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I did but they were dirty in the sink. I didn't need plates to eat Chinese takeout every night. “Sorry, nothing clean.”
“No problem. We'll just eat straight out of the pan. Just don't burn yourself again.” Bryce winked at me and nudged me with his elbow. How could this be the same guy who was just going through withdrawals?
We sat down at the little kitchen table that was covered in unopened mail and junk. I swiped it all away in one stroke, sending the papers flying to the ground. Bryce placed the pan of eggs between us. The first bite tasted dramatically different than any eggs I had ever cooked before. It actually had flavor.
“How did you make this taste so good? Its not like my kitchen is stocked with anything fresh.”
Bryce chuckled. “That's for sure. But you'd be surprised what a difference a few spices could do.”
I didn't even know I had any spices. And didn't care because these eggs were delicious.
“So why do you need to find this drug dealer so badly?” he asked.
“It's my job. It's what I do.”
Bryce scrapped the pan, filling his fork with the last little bit of eggs. “That's it? That's all the information you're going to give me? Are you a secret agent or something?”
“No nothing like that.” I wasn't sure how much I should tell him. He didn't need to know every aspect of my life. “I work for the Murphy brothers. Pretty much doing anything they ask of me.”
“Like kidnapping an addict and making him go clean?”
I smirked at him. This man had a mouth on him. And I liked that. “That was just a bonus. This drug shipment they're looking for is very important.”
Bryce stared off at the ground. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you where my dealer was right away. I was too scared of never being able to get a fix again.”
I leaned forward and put my hand on hiss. There was a sudden jolt between us and the hairs on my arms stuck up. What was this feeling? “Don't worry, you don't need to explain to me. How are you feeling?”
“Like someone drove a tractor around in my head. I still have that urge for a fix but it's fading away. I have it under control now. I realized that I need to live my life.”
The tight shirt showing off his abs was making my cock throb with desire. I couldn't help myself. I gripped his hand and pulled his towards me, pressing my mouth against his. Bryce's lips were soft and tasted sweet.
Bryce pulled away for a moment out of shock but returned with fiery passion. My fingers ran through his silky hair, holding his head in place. My tongue slipped past his lips, feeling around. Bryce moaned and grabbed onto my arms. I couldn't wait much longer. I had to have him. My balls needed to be drained of every last bit of seed.
I broke away from the kiss, my breath finally returning. “Do you want to go to the bedroom?”
Bryce looked back at me with dreamy eyes and he simply nodded. I whisked him off his feet and carried him through the hallway. It was a lot easier than carrying him when he was unconscious and limp.
Nothing could stop me now from taking what was mine.
Bryce
The kiss had surprised me. But deep down it's what I always wanted. I'd been kissed many times before but not like this. This was different. This kiss was what I'd always seen happen in the movies. Was this what my life had become—a movie?
Drug addict saved by a bad guy and falls for him. Sounded like the cheesiest movie ever. But it was my movie.
When Draven asked me to go the bedroom, I knew it was finally time. Time to become a real man. There was no turning back now, Bryce. I couldn't believe it was going to happen.
Draven led me through the halls and I could feel his rippling muscles enveloped around me. He brought me to the bed and kissed me again. His blue eyes drilled into mine. I never wanted him to stop. His lips needed to be stitched to mine.
I tugged at his jeans, pulling him close to the edge of the bed. I bit down on my bottom lip and proceeded to unbuckle his belt. I had done this many times before, but not like this. The bulge in his pants was enormous. I couldn't help but stroke his long shaft, forcing Draven to moan. The throbbing member between my thighs was telling me to go for it.
“I want to feel your lips wrapped around my hard cock.” His words made me ooze even more.
I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down slowly until his black boxer briefs were exposed. His big manliness was only hidden by a thin layer of fabric. “I want to make you feel good,” I breathed, pulling his boxers down.
His humongous cock flung out like a spring, resting on my lips. I reached out with my wet tongue and ran it over his tip. Draven shivered as I ran my tongue down his length until I reached the base. He was so long and thick that he'd barely fit in my mouth.
Draven's fingers combed through my hair. “I can't take anymore teasing, Bryce.”
I smiled and looked into his eyes with desire before shoving his entire cock down my throat. Draven screamed my name, holding tightly onto my head. I stroked his shaft with my free hand while bobbing my head up and down on his meat. He tasted so damn good. I never wanted to stop. The heat between my legs was intense. Draven would have to fuck me soon. I wouldn't be able to go much longer.
Draven pulled his cock out of my mouth before I could stop myself. “Whoa, baby. You need to slow down or I'll come too fast. Your lips feel so fucking good around me but there's something I want more.”
I pulled the red shirt over my head and crawled backwards on the bed. “What do you want?” I asked.
