,” I seethe, snooping some more to distract from the resentment simmering in my gut. Stepping out of my shoes, I pick up a toothbrush from the shower caddy and use it to clean them.
His accusations are getting to me, and it’s bothersome. It reminds me of the way Leo used to hassle me about this shit.
“Are you still into him?”
My gaze returns to Byron when I notice his tone has shifted. It’s no longer jeering, and his eyes have gone dark, mouth set in a firm line. He looks indignant. Resentful…
Jealous?
“No…” I murmur quietly, and he blinks.
“Are you sure?” His voice is low, fit to smolder, just like his gaze. “Or is that why you hate Felix Darcey so much? Because he stole the guy you’ve been crushing on for years…”
Tossing the toothbrush into the caddy, I step over to him. “And what if it was?” I witness his jaw tic. It zips a chill up my spine. “Would that be a problem?”
Byron’s expression is unreadable, but I can feel that he’s fuming, keeping it locked up tight. That he might be jealous of my latent feelings for Dr. Love is purely titillating. Part of me wants to keep pressing him, to see how far he’s willing to take this.
Mr. I Don’t Do Feelings…
Casual hookups only.
Great story, James Patterson. Tell us another.
“I just think the least you could do is be honest with me,” he rasps, hitting me with something I didn’t expect. A guilt-trip. “After I’ve poured all of my secrets out to you…”
Unease rolls through my stomach. He has a point there as well… Very perceptive, this one.
Inching closer, I take him in. Lying there, peering up at me, a delirious twinkle in his dark eyes. I pause at the edge of the bed, watching his throat dip. It’s unbearably hot, and the tension in the air has turned thicker than smog in an instant.
Dropping onto the bed on my hands and knees, I cage him in. I give him a studious once-over, running my index finger up his inner thigh.
“Fine. Let’s put it this way…” I rumble, watching his full lips part. “I have the same residual feelings for Lemuel that you have for Michelangelo.”
Byron’s gaze narrows as he stands his ground. “That’s not the same…”
“Could be.” I shrug, gaze stuck on his mouth. “Which would mean that Felix Darcey is like my Governor Russo.”
His features shift at my mention of the awful man who stole everything from him. I can practically feel him vibrating. And I’m feral for it.
There’s a current flowing between us, gazes locked in shared scorn, some rather powerful chemistry snapping like a live wire.
“Want to taste some sweet revenge, Raphael?” I hum. “I’ll feed it to you…”
His eyes are coveting my lips as he nods. Subtly, but still. He’s on board. My limbs are quivering with thrill.
“We’re inside the bedroom of the fucker who killed your friend,” I murmur. “Let us not squander this opportunity.”
His eyes sparkle, a smirk forming on his perfect mouth to mirror my own. “They could show up any minute…”
“Mmm…” I bite my lip.
Both of our chests are suddenly moving quicker with heavy breaths as Byron arches up to me… And my heart stops beating.
Intentionally or not, he’s been teasing me since we met. Taunting me with his proximity, giving me a taste and then pulling away—really toying with the addict in me. And on some level, I think he likes it; being my dealer and my drug. Knowing I’ll do anything to keep getting my fix.
I’ve been aching for his hot mouth to overpower mine since the first time I saw him. I want his lips bruising my own, his tongue in my mouth, his teeth biting me… I’m dying for the passion I know he’s dying to unleash on someone.
But just when I think I might get it—as my lashes flutter and I lean into the brooding fighter, whose hungry gaze is zeroed in on my waiting mouth—he abruptly flips me. In a flash, he’s on top, pinning me to the mattress.
“That’s what you want, isn’t it?” He curls his fingers around my throat. “Doctor Daddy finding you in his boyfriend’s bed…”
I arch up into him, eyes lidded. “That’s not all I want…”
His body is blazing, ridden with fiery tension and about to erupt. “Just admit you’re jealous…”
You first. “Why do you care , Byron?” I taunt, gliding a hand between his legs.
“I don’t,” he growls, though it turns to a hum when my fingers brush his erection. “I want to fuck with that preppy bitch boy…”
“Right.” I rub on his cock, feeling it grow beneath my palm. “So do I.”
“Good,” he croons, deep and raspy, dragging those unbearably soft lips over to my ear. He nips my earlobe, and I gasp. Then he sits back, leaving me squirming and needy. “Turn over.”
Without a breath of hesitation, I obey, rolling onto my knees and giving him my backside. No shame in my game. I’ve been dying to get him back inside me since the other night— preferably while I’m awake this time.
I want to experience it fully. Especially while he’s being all jealous growly-boy possessive and pretending he’s not.
Casual fuck-friends don’t get a thumping vein of rage in their neck when they demand to know if you have feelings for your hot doctor. Just saying.
I think my eagerness is pleasing him, because I catch a satisfied smirk on his luscious lips before he lifts my shirt over my head.
Then he shoves me forward, so that I’m bent over on all fours.
I’m trembling as he yanks my pants and underwear down, surprised when he rips them off my legs completely, leaving me fully naked in seconds flat.
Bare ass up and ready for him. In Felix Darcey’s bed.
Positively wicked.
Peering over my shoulder, I watch him lift his own shirt off, then slither out of his pants. The moment his dick is out, my ass clenches like a reflex.
Fucking hell… I missed that thing.
Such a thick, pretty cock, and those heavy balls I want slapping against mine…
“Oh, hello…” I purr, reaching back to fondle him.
“Hi,” Byron whispers hoarsely, running his hands up my sides. “Wait, are you talking to my dick?”
“Maybe…” I hum, and he chuckles.
Smacking my hand away, he shoves me forward, the rough of this already driving me wild. He cups my ass, spreading it open. “What do you think your Dr. Love would say about this…?”
His fingers run up and down over my rim, and I’m trembling, burning already. Dizzy with anticipation of all the things he could do to me.
“Probably something about how I enjoy being used…”
“Do you?” he rumbles, kissing a line down my spine.
“Uh-huh…” I whimper, the closer his mouth gets to my behind. “And I’m not the only one.”
“Who, me?” He breathes out with an audible grin on my lower back, nipping the flesh of my ass cheek until I flinch.
Why is he so adorable and sexy?? It’s not fair.
I nod fast, lashes fluttering. “But the best part is that I’m the only one who knows it.”
Humming, he holds me down with a hand between my shoulder blades, burying my face in the bed. And then, without a moment’s warning, he licks between my ass, feathering his warm tongue over my hole.
“Uhhh… fuck , B-Byron…” I’m coming apart in seconds.
I have to say, I did not expect this.
I wanted a kiss on my mouth…
But I suppose this is just as good.
“ Wow… ” He sighs in between making out with my b-hole the way he never has with my mouth. Frustrating boy. “You are so sweet right here.”
“Baby, your tongue feels… mmff … bloody amazing .”
“But you’re clenching.” He pouts. I can feel it, and I’m swooning and sweating at the same time. “Open up so I can fuck your tiny hole with it…”
“ Oh … sweet mmm fury… Anything for you.”
Relaxing my muscles, I present my hole for Byron Kang— my bisexual dream come true. And he eats me slow and sloppy, lapping and sucking and stuffing his tongue in me until I’m going cross-eyed. Devouring me like his favorite sweet, slutty dessert.
Fucking hell… He eats ass like he’s eating pussy. Such a former straight boy, I love it.