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His mouth was hot; his tongue felt amazing against my own. My split lip stung, but hell if I cared. If he wanted to punch me and then kiss it to make it better, I was game. When he licked my neck, I shivered all over, and became powerless to deny him anything.
My cock was rock hard beneath my jeans, demanding to be released, and I could feel the shape of him beneath me. God, what I’d do to see him in the flesh…my lips ached to taste all of him. I wanted to wrap my hand around him, to stroke and bring him to climax, to witness his ascension to oblivion.
His hands scraped beneath my shirt, scratching my skin, digging into my flesh savagely.
Fuck, I loved it, but that was going to leave a mark. I needed more and would die if I didn’t taste him soon.
He pulled off my hoodie and T-shirt, and I was pulling his off when he said, “You’re more beautiful than I ever imagined. I’ve been waiting for this for so long, Drew.”
I froze.
It was like I’d been dunked in an ice bath.
Ciaran thought I was Drew.
Drunk Ciaran thought I was Drew.
Fuck. What had I been about to do?
I was such an asshole.
The kid was fucking drunk and I let it go too far.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I sat up and scrambled to the end of the bed, out of reach.
“This can’t happen tonight Ciaran.” I put my shirt on while my heart pounded in my chest.
“Don’t leave me, Drew.” His voice was frantic. “I promise I’ll be good. We can go all the way. I won’t tell. Please believe me.”
Who the fuck was Drew and why did he have such a hold on Ciaran?
I had a decision to make: pretend to be Drew to deescalate the situation or convince Ciaran I wasn’t Drew.
The first option appeared to be my best choice. “I know you’ll be good, Ciaran. But right now, I need you to listen to me.” Ciaran seemed to wait to hear the next set of instructions. “Right now, go to sleep, so I can go do something. Then I’ll be right back. Can you do that for me?”
“You’ll come back?”
“I won’t go far and I’ll come back.”
“Right back?”
Did Ciaran have a fear of people leaving him?
“Yes, right back.”
“Okay,” Ciaran said in a calmer manner.
Then, without warning, he leaned over and started retching. I moved the bucket just in time. After a few cycles, and giving him the water bottle, Ciaran turned on his side and started snoring.
I left the bucket in its spot in case he had another upset.
After wiping down his mouth and making sure he was tucked in under the covers, I moved the SUV down into the basement garage.
Back upstairs, I stored the statue in the safe, took a shower, and attempted to go to sleep.
But it took a very long time to reconcile my body’s reaction to Ciaran.