Draven replied with a knowing smile. I could get lost in that smile all day. Draven pulled his shirt over his head and I lost my breath at his chiseled body. Tattoos covered every inch of his arms and chest. All sorts of designs: dragons, guns, and half-naked men. There was so much to look at, it was mesmerizing.
Draven pounced on me, his lips trailing kisses down my neck and bare shoulders to my chest.
I pulled his face up to mine and kissed him again. The passion was immense and overpowering. My brain could barely function. All I could think about was getting fucked by this bad boy. I knew I wouldn't last very long under him. “I can't wait any longer, Draven. I need you inside me now.”
Draven bit my bottom lip while peeling off my jeans. My brand new boxers were just waiting to be removed. Draven tugged on them until they snapped and tore into pieces. Luckily he bought me multiple pairs. Draven threw the pieces off the bed and spread my legs. His finger grazed against my ass. I held my breath in anticipation. This was it.
“You're so ready,” Draven said. He positioned himself behind, his hips touching my cheeks. His tip was knocking at my door and I bucked against him, trying to force him inside. Draven wanted to torture me. He wanted me to beg for it.
“Please...fuck me,” I whispered.
Draven thrust into me, filling me completely with his thick and long cock. The pleasure hit me sharply just like injecting with heroin—but more clean and intense. I'd never felt this way before. No high was better than this.
Draven pounded in and out, our breaths matching each other. Every thrust sent me overboard, my body reeling with ecstasy. I couldn't last any longer.
“I want you to come for me, baby. And scream my name when you do it.”
The passion reached its peak and unleashed like an avalanche. I came hard, screaming Draven's name over and over again. My body bucked beneath him but Draven held me in place while he continued to fuck me senseless. I wanted to feel like this forever. Never stopping, not for a moment.
“You're so big inside me,” I whimpered.
Draven crashed into me over and over. “You have no idea how much you turn me on, Bryce. Every second inside you feels like I'm coming again and again.” I clenched the bed sheets and backed my ass to him, pushing him deeper within me. My voice was gone as I tried to scream from the massive hit of pleasure.
“Will you come with me, baby?” I nodded and focused all my attention on the building pressure between in my cock. It needed to be released.
I let go at the same time, my body quaking from the orgasm. Draven pumped in and out, our pleasure becoming one. We screamed at the top of our lungs, holding onto one another. Did this moment ever have to end?
The ecstasy subsided and Draven fell down on top of me, my chest heaving him up and down. He slowly pulled out and his juices ran out of my ass. The relaxing bliss I felt was like nothing else. I felt like I was glowing.
Draven rolled off and to the side, bringing me over into his arms. I rested my head against his hard chest and listened to his heart beat. A steady drum pounding into my ear.
“That was beyond words,” I was finally able to say.
Draven ran the nails of his fingers around my ear. “That was your first time, wasn't it?”
My whole body became crimson red. I didn't want to make a move. How did he know? I must have been terrible. He was used to guys doing certain things and I just didn't have the experience yet. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. I didn't want to ruin the moment. Was I that bad?”
Draven pulled me up until our eyes met. “Baby, you were incredible. That was the fucking best sex of my life. Your ass was so damn tight it felt like it was choking my cock. In fact we're going to go again. I can't wait another minute without being inside you.”
“Again?” I gulped. My legs were already becoming sore. Could I even come a third time?
Draven made me come two more times before I couldn't handle anymore. My body and mind had hit its limit. But he felt so good inside me. Better than anything else. I could do away with drugs forever if I could feel that big man fucking me every night.
Chapter Six
Draven
Bryce slept with his head on my chest. He breathed softly, his chest expanding against me. I couldn't help but stare at him even though I was so exhausted.
What the fuck just happened? Bryce was better than the thousands of men I'd been with and it was his first time. This guy I actually had a connection with. I wasn't ready to throw him away like all the others. Bryce needed to be fucked regularly and I was ready to give it to him.
I wanted to stay in bed with him all day and fuck him as many times as my cock could handle. But it was almost noon and I needed to get some things squared away before the Murphys sent their dogs after me.
I tried my best to carefully lift Bryce's head without waking him so I could get up. His eyes slowly opened and he purred as he wrapped his arms around me. I wasn't going to get away that easily.
“I have some things I need to get done today. I'll be back before you know it.” I didn't want him to know all the gritty details yet. He'd know soon enough. I just wanted him to enjoy this morning as much as possible. He deserved it after the hell he'd overcome.
I got dressed as quickly as possible. I didn't have any clean clothes but that didn't matter. We'd have plenty of time to buy new stuff while we were on the run. I checked my phone and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that Ian hadn't tried to contact me again.
