Page 128 of Fragments

“You know I wanted you from the moment I saw you,” he whispers, easing in closer until his lips brush mine.

And before I can even try to wiggle my way out of this, or think of what to say… he’s kissing me.

Dashis fuckingkissingme.

But this isn’t Dash… I mean, itis, but not really.God, I’m lost.

And his lips are really soft.

I gasp a jagged moan into his mouth, instantly subdued by the way he’s taking over my mouth. I don’t know that this is how Dash would kiss… It’s much more dominant; almost aggressive, but also tender and cherishing.

Not that I’ve thought about kissing Dash before. He’s my friend and this is… odd. I won’t say he isn’t attractive, because heisthe kind of beautiful that takes your breath away, whether you want it to or not. But still, we’re supposed to be friends…

Why am I hooking up with all my friends now?? Jesus, I’m on a rampage!

I know for afactI should be stopping this, but there’s something about it that has me falling… panting and squirming and sweating like I’m in a fever dream.

I’m not Luthor… I’m Dash.

And he’s the officer who wants me.

One of my hands slips free from his hold, gliding down shakily to cup his jaw. Our mouths are moving in tandem, sucking and nipping, tongues pushing together to feather and flick. It feels good… It feelsreallyfucking good, actually. As is confirmed when he grinds his crotch between my legs, his hard dick grazing mine through our clothes.

“Fuck…” I whimper into his mouth.

“My sweet Dascha Luscious.” He groans praises that make me weak, sucking and biting my mouth numb while my pulse pounds like a bass drum in my skull.

I need to stop this… He doesn’t know what he’s doing. It’s not right.

Just a few more seconds… and we’ll stop.

“Fuck, this is so good,” he growls into my mouth.

My head is spinning. This is the strangest makeout session ever, but it’s blowing my mind right now.

Dash releases my hand, gripping my chest while he writhes into me. Without even noticing, my hands slide down to cup his ass.

And then something changes. He mewls, this sexy raspy little noise, instantly shivering against my body. In the blink of an eye, he’s suddenly much softer,needier.

“Mmmff,” he groans. “Fuck me, Officer.”

Now, I’m Officer?? What on earth??

“Dash…?” I mumble, pulling our lips apart.

We’re both panting like crazy, and he’s looking down at me, resembling himself again. But I still don’t think it’smehe’s seeing.

He lets out a sated purr and nestles up on top of me, his head tucking into the crook of my neck. “You’re always sowarm…”

My fingers absentmindedly trail down his back.Who does he think I am right now?

Whoever it is, he clearly has strong feelings for this person. And the other version of him has strong feelings in return.

As batshit loco as this whole experience is, I can’t help feeling a pang of jealousy… I’m actuallyjealousof this strange relationship Dash is having with himself.

I do miss the feeling of being held and cherished like the most valuable treasure in the world. Being pinned down and comforted and cared for, while also being needed, above all else.

A few minutes of calming breaths later, Dash is passed out on my chest, leaving a puddle of drool on me. Smiling fondly, I carefully move him and slip out of his bed. I cover him with a blanket, admiring the perfect lines of his face. He looks sopeacefulright now. Much more than he was before that bizarre interaction started.