“I can do that.”

  Cree’s head turned so fast toward the doorway, he nearly injured himself.

  Nebraska stood there, twisting his fingers, and looking scared as hell. “I’m good at hacking stuff.”

  Cree wanted to beg him to shut up before he got himself in too deep, but it was too late. He had Archer’s attention.

  “You honestly think you could bypass their system? We’re not talking high school shit where you change your grades.”

  Nebraska nodded. “I know. While I used to break into the school system all the time to mark my fees and lunch as paid, because my dad was a shit parent and I would’ve starved otherwise, I can also break into other things. I hacked the court system and erased my dad’s DUIs and got his license back. He never let me learn how to drive, so I couldn’t risk him not being able to get groceries. When he actually did, that is.”

  “Damn. You actually hacked the courts and didn’t get caught?”

  Nebraska nodded.

  Archer looked Cree’s way. “If he can do that as a teen with no one backing him, I could keep him safe doing smaller things.”

  Cree nodded. Again, it was too late, and it wasn’t his life. If Nebraska wanted to do this, he couldn’t stop him.

  “If you point me toward a laptop, I can get you in.”

  Nebraska’s claim had Archer on his feet. “Let’s go.”

  With a smile—like a kid being complimented—Nebraska headed inside with Archer. Cree took a deep drag from his cigar. Once again, he wouldn’t watch Nebraska make this choice. However… A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth that had nothing to do with his high. Nebraska couldn’t get away from him now. It didn’t matter if Cree wasn’t good enough for Nebraska. Archer would never let him go. They were stuck.

  It took Nebraska less than five minutes to do Archer’s task. Archer looked thrilled. King had praised him, and they started talking about setting up a bank account for Nebraska so he could spoil himself. All Nebraska wanted was to be with Cree. He ducked out the first moment he could. Cree was right where Nebraska had left him.

  Smoke billowed around him the second he stepped outside. “Holy secondhand high. What are you smoking?”

  Cree grabbed his waist and hauled him into his lap. “That was fast.”

  Nebraska shrugged and cuddled against Cree’s huge chest. “I told you I could do it.”

  Cree took a puff from his cigar and touched Nebraska’s chin, urging it up. His lips met Nebraska’s. He blew the smoke into Nebraska’s mouth. Nebraska automatically inhaled. His head immediately spun. His muscles relaxed. Cree did it again. Nebraska didn’t fight. He wanted to let go. His anxiety always ruined things.

  “You know Archer won’t let you go now, right? What you did tonight made you a prisoner of this life.”

  Nebraska nodded. “I know.”

  Cree blew more smoke into Nebraska’s mouth. His skin warmed and his tongue loosened. “Maybe I wanted to trap you. Maybe it’s you who can’t get away now.”

  If he was bothered, Cree didn’t show it. He kept smoking. The smoke billowed around his face, making him look downright evil. “Are you getting inked tonight?”

  Nebraska shook his head. “King is currently getting a unicorn tattoo as we speak.”

  A snort burst from Cree. He snuffed out his cigar and then rearranged Nebraska on his lap, moving Nebraska to straddle him. He held Nebraska’s stare, looking high, and turned on. In fact, his erection couldn’t be missed between them. “I love having you here with me. That’s what I should’ve said earlier. I didn’t mean to make you feel otherwise. You’re the best part of my day.”

  Nebraska tried his ass off, but he couldn’t hide his happiness. He scooted even closer to get a better feel of the impressive erection between them. Nebraska was just high enough to be daring. “Does that mean I can kiss you without you complaining?”

  A huge grin exploded across Cree’s face. “You can do whatever you want to me. I’m game.”

  Nebraska bit his bottom lip. He hated to bring back any chance Cree might deny him, but he needed to be honest. “I’ve never been with anyone. Can you teach me?”

  Cree snagged the back of Nebraska’s head and hauled him forward. Their mouths came together so hard, their teeth bumped. Nebraska moved restlessly against Cree. He had never wanted anything as badly. Before he knew what to expect, Cree’s hand found its way inside Nebraska’s shorts. A gasp escaped Nebraska as Cree’s tight hold surrounded his cock.

  “Oh, God.” It was such a ridiculously small thing, but Nebraska had been primed for Cree’s touch for too long. He leaned his head back and sucked air as Cree’s mouth moved to his neck. The competing sensations had him mesmerized.

