Chapter Twenty-Four #3
“Mmm… I think you’re right, sweet fury.” His finger dips beneath the hem of my shirt, running along my abs. “You like it?”
“Maybe.” Pursing my lips, I grab his hand to stop its roaming. He gasps. “Don’t push it.”
“Trevel,” Dr. Love barks, cutting into whatever this game is we’re been playing. “Let’s go.” He drops a chaste kiss on Darcey’s forehead, then stomps away, nodding for Trevel to follow him.
Trevel’s hand slips down my hip. “See you back at home.” He winks, releasing me to scurry off with his doctor.
Dr. Love casts me one last look that I wish I couldn’t read before they leave, around the corner and out of sight. Off to have their therapy , I guess.
Gulping, my face slopes back in Darcey’s direction. He’s just standing there, still mostly in his bedroom, looking all cute and sweet and fucking stupid. My lips almost quirk, remembering the mess we made in his bed.
Did he even notice? Or is he so simple, he’s literally sleeping in our dried cum?
I’m not sure which result tickles me more.
Darcey waves at me, and I scoff, rolling my eyes. I stalk away without another glance, back to Gen-pop.
Our row is quiet when I get there, and I immediately notice that many inmates are gone, likely in the showers. Stopping in front of my cell, my gaze slides farther down the row. I peek at the camera, and instead of entering my own cell, I continue walking quietly to the end.
I look through the bars of the last cell, holding my breath.
Luthor is in there, sitting on the bottom bunk.
His back is to me, and he doesn’t notice me standing here, because he’s clearly very invested in what he’s doing.
It looks like he’s messing with some device— must be the computer thing he’s been rambling about for months.
A small smile tugs at my lips. Fuck, I miss him.
Existing in here, not by his side, doesn’t feel right.
I’m still mad at him and Ren. The things I said to them during our fight— the last conversation we had, which was weeks ago at this point —are all still valid. But it was never supposed to mean I don’t want them in my life.
Just because they piss me off, it doesn’t mean I don’t love them.
Luthor is my best friend. He just so happens to be hopelessly drawn to the problem.
I don’t hate Ren… I can’t.
Sometimes I wish I could. Things would be so much easier…
Either way, none of that is Luthor’s fault.
Grabbing onto the bars, I’m about to call out to him. But someone grabs me by the waist, meaty hand slapping over my mouth as I’m pulled away.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Officer Pedroia growls in my face when he puts me down. I purposely keep my mouth shut. I’m not supposed to speak, remember, asshole? He gives me a displeased look, shoving me up the row. “Move. Now. ”
Still, I can’t stop myself from glancing back, wondering if I’ll ever get a chance to speak to my best friend again.
I just want to explain… So we can make it right.
I want him to know I don’t blame him for any of this. It’s not… him.
Pedroia hustles me along, pushing me past my cell. My brow furrows. “Where—”
“I did not just hear a word come out of that pouty mouth…” he snarls.
Zipping my lips together, I swallow down my rage for this prick, and my confusion about where the hell we’re going.
We end up in the cafeteria, which is a real bummer because I’ve gotten used to eating with Trevel. Despite not being able to speak, I like having my meals with him. I guess Dr. Love was right… About me feeling comfortable in his presence.
Not that I want to give him credit for anything, since he’s an entitled asshole, but the guy is really fucking smart. I can see why Trevel got along with him so well for so many years…
My stomach rolls while I pick apart my stale bread.
I wonder what they’re talking about… What they’re… doing.
This jealousy is unnecessary and ridiculous. It makes me feel like a fool because he’s not my boyfriend. He’s not my anything . We’re just friends who are hooking up, sharing a cell, and have a severely unhealthy attraction to vengeance. Nothing more.
When the meal ends, I’m brought directly to the showers, and based on the sounds of running water and nothing else, I guess there are already people in here.
I wander inside, going for our spot in the back.
Lifting my shirt over my head, I come to a full stop when it comes down and my eyes land on Trevel.
Beneath a spray of water, running long fingers through his black hair.
What is he doing here?? He must have come straight from therapy…
I’m not trying to stand here gawking, but it’s hard not to. I think I’m glad to see him… Here, with me , and no one else.
Really fucking glad.
So many varying emotions bubble up when I see him, but I’m having trouble processing any of them right now, because he’s naked. And wet .
