Page 84 of Callous Shot

Striding over to him, I grabbed his shoulder, jerking him around to face me. I got right in his face, my hand around his throat. “Listen very fucking carefully. I would care if you died. I fucking care about you, alright? And did you miss the part where I willingly stabbed one of those men and attacked others? There was no coercion on your part, Dan. I went into that situation with my eyes wide open. I started hooking up with you with my eyes wide open too. Your life isn’t news to me, asshole. I’ve known you for as long as I can remember. I know who you are.”

His eyes grew wider than I’d ever seen them before, moisture filling them as he blinked rapidly. “I…I thought you still hated me.”

Swiping my tongue over my lips, I leaned in. “I thought you still hated me, but I don’t think you’d be getting this upset if you did. Am I right?”

He swallowed hard and then nodded slowly. “I…I’m sorry, Link.”

His voice was so small. I sighed, letting go of his throat and giving in to the urge to wrap my arms around him. “Come here, baby.”

Burying his head in my shoulder, he placed his own arms around me. His breathing eventually slowed, and after a while, he began hesitantly stroking his palms over my back. “Do you still hate me?”

“Do you really think I’d be here if I did?”

“Probably not,” he mumbled into my neck. “But I want to hear you say it.”

“Fine. No, I don’t hate you anymore.”

“It’s a miracle.”

“I agree.”

Daniel’s head rose. His eyes were sparkling, and his annoyingly pretty mouth was curving into a grin. I’d never been more relieved to see it. “I can’t believe Whelford’s star D-man Lincoln Bellingham cares about me.” He pretended to swoon, and I punched him in the shoulder.

“Shut up. You care about me too, you asshole.”

“Stop talking about caring. It’s weird.”

“You started it,” I reminded him, but he was right. What I needed to do more than anything was to kiss his smiling mouth. The time for talking was over. For now.

I leaned in, sliding my lips over his. He instantly opened up to me, his tongue stroking against mine as I pulled him closer. I was suddenly beyond grateful that I had him here in front of me in one piece, still wanting to kiss me back.

Glancing behind me to make sure his bedroom door was closed, I ran my hand down his chest, stopping at the top of his black combat trousers. His brows lifted. “What are you doing there, huh? Hmmm…I think I like your thinking, Bellingham.”

“You don’t know what I’m thinking.” I tugged his lip between my teeth, and he inhaled sharply, arching into me. “You’re sure you’re okay? You’re not in pain?”

“Nah, I’m fine. Bryan gave me the good painkillers, and I promise that knife wound is barely a scratch. It hurt at the time, but it wasn’t bad. It looked worse than it was.”

“Okay, good. I don’t want to put any pressure on you—physical pressure, I mean. I’m sore, so I know you have to be too, even if you can’t feel it now because of the painkillers. So I was thinking…”

I dropped to my knees, and his pupils blew wide. “Yeah. Keep thinking.”

I huffed out a laugh as I undid his trousers, easing them down his thighs. Tilting my head forwards, I mouthed over the bulge in his underwear, feeling his dick hardening against my lips. When he was panting above me, his hips beginning to jerk, and his cock was obscenely tenting his boxer briefs, I drew back. “Do you want my mouth, baby?”

“Yeah,” he breathed, staring down at me with lowered lashes. My heart jolted.

“Are you gonna be good and stay still for me?”

“I’ll try.” His hand cupped my chin, raising my head. Releasing his grip, he slid his finger over my lips. “Are you gonna be good and let me come in here?”

I opened my mouth, taking his finger inside, swirling my tongue around it. He moaned, sagging against the wall, and I pulled back, letting his finger fall from my mouth. I smirked up at my little demon. “Does that answer your question?”

He replied with a low groan, his lashes fluttering, and I eased down his underwear, revealing his hard length. I didn’t want to torture him anymore, at least not until he was healed, and so I shuffled forwards. Lowering my head, I licked up the underside of his shaft before taking his dick down my throat.

“Link.” He moaned my name on repeat as I sucked him off, rolling his balls and teasing over his rim with my fingers. I knew he was close to the edge because his legs were already beginning to shake, and I moaned around his dick before taking him almost all the way out, curling my fingers around his shaft as I swiped my tongue over his cockhead.

“Fuck,” he gasped. “Gonna—” His dick jerked, and I dipped forwards, swallowing around his pulsing erection as he unloaded himself down my throat.

When he was done, collapsing back against the wall with his eyes closed, breathing heavily, I straightened up, wiping my mouth before helping him back into his trousers. He was all floppy and out of it, and it was at that point I realised that he’d been severely understating how much the events of tonight had taken from him.