Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
And none of it was my business.
Except you’re having your brother go threaten the guy that hurt him.
“Do you have some antibiotic cream to put on your face?”
“Yeah, and oral antibiotics too. My friend was able to… acquire some.”
I’m sure he was. “Good. I don’t want you to let that get infected. My doctor could take a look at it. She would do it here, so you won’t have to go to the hospital or a clinic.”
He frowned. “You’d do that for me?”
“Yes. Do you have to be anywhere tomorrow before my class?”
“No.”
“Good. I’ll see if she can come early in the morning.”
“Thank you, Dante.” His smile warmed me all over.
“You’re welcome. There are towels in the bathroom, which is the door at the end of the hall, and the sheets are clean. I like to keep it ready for guests.”
“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather have me in your room?”
I shook my head. “You’re staying here. I’m staying in my room. After the doctor’s looked at you tomorrow, you’re going to go, and Randall is not going to bother you again.”
“Okay.”
He sounded so damn sad that I wanted to change my mind, but that was insanity. He needed help. He needed protection. But he did not need to be involved with me.
I had my own problems, and my life was full of danger. Even if I didn’t care about my reputation at school, even if I would flaunt a relationship with a student, even if I thought I could get away with it, he needed so much more than what I could provide.
But the thought of anyone hurting him made anger burn inside me. I would continue to protect him no matter what. And the thought of someone else fucking him… I could easily snap the neck of anyone who tried. I was going to have to get over that.
It took me forever to fall asleep. All I could think about was how Alex was just down the hall. What was he sleeping in? Underwear? Nothing at all? All I had to do was walk down the hall, and I could… No, that wasn’t going to happen.
When I finally fell asleep, I tossed and turned, plagued with dreams about Lorenzo and Dimitri, about Rafe in trouble, and then about Alex.
I woke sometime around 3:00 a.m. and lay there staring at the ceiling, my last dream running through my head again and again. Alex had slipped into my bed naked and begged to suck my cock until I couldn’t say no. As images from the dream played in my head, I wrapped my hand around my cock, working it up and down, letting the fantasy go further.
I tightened my grip as I imagined Alex’s lips around me. I imagined pushing my cock deep into his throat, having him take it all. He was ready to serve me any way I wanted him to.
Fuck, the thought of him like that was so hot. My hand moved faster. I was close, right at the edge.
9
ALEX
Igasped and sat up in bed, sweat rolling down my face. A dream. It was just a dream.
Randall had attacked me again, and then it wasn’t Randall anymore. It was just a faceless man attacking me, hitting me again and again, and I was frozen—unable to move. I couldn’t even scream.
But I was okay. I was… Fuck. I was in Dr. Theriot’s house—Dante’s house—in his bed. Well, his guest bed. And he was right there down the hall and, oh God, my heart was beating so fast. The thought of having someone to comfort me, someone just to hold me. I knew I should stay where I was, but I couldn’t help myself.
I slipped out of bed. I was only wearing my boxers, so I grabbed my T-shirt from the floor and pulled it back on. Like it would matter. I was going into his bedroom. Dressed or not dressed, it was something I should never do. But I didn’t care. I was scared, shaken more than I ever remembered being by a dream.
His house was small, so it was easy for me to figure out which room belonged to him. I walked silently, trying not to make a sound. I didn’t know why that mattered to me. It wasn’t like I’d been ordered not to leave my room or that it would matter, but I didn’t want him to hear me until I was there at his door.
I lifted my hand to knock and then froze. Oh my God. Was he—?
I listened more closely, pressing my ear to the door. I heard a groan, and then the unmistakable sound of a slick hand moving up and down on a hard cock.
Holy shit. He was jerking off. Was he thinking about me? I hoped he was.
He groaned again. I heard a thump—was that the bed hitting the wall?