Page 101 of Silent Damage

Once the medics were satisfied that I wasn’t dying, and after Gabe and I revealed that we suck each other's cocks to the creators of the HellCats, I was allowed to leave.

It’s still hot outside, even though it’s the middle of the night, and I’m dreading having to bake in that hot trailer.

“We need to get a window AC or something,” I suggest.

Gabe stares at me with a raised brow. “Yeah, maybe with your first HellCat check, you can splurge and buy us one,” he replies, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Two can play this game. “Buy one? I’m a HellCat now, mothafucka. I’m gonna steal that shit!”

“God damnit,” Gabe whispers with frustration.

“I’m just saying, my profession is organized crime now. Get used to some shady-ass business.”

We reach the front door of the trailer, but Gabe blocks me from entering. “What are you going to do for them?” he asks with a nervous edge to his voice.

“I have no clue. Whatever they want me to do, I guess.”

That’s not the answer Gabe was looking for. “I can talk to Torren. He’ll make sure Tobias puts you somewhere less risky—”

“Nope,” I interrupt. “Nuh-uh. I just started, and I’m not having Daddy Torren put in a good word for me because I’m boinking his right-hand man. I want to earn respect.”

Gabe narrows his eyes at me. “Boinking? Really?”

I press him against the front door, making sure to grind my dick against his.

“Get in that fucking trailer and get naked so I can boink that ass.”

Gabe laughs so hard he almost loses his balance, but I manage to catch him. “I will never let you fuck me again if you say that—”

“I ain’t fuckin’ nobody,” I blurt out before he can finish. “I said I’m BOINKIN’!”

A neighbor turns on their outdoor lights, and Gabe shakes his head. “Let’s get inside. We need to take care of you.” He leads us into the trailer, then rushes to the bathroom, turning on the light and drawing a bath.

I wave my hand dismissively. “Nah, I’m not hurt. I’m freaking horny—”

Gabe approaches and puts his finger to my lips. “I’ll fill up the tub with some Epsom salt so you can soak and relax.”

“You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” he interrupts.

We’re face-to-face in the dark trailer, but I can still make out his face. He looks at me with concern, and a warm feeling washes over me. “Okay,” I whisper.

He takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom, where he pulls the Epsom salt from beneath the sink and dumps a generous amount into the water.

He tests the temperature with his hand, staring up at the ceiling with a contemplative look, then adjusts the hot and cold.

Watching Gabe methodically prep a bath for my bruised body—

My body feels too small for everything I’m feeling.

He turns off the water and approaches. “I’ll help.”

Gabe slowly takes my shirt off, then unbuttons my jeans, sliding them down with care. He lifts one foot to remove my shoe and sock, then does the same with the other.

“Brace yourself against the wall,” he says. I do, and he pulls off my pants, then slides down my boxers.

My cock hardens as I watch him kneel before me.