Adore (On My Knees Duet Book 2) by James Ella

Author:James, Ella [James, Ella]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Barkley's Books
Published: 2019-11-12T16:00:00+00:00

19

Vance

I don’t know what it’s like to be Luke, but I think it might be like living as a Russian nesting doll. He’s got a lot of layers of protection. When one of the outer layers cracks, there’s a backup layer underneath, but he’s lost something vital in the process. I don’t even know if he knows what’s at the center, so when he loses a bit, he feels real fear. He won’t take the layers apart on his own, ever—because he’s not sure what lies beneath. Or maybe he’s got an idea, but to him, what’s at the center seems bad, wrong.

I think the problem with burying parts of yourself is that the soil never holds. Life and stress, desire and heartache, till the soil, churning until those parts find a way back to the surface.

These aren’t things that he can say. Too much of him is in that center capsule, all locked up. The only way for me to know was to witness the layer sloughing off. Because I did—because luck or fate or God or something brought me over that night—everything after seems different.

It’s the last Thursday in April when he comes over at 6:30 PM with vegan tacos. He grins when he walks into the townhouse living room. His hair looks windblown, and he’s got on jeans, a pink Polo, and Chucks.

“Hey, dude.” I’m on the couch, barefoot in my boxer briefs—all the easier for him to fuck me—but I get up to hug him.

“Shit. I missed this today.”

He hugs me hard. “Yeah,” he says against my cheek, “the college students sucked.”

It makes me laugh to hear him say that. I pull back so I can see his face. “Did they really?”

He gives me a deadpan look. I kiss his cheek. “I think you’re lying.”

He walks me back, then shoves my shoulders lightly as his eyes run over me. “I think you want to be had.”

I laugh, and his teeth catch my throat.

“Mr. Rayne. You’ve been a very bad man.”

I roll with it, because hell yeah, I fucking have been. I’m hard enough to hurt by the time he locks my arms above my head and straddles me on the bed upstairs.

“What should I do to you, Vance?”

“I don’t know.” I’m lying, though. As I say it, I’m lifting my hips, making my erection bob. His hand closes around it. “Bouncing around, are we? Maybe you would like to bounce on something else.”

“Or maybe you would.” I stroke him through his jeans. “I’ve got an idea. Maybe not, though…”

“What?” I ask softly.

There’s this kink club in San Francisco. Years ago, I went there with this girl I know—to whip her.

“I don’t even know if this place is still open.” I unzip his jeans, and his thick cock bobs down and out, straining at his boxer briefs. I work my palm around his head, and he pumps me, too.

“What kind of place?”

“It’s this masked fuck place. Might be way too risky, but you wear hoods. Like, everybody does.

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