His back is to me, meaning I have the perfect view of his smooth skin and the sinews of his back, leading down a tapered waist to a fully delicious ass. He’s so tall . His legs and torso go on for miles.
But that booty is just…
I swallow. Mouthwatering .
He’s bad for me… So everyone keeps saying.
He’s dangerous, untrustworthy. Troubled .
But that’s not all I see. I don’t see some fucked-up creature who will use and abuse me to get what he wants. I don’t see the serpent slithering around the garden.
When I look at him, I see a hot fucking dude. A purely gorgeous guy, with purple eyes that see the real me. A quirky, maddening weirdo who has somehow captivated me in record time.
I see the only person in the world who knows all of my deepest secrets, and who’s holding on to them for me. Trevel Fenwick grabbed my baggage without a second thought, carrying it for me so that I don’t have to.
Chivalrous of him, I know. Such a gentleman…
This thing has become so convoluted, so damn fast. And despite what I said, what I made him agree to, the truth is that every second that ticks between us feels like a glaring indication… I’m not sure it can be just casual between us. It’s too potent.
Foolish or not, I think I trust him. I think I want to… walk with him in the shadows.
Taking lithe steps, I move closer, and he spins around, as if he senses me right away. Head tilting, pink lips twisting at their corner to give me that crooked smile that’s contagious.
I release a breath and shove my pants down, with the boxers.
Like an admission, or an offering. And he takes it, eyes dipping shamelessly, gliding over me with a fast and furious hunger in his vibrant gaze.
I can tell he wants me closer, and even if I didn’t have to go that way to get into the shower, I’d be moved there by the call of those irises.
“Come here, Byron.”
“Come closer, baby.”
I’m still afraid to drop the shields again. It nearly destroyed me last time…
But with him, I don’t think I can stop myself.
I’m here, violet eyes. Come and get me…
Turning on the water beside him, I’ve barely submerged myself before he’s grabbing me by the waist and pulling me under his. I gasp, and he growls. Shivering, I glance around to check for any guards.
We’re not alone by any stretch of the imagination, but so long as we stay quiet, there’s no one close enough to pick up on what we’re doing. Probably. They might be just around the corner, but fuck it.
I’m gonna make this count.
And I’m instantly hard from the potential of getting caught.
Trevel’s touch is fast and greedy, yet sensual in the way he’s biting down on his lower lip, like he can’t get enough.
Knowing that we can’t speak is making this experience even deeper; hotter and headier than it usually is any time we’re close like this.
Sexual chemistry on steroids. I’ve never felt anything like it.
His hands run down my hips, and mine come up his chest. I whimper softly, and he breathes a near-silent, “ Fuck …”
“Don’t make that noise ,” I hear him saying in my mind. And I love the idea of turning him on so badly with something as simple as a sound .
My eyes fall below his waist, coveting the sight of his long dick. Not even fully hard yet, but still so severely impressive. My heart is racing as I reach down and grab it, and he purrs.
Mm, baby… Fuck yes.
Our eyes connect, the water cascading at his back while he presses me up against the cold concrete. Violet shimmering lust, and something more…
It’s that danger . I do see it. But it’s mixed with other things. His yearning for closeness and affection. Devotion . It’s fucking crazy how much I want to give it to him.
How badly I want to bend and break for him.
“Squeeze, baby…” he says to me with his eyes while I caress his big cock. “ Stroke nice and tight for me.”
Of course, I do. My chest is fluttering as I touch him slowly, pulling up and down on his inches while our gazes stay draped in one another’s. His skin is like velvet, sliding up and down the rigidity of his dick, my thumb playing with the smooth head every time it pushes out.
Fuck me… This is so hot.
Knowing that people are so close has me quaking, nipples pert and sensitive, wet flesh quivering and on display. Anyone could see this, could watch me pleasuring a man and how needy I am for him.
Just him. Only he gets it.
Trevel leans down to lash his tongue over my lower lip, and I shudder.
“Fall apart for me, baby. I know this is what you want.”
My jagged panting tells him that he’s right.
I do want it. Tear me to pieces, danger boy.
We’re practically melded together as my hips shift, our tips kissing his while I pump his cock up and down in my fist. Trevel digs his fingers into my ass, spreading me rough and teasingly between my cheeks. I’m crumbling as I wrap my other hand around my own cock, giving it a rough stroke.
“ Fury …” he moans on a whisper, dropping his lips to my neck, licking my flesh like melty ice cream.
God, fuck, that feels so good…