Because the truth is, I don’t want a version without them either.
Even if I’m starting to think there is no line they wouldn’t cross to keep it that way.
Chapter 27
Hunter
The pressure at the base of my spine coils tighter with every stroke, building in my balls, spreading into my groin. My cock is so hard the veins are standing out, throbbing against my fingers with every heartbeat.
“Fuck.”
I twist at the head, my thumb catching the slit, and my hips snap forward, fucking into my fist as my grip tightens until it hurts.
But that's how I need it.
Rough. Angry. Punishing.
My abs contract, thighs tense as I jerk myself faster, the muscles in my forearm burning from the pace. But I don’t slow down. Can’t slow down.
“Fuck. Fuck. Atlas.”
My orgasm rips through me hard enough that my knees buckle. I watch as cum pulses from my cock in thick ropes, and I keep stroking from root to tip, dragging the last of it out until I’m empty, oversensitive, and shaking.
I sag forward, forehead pressing against the wall, trying to catch my breath.
Need to stop doing this.
It’s the third time this week.
Since the haunted mansion, I can’t keep my best friend out of my head when my hand is on my cock.
Grunting, I grab toilet paper to clean myself, then flush it. Someone walks in just as I tuck myself back into my jeans. After tossing my bookbag over my shoulder, I exit the stall and walk to the sink to wash my hands.
A few more students walk in as I’m drying my hands.
Time to get out of here.
My phone buzzes as I step into the hallway to make my way to class. I pull it from my pocket and unlock the screen.
Garrett: Talked to Natalie. Not sure about the parole hearing
Garrett: But I’ll write a statement. Keeps me involved without being in the same room as him
A statement is better than nothing. But it’s not enough.
Me: You need to be there
Garrett: Hunt, I don’t know if I can
Me: Think about it
Garrett: Yeah, sure
Garrett: How's everything
Me: Same. Walking into class
Garrett: Okay. Talk soon