Page 84 of Dark Little Game

“We’re in here, Wes,” Hunter suddenly calls out loudly, and at the same time, he puts his palm against my softening cock.

I swat his hand away.

And he puts it back a moment later.

I’m hit with adrenaline and I scowl at him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I whisper to him.

Hunter stands up, watching me as I tuck my cock back in and pull up my sweatpants, right before Wes walks in.

“Yo,” Weston says as he loops around the open passageway, leaning on the wood of the arch.

Weston looks at me.

Then at Hunter.

Then back at me.

“Hey,” I say to him, and I feel like I should saysomething more but right now, I forget how the English language works.

My heart’s like a war drum inside me.

I feel like Weston can smell the sex on us. Like he must be able to tell, just from looking, every lurid, terrible detail of what I just did to his brother.

“What’s up?” Weston says, still looking between us like he’s missing something.

Not much.

My cock’s still slick with your brother’s spit.

My cum is still in his throat.

I swallow hard, still trying to remember how to speak to the person who is usually the easiest for me to talk to.

“Just chilling,” I finally say.

He pauses for a second, then nods once.

“Well. The food is ready,” he says, glaring at Hunter before walking away.

Hunter chews on his lower lip as Weston walks off. I feel like I just dodged a thousand bullets, and I don’t know whether I want to sock Hunter in the face for calling Wes into here or thank the skies above that he didn’t ask any more questions.

He might ask them later, but that’s a problem forfutureme to deal with.

My heart leaps in my chest as Hunter moves in close to me again.

For a moment I think he might be about to choke me out. Threaten me. Warn me about some fucked-up thing.

But instead, he leans in and presses a soft kiss to my lips.

He’s so gentle. So warm and soft that it almost feels like he's someone else.

Like he’s someonekind.

Someone who could care about me, or care about anyone.

“Why did you have to do that?” I whisper as he pulls away from my lips. “Do youwantyour brother to hate both of us for the rest of his life? Because you know that’s what will happen if he ever finds out.”