  “You have to look at this tattoo you made me—oops. Sorry.”

  King’s interruption barely registered. He didn’t even look toward the door to see if King walked away. Cree never missed a beat in toying with Nebraska’s body. “Tell me how you picture this going. I don’t want to go farther than you want, and I will if you don’t tell me.”

  Nebraska was too horny and high to play coy. “I want to taste your dick. You have no idea how much I want that.”

  A pained-sounding groan escaped Cree. “You plan to be the death of me, don’t you? With that innocent mouth doing dirty things.”

  Nebraska didn’t care about anything but doing all the things he had pictured doing to Cree. He went straight for the button and zipper on Cree’s jeans.

  “Fuck.”

  At Cree’s curse, Nebraska froze. “What’s wrong?”

  A deep, sexy chuckle rumbled from Cree. “That was a good fuck. I don’t think anyone has ever been this eager to suck me.”

  “Oh.” Nebraska wondered if he should be embarrassed. But then his fingers encircled Cree’s cock, and he forgot to be ashamed. He immediately slithered down Cree’s body and licked his crown.

  Cree’s fingers found Nebraska’s hair. Nebraska sucked the tip of Cree’s dick. He tried to be gentle. Nebraska didn’t want to hurt him. He just wanted a taste.

  Cree moaned.

  Encouraged, Nebraska kept going. He couldn’t take much of Cree without choking. That didn’t stop him. He enjoyed the few inches he could reach while still stroking Cree. Nebraska couldn’t imagine Cree getting off only by him licking him, so he kept pumping. Maybe a hand job wasn’t what Cree wanted, but Nebraska wasn’t ready to give up his feast. A hint of salt coated his tongue. Nebraska wanted more.

  “Damn, beautiful. You’re killing me.”

  Nebraska lifted his head. “Do you want me to stop?”

  A bright smile lit Cree’s face. “You really need a lesson in praise. Don’t stop.”

  Nebraska went back to enjoying himself. He decided to ignore anything else Cree said. Nebraska was too turned on and enjoyed himself too much to learn a lesson on praise tonight. He wanted Cree to come in his mouth. The more Nebraska got into it, the more guttural the sounds were coming from Cree. His hips moved, fucking Nebraska’s palm and mouth. It was sexy. Nebraska felt powerful. He had Cree under his spell. Wow. It was so much better than he expected. Cree’s grip tightened on Nebraska’s hair. He didn’t really like that, but his irritation wasn’t enough to make him stop. Cree’s breathing sounded ragged and desperate. Nebraska sucked a little harder. Pumped faster.

  “Oh fuck, baby. I’m about to come. I don’t want to come in your mouth.”

  That was disappointing. Nebraska lifted his head. Cree tugged Nebraska’s hair, forcing him to meet his gaze. He took over, jacking off while Nebraska took in every detail. It didn’t take long before Cree cried out. Cum hit Nebraska’s face. Nebraska automatically closed his eyes so he wouldn’t end up blinded. A moan escaped him without thought as the warm liquid hit his cheek. He licked the bit of cum that hit his lips. With his eyes closed, he savored Cree’s taste. It was everything he dreamed it would be.

  Cree quickly peeled off his shirt and wiped the cum from Nebraska’s face. The last thing he wanted was for any more of his jizz to end up in Nebraska’s mouth. Nebraska didn’t deserve that. He wasn’t like Cree. Nebraska didn’t know the things Cree had done to survive. He deserved someone better than Cree. Someone clean of sin. Cree would not come in his perfect mouth.

  With Nebraska’s face clean, Cree tossed his shirt aside and snagged Nebraska. He stood, bringing Nebraska with him. With a twist, he sat Nebraska on the lounge chair with his back to the door.

  Cree met King’s stare where he stood in the shadows. He had known the guy was there the entire time. Nebraska hadn’t stopped when he had noisily stepped out, and some guys just liked to watch. Cree wasn’t the type to care. In fact, he needed King to see Nebraska belonged to him.

  “My turn.”

  Cree dropped to his knees and easily set Nebraska’s cock free from his workout shorts.

  Nebraska turned openly nervous for the first time. He licked his lips and didn’t meet Cree’s stare head on. “You don’t have to do this.”

