Page 134 of Boys Who Hunt
I immediately step in front of Max to protect him. “Fucking try, I dare you.”
Heath snorts. “So courageous, defending your boyfriend. It’s cute.”
“He’s not my boyf—”
“Then what is he if not the boy you just kissed like you were madly in love and wanted to fuck his brains out?” He pauses before adding, “Youlovehim.”
A blush creeps onto my cheeks.
“You … do?” Max mutters behind me.
Heath snorts, contempt dancing in his eyes. “It’s obvious, and I feel so stupid not to have noticed it sooner that he wasn’t the only one falling.”
Max’s fingers find mine in the dark, and I swallow back the nerves.
“Why do you even care?” I ask.
He frowns and places the gun down on the couch armrest. “Why do I care?” he repeats, leaning forward while gripping the armrests. “Because you stole something from me that wasn’t yours to take.”
My teeth grind together. “I’m already paying for that dearly.”
“No,” he says through gritted teeth.
What is he talking about? I already gave them my body in exchange for the money I stole. What more could he want?
“You two want each other so badly? Then have at it.” He looks Max dead in the eyes. “Kiss. Her.”
Max swallows and steps out beside me. “Why?”
“Prove it to me. Show me you’re not lying. Show me … what it looks like,” Heath says, licking his lips.
Max tentatively nods at me while all I can do is glare at the gun on the couch.
“Relax, I won’t shoot …” Heath says, tilting his head. “But I can’t promise the guys out there won’t if they find out you were about to steal from them.”
Of course, another veiled threat. What else did I expect?
I sigh and look at Max, searching for answers, but he’s as much bound to them as I am. They use him like they use me. And I don’t want to see him hurt either.
Max grips my face and makes me look at him. “Don’t look at him. Look at me.”
His lips slowly collide with mine, pulling me away from the dangerous eyes watching me from the couch. His lips push mine apart as his tongue laps me up, licking and suckling at my lips to pry out my tongue, so I join him in this dance of sexual tension. And the more he kisses me, the harder it is to resist.
“Kiss me,” he whispers into my lips. “And I’ll make you forget about him just like I have.”
Just like I have? What does he mean?
Still, I kiss him back just as eagerly, roaming around his mouth with my tongue like my life depends on it. His moans suffocate whatever resistance I had left as his hands slip down my chest, fingers grazing past my nipples until they’re taut and desperate for him to touch.
I moan into his mouth, and he hardens against me once more, his kisses becoming more brazen while he grips my breast and squeezes.
His lips disappear down my neckline, and I tug at his waistband to lower his pants.
“Yes, that’s it,” Heath groans. “Make him want you. Desperately. To the point he can’t stand the thought of not being inside you right. Fucking. Now.”
I pull out Max’s hard-on and jerk him off because I must. Because I’m forced. Because … I want to.
I shudder against him, my lips trembling as I pause.