30. Daren
Chapter 30
Daren
L uca lay on my bed, wearing my shirt, and it was almost like we’d time-traveled back to the year before when everything was so much less serious than it felt now.
“I missed this,” I said softly, tracing a swirl across the jut of his hip bone. His cock lay spent against his thigh, freshly cleaned from the shower we’d taken together after Fletcher took off.
“I don’t want to get used to it again,” he said, scrunching his nose. “Not yet.”
I sighed, desperate to lay down beside him but not trusting the house to alert me to Fletcher’s eventual return.
“Tell me about him,” Luca said, rolling onto his side and propping his head in his hand. “Tell me about this place.”
Never once did it cross my mind that Luca would be asking for underhanded reasons. For as much double-crossing as there had been and would continue to be in our lives, I didn’t doubt the sincerity of him, the truth of us.
“Fletcher isn’t as bad as everyone thinks he is,” I said with a half-shrug. “He’s cold, but he’s not cruel.”
“Have you fucked him?”
I shook my head. “I tried a few times, but he’s not interested in me. The first time he ever paid attention to me naked was when you were beside me.”
Luca’s cheeks turned pink. “Why didn’t he fuck me tonight?”
“Are you jealous?” I asked, pinching his hip. “Are you left wanting? He came on your face, remember?”
Luca’s eye was still tinged red around the corners, in case he’d forgotten.
“He does look like he fucks rough,” Luca said softly.
“You saw the state of Bellamy when we met up for the trade.”
“I’ve been trying to sleep with Gideon since I got to the house,” Luca confessed, rolling onto his back.
This conversation was one we’d had before, but only in hypotheticals and long before either of us had truly understood the depths of the rivalry between the Thorns and the Roses.
“That feels useful.”
“Useful and selfish,” he said, giving me a coy grin. “He’s hot.”
I arched a brow, not jealous in the slightest, just glaringly aroused at the thought of someone else fucking Luca while I watched, or better, with me.
“Aren’t I hot?”
The laughter in Luca’s face died off, and he darted a glance at the closed door to my bedroom before snaking his hand around the back of my neck and pulling our faces closer together.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, kissing the corner of my mouth. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”
I hummed, licking my way into his mouth and finally giving in. Flinging a leg over Luca’s waist, I shifted my weight on top of him and pressed him down into the sheets. I wanted my bed to smell like him for the rest of the term.
“Do you think Gideon is fucking Bellamy right now?” I asked, kissing my way from Luca’s mouth to the curve of his neck.
“Gideon doesn’t fuck anyone.” Luca arched up against me, his cock twitching back to life. “But you do.”
“We talked about this.”
“Tell me how you fucked Bellamy.” Luca dug his fingernails into the small of my back. “Was he the last person you fucked?”
“You’re the last person I fucked.”
I reached up and shoved my fingers into his mouth, partly to silence him and partly so I didn’t hurt him too bad when I shoved them into him. Luca gagged around the intrusion, jaw going wide as he choked. I flattened his tongue, tutting mine against the roof of my mouth.
“There’s no way you’re this out of practice,” I taunted, reaching for the back of his throat.
Tears ran from the corners of Luca’s eyes and he slowly relaxed. My knuckles dusted across his teeth and his cock spasmed against my hip.
“Bellamy wanted to be prepared for Fletcher,” I said, using my hand to angle Luca’s head back at a sharper angle. “I fucked him as hard as he could take it, which you’d have probably considered soft.”
Luca sputtered a laugh around my hand, and I yanked it out of his mouth. Trails of spit connected the back of his throat and my fingertips, splattering across his chest as I reached down blindly between his legs. I forced two spit-slick fingers into his still-stretched ass, covering his mouth with my other hand to stop his cry from echoing through the house.
He sounded so perfect, so mine , that I didn’t hear the door open.
I heard it close.
I heard Fletcher’s heavy footfalls, and then beside me, the mattress depressed as he sat down.
I froze.
Luca froze, except for the muscles of his asshole contracting around my fingers.
Fletcher knew about Luca and me. It wasn’t a secret to him, but what was happening right now wasn’t necessarily allowed either. In fact, he’d warned us both when he told us to hide better. A task I’d immediately failed.
“You should have locked your door,” he said quietly, reaching over and brushing Luca’s damp hair back from his forehead.
“I didn’t think I was allowed.”
“Fair point.” Fletcher swallowed, and a twig fell out of his hair, landing in the small space between his knee and Luca’s ribcage. “How many fingers do you have inside of him right now?”
“Two,” I rasped.
“Give him a third.”
I was well on my way to that point anyway, so I did.
Luca loosed another cry against my palm, and Fletcher pressed his palm down against Luca’s forehead, stilling his desperate thrashing.
“Have you fisted him before?” Fletcher asked me, like Luca wasn’t even there.
“Yes.”
“Were you going to?” he asked next, like Luca wasn’t half naked beneath me with most of my hand already up his ass. “Fist him tonight, I mean.”
“I hadn’t planned it out.”
Luca grunted his approval for fisting, and I shot him a death glare.
For what felt like a lifetime, none of us moved until Fletcher finally asked me, “How long has this been going on?”
I knew he didn’t mean the current sex act, but our relationship in general. It was bad enough I’d lied, because the last thing I wanted was for him to doubt my loyalty.
“Over a year,” I admitted.
“Have you been underhanded with me about everything, Daren? Or just this?”
“I’m loyal,” I promised, and it was the truth. I might not always understand the hows or the whys, but I was loyal. “To you and to the Thorns…”
He sensed my hesitation.
“But?”
“But I love him,” I said.
Luca whined against my palm, teeth gnashing against my skin.
“How innocent,” Fletcher said with a frown. “To think any of that matters.”