  The smile that stretched Cree’s lips felt evil. “I don’t think you realize how long I’ve wanted this.” Nebraska’s gaze finally met his. Cree let him see his lust. “Don’t deny me.”

  Nebraska gave a small nod.

  That was all Cree needed. He dropped his head and swallowed Nebraska’s cock. “Oh, God. You’re way better at this than I am. I can’t do that.”

  Cree didn’t acknowledge the ridiculous statement. He had way more practice, and that wasn’t a good thing. Cree didn’t know how to explain Nebraska’s innocence was way better than his debauchery. Nebraska had done something sweet for him because he wanted to and because he cared. Cree was good because he had to be. Not this time. This time, it was because he loved someone. His eyes burned at the thought. Nebraska ran his fingers through Cree’s hair and scratched his scalp, as if comforting him while he sucked Nebraska’s dick. That had him getting even more emotional. Cree was never in his feelings like this. Being on his knees for Nebraska was different. It was special.

  Nebraska got into it, and Cree’s mind went quiet. His only focus was bringing Nebraska pleasure. He abused his throat. Cree put every ounce of his talent into licking and sucking. Nebraska was wild beneath him. Everything Nebraska did made him feel more desired than he ever had before. Nebraska made him want to be better. He bobbed faster, following the sounds Nebraska made. Nebraska kept stroking his hair and face. Everything about him was so loving. Cree wanted to give him the world.

  Nebraska’s cries and moans got more desperate. Cree kept going. A final loud cry caressed his ears. Hot cum filled his mouth. Cree turned his head and spit. He couldn’t swallow, not even for Nebraska. Cree had too much PTSD. Too many times he had been purposely made to choke on someone’s cum he didn’t want. Still, he kind of hated himself in that moment. He wanted to be someone else. Then Nebraska stroked his face and brought his lips to his. The sweetest kiss he ever experienced rocked his soul. He felt worthy, and it sucker punched him harder than he expected.

  Cree’s arms locked around Nebraska. He held on for dear life as their tongues stroked. This one was his. Archer was right. It was okay for him to have one thing. He would take it.

  Chapter Five

  For hours, they held each other in bed. Their toes played beneath the covers. Cree kept stroking Nebraska’s stomach, making him feel more treasured than he ever had. The moment felt perfect. Each time Cree’s lips found his, Nebraska thought he might cry. He had never known this much happiness.

  Cree’s mouth covered his. This time, things weren’t as sweet. Nebraska’s body stirred. Cree shifted. His huge body found its way between Nebraska’s thighs. Nebraska’s body cradled his as they explored each other’s mouth. They were a quiet passion. Nebraska didn’t know how to explain that. He had just spent so much of his life in panicked turmoil. Cree felt peaceful even when he set Nebraska ablaze. Nebraska didn’t know where things were headed this time. Maybe Cree only wanted to hold him. Nebraska really wanted to get fucked, but he was too shy to say that. His earlier high was gone, so too was his bravery.

  Cree shifted positions again. This time, he trapped Nebraska between his thighs and lowered his weight. When their bodies met, so did their erections. Nebraska gasped at the sensation. Cree’s hips rolled. The friction made him want to beg. Cree’s phone chirped. They froze.

  “Fuck.” Cree moved away to grab his phone. Nebraska knew he couldn’t ignore it. It was his job to be at Archer’s beck and call. “Goddamn it. Archer needs me to handle something.”

  Nebraska wanted to groan and beg him to stay. He equally wanted to know what Archer could possibly need handled at two in the morning. Nebraska knew better than to say any of that. He probably didn’t want to know.

  “Okay. Be careful.”

  Cree leaned in one more time and captured Nebraska’s lips. They clung for a second before Cree moved away to dress. Nebraska listened to him gathering his things in the dark. Even though his body still burned for Cree, it was strangely sweet the way Cree didn’t turn on the light to dress, as if he didn’t want to bother Nebraska.

  “Get some sleep.”

  “Okay.”