“What's going on?” Bryce asked, sitting up and tucking the sheets around his waist. His hardness poked through the white sheet and I couldn't help thinking about what it would feel like to have my hard cock inside his ass.
“Nothing is going on, Bryce. Just go back to sleep. You need your rest before I come back and ravage you again.” I thought I could get him to smile but his face remained serious.
“I can hear it in your tone that something's wrong. Tell me. I want to know.”
I couldn't keep it from him anymore. Bryce would need to know soon enough. I took a deep breath in to focus my thoughts. “My boss wants me to bring you in. He wants to interrogate you himself.”
Bryce began to move out of his chair, looking for a door to run for. That was what I was afraid of. Even after our night together, he still thought I was just a bad guy. A guy that would give him up at the first chance he got.
“I'm not going to do it, Bryce. I'd never hand you over to them.” I put my hand on hiss. “We have to go on the run. It's the only way to get out of this alive.”
Bryce settled back in his seat. His clammy hand entangled mine. “But we'll have to look over our shoulders for the rest of our lives.”
I nodded. Living on the run wasn't going to be easy. “Better than being buried six feet under.”
Bryce was scared, his chest expanding and contracting faster. “Where are we going to run to?”
“I don't know all the details yet. But I know that anywhere else is better than here.”
Bryce took one last bite of breakfast and stood up. “What are we waiting for? Let's go right now. I don't even have anything to pack.” He looked so brave standing there, ready to go along with anything I asked.
“I have a few loose ends I need to take care of before we go. I want you to stay here and wait until I come back.”
Bryce shook his head back and forth. “No way. I'm coming with you.”
“The Murphys won't be looking for us yet. I already told Ian this morning that I'm going to bring you in. He won't send his thugs out for us just yet. He has no idea I'm going to betray him.”
Betray. That was a tough word to swallow. Ian and I'd been through so much together. I owed him everything. And now I was going to go against his orders—for Bryce.
“Don't worry. You'll be safe here. I'll only be gone an hour at the most. If I'm not back within two, then you need to leave without me.”
Bryce shook his head again, his brown eyes wide. “I can't leave without you. I won't.” I admired his defiance.
“You'll have to. Get out of town as fast as you can and don't look back,” I replied. “But don't worry, I'll be back. Try to think of some places we can run off to while I'm gone.”
Bryce nodded with tears streaming down his cheek. I wanted to reassure him that everything was going to be all right but I wasn't sure myself. The Murphys had ways of tracking people down. Even with our head start, they could be on us in days. I'd have to be smart about it. But first I needed to get to my stash.
I kissed Bryce passionately one last time. It could be my last. “Don't worry, I'll be back for you. Just promise me you'll run if I don't make it back in time.”
He looked up at me with doubt behind his eyes.
I squeezed his shoulders. “Bryce, promise me.”
He sighed. “I promise.”
I turned and walked out of the door without looking back. My throat choked up. I needed to get back to him as soon as possible. Nothing would stop me.
Bryce
Draven left me and I fell against the door in a crying mess. There was no way I could leave him if he didn't come back. I wasn't as strong as him. I couldn't go on the run by myself.
You're a fucking idiot, Bryce. I wouldn't be in this situation if it wasn't for drugs. I would have never met that bastard Jenkins. And Draven's life wouldn't have gotten ruined too.
But I wouldn't have met Draven if it hadn't been for the drugs. I wiped the tears from my face. No time to be a pussy. Time to man up.
I went to Draven's bedroom and searched the closet for a suitcase. I didn't want to be useless. I could get us a bag packed before Draven came back. That would get us out of here that much quicker. I found an old dusty duffel bag deep down under a pile of dirty clothes.
The bag was a little heavy and I set it on the bed and opened it up. A shotgun sat at the bottom with a collection of loose shells. I'd never seen a real gun before. Never held one in my hands. I pulled out the boomstick and it was heavy in my hands. Felt good. Felt powerful. I could take on the world with this. Draven would probably want to bring it along. I set it to the side on the bed.
I went back to the closet to look for some clothes. Draven had only one white shirt left on a hanger. The man didn't do laundry very often. I folded the shirt and placed
it in the duffel. I scoured the rest of the apartment searching for anything that Draven might want to take with him. His place was just as barren as my heroin den.
A knock at the door startled me. Could Draven be back so soon? I didn't have any way of telling time but it couldn't have been more that twenty minutes since he left. I peeked out from the bedroom, down the hallway and to the front door. Another knock pounded at the door.
“Who is it?” I yelled out.
My heart froze when there was no reply. The front door burst open and two men with black ski masks came rushing in. My screams echoed through the apartment. I shut the bedroom door and ran to the bathroom. I saw the shotgun out of the corner of my eye and grabbed it. The men were already pounding at the bedroom door when I escaped into the bathroom.