  Cree stepped out and Nebraska caught sight of King in the hall. Voices rumbled through the door after Cree closed it, but Nebraska couldn’t make out what was said. He tried closing his eyes, willing himself to sleep. His mind raced too fast. Happiness kept him from relaxing. An hour into waiting for Cree’s return, Nebraska threw in the towel. He climbed from bed and found some pajama pants. King had sleeping pills. That guy had everything, including an obvious addiction. That bothered Nebraska a little. He genuinely liked King. Nebraska’s dad had been an addict. It was an ugly thing Nebraska wanted to leave behind. But King didn’t act like his father had and Nebraska knew from experience he couldn’t change anyone.

  Nebraska padded across the hall. King’s light was on. Since he had left with Cree, Nebraska opened the door without knocking. He froze. So too did King, who had very much not left with Cree. King was shirtless. He had on fishnet stockings and a schoolgirl type plaid skirt that barely covered his ass.

  Nebraska jumped inside the room and closed the door behind him before anyone else came along and saw. “Oh, my God. I’m so sorry. I thought you left with Cree, and I just wanted to grab a sleeping pill. You said I could anytime I needed.”

  King looked like a deer caught in headlights. “Please don’t tell.”

  Nebraska’s shoulders relaxed. “I would never do that, and damn, look at you. You look amazing.”

  He really did. His thick, muscular thighs looked surprisingly sexy in fishnets.

  A small smile touched King’s lips. He still looked uncomfortable. “You can grab whatever you need. You know where I keep everything.”

  Instead of heading for King’s stash, Nebraska moved to the bed and sat. He was fascinated. “Do you do makeup too or just clothes?”

  King didn’t answer. “We’re short-handed right now, so we’re doing most things alone rather than in pairs, like we used to do. That’s why I’m not with Cree.”

  Nebraska stood. He could just forget this. That was obviously what King wanted. “It’s okay. You’re allowed to have secrets. If you ever decide you want to talk, though, I’m here. Judgment free. Just so you know.” Nebraska headed for King’s stash.

  “I do the makeup too. But it’s already late and I can’t really go anywhere with Cree gone, so there’s no point. I just wanted… something tonight.”

  Nebraska nodded. He decided to jump in with both feet since King opened the line of communication. “I’m here, and I’m not the least bit tired. If you want to do your makeup and model outfits, I’d love to watch.”

  A bright smile lit King’s face. “Okay.”

  Nebraska moved back to the bed and sat cross-legged. King got started. He chattered happily as he moved around the room. Nebraska couldn’t stop smiling. King had always made him feel welcome and accepted, while most everyone else had made him feel like a problem to be solved. Nebraska wanted to give back that same gift to King. Plus, he truly was interested in this side of King. He felt like someone’s friend. It had been a long time since he felt that way. Nebraska didn’t want the feeling to end.

  Cree resented every second of having to take care of business in the middle of the night. By the time he made it back home, he felt growly, and he wanted to get back in bed with Nebraska. He hadn’t stopped thinking about leaving his baby behind, warm and hard. Goddamn. He was already addicted.

  Unfortunately, as he opened the bedroom door, the room was already lit with the morning light and Nebraska wasn’t in bed. Cree checked the bathroom. He wasn’t there. Cree had come through the kitchen as he came inside the house, so he knew Nebraska wasn’t there. He stepped back into the hall. King’s bedroom door opened, and Nebraska stepped out. He was only wearing pajama pants and looked every bit as surprised to see Cree as Cree was to see him coming out of King’s room.

  Nebraska’s face lit, as if a light switch had been thrown inside him. “Hey. I didn’t know you were home.” He held up a pill bottle. “I gave up on sleeping to beg King for some sleeping pills. Until tonight, I hadn’t realized how much I can’t sleep when you’re not here.”

  The pressure in Cree’s chest eased. He didn’t honestly think he had a reason to be jealous, but he was. Maybe King’s presence outside earlier had been more about watching Nebraska than he realized. Cree was ridiculously obsessed with Nebraska. It made sense someone else could be too. “You don’t need those. I’m here now.” Cree closed the distance between them and plucked Nebraska off his feet. He tossed Nebraska over his shoulder and headed for bed. The moment they were shut away inside their bedroom, Cree tossed Nebraska on the bed. He followed him down. Nebraska tugged at Cree’s clothes. Their kiss only broke each time an article of clothing disappeared. Before long, Cree had Nebraska back where he wanted him: pinned beneath him with their dicks rubbing against each other. He recognized his kiss was rougher than he wanted. Possessiveness drove him. He felt like he needed to mark his territory.

 

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