Page 29 of Look My Way (Bloody Desires #1)

Zavier

Sitting three houses down from Liam’s house, hidden between two large trees, I refresh the document, my body lighting up when something finally appears. He was home when I first drove by an hour ago, probably winding down and wondering where Daniel is.

The son of bitch is at the lake house again— with his friend.

I stopped by earlier when they both first arrived, watching them enter and not exit for a long time.

When they did, they were looking around and leaning into each other.

Was I wrong? Are they cheating, and it’s just some bed and breakfast type place they go to.

When I stopped by the other night, with only one of them there, I walked around the back and tried to find an open window with no luck. I thought about jimmying the lock, but then a man walking a dog pointed a flashlight my way and I ducked, leaving in my car as soon as he passed.

I’ll be back again in the morning, hoping to catch them when they leave, and sneaking inside as soon as they’re gone.

I don’t have the answers I want and a voice in the back of my head says to keep poking.

That voice is never wrong, and it never leads me anywhere good.

I could have stayed longer but wanted to be back here for when Liam got home.

I didn’t want to miss any message he might send me and leave him waiting longer than he needs to be.

I hate making him wait, and I’d rather not have this thing between us start with him knowing what that’s like. I don’t want him to ever feel that with me. There’s this desperate need in me to always make him feel loved and cherished. Always .

With shaking hands and breath, I read over the section he highlighted. It’s something new, added at the bottom. Nothing from the original text. My body hums in delight when I read exactly what it is.

“Remember what I said yesterday. I want to be knocked out this time. Out cold. Left with an aching body and your cum on my skin in the morning.”

Oh, I remember. I needed him to say it again to be sure it’s what he really wanted, though.

He seemed caught between a place of sleep and wakefulness last night, so it was hard to really take his word for it.

He knows exactly what he’s asking for now, though.

If Daniel shows up, then he does, and I’ll make whatever I do to him look like an accident.

I read over his words two more times and reach into my bag under my seat, pouring out two pills from a bottle, along with a smasher. I drop them into a bag once they’re a powdery consistency and slip out of my car, not dragging my mask over my face until I’m in the back yard.

The door drags open as easily as it usually does and I spot a cup of water on the counter.

The shower is on, and someone’s singing carries down the hall.

Laughing, I pluck the baggy from my pocket and pour the crushed meds into his water, looking down the hall as I do it.

I wander around the kitchen for a bit afterward, looking through the fridge and frowning when half the items have passed their expiration date.

Someone needs groceries. I’ll make a note of that for tomorrow.

I close the fridge, pausing when the shower water shuts off and it goes quiet around me.

Drawers open and close and I start moving again.

That’s my cue to make myself disappear until the coast is clear again.

Taking a look around, I slip into the laundry room, closing the door softly and ducking behind the laundry basket when I hear loud footsteps on the other side of the door.

Liam sings again but I don’t recognize the lyrics.

He isn’t ever going to put out a best-selling record, but his voice is pretty, like him.

It’s soft and pleasant. Standing up, I go to the door and press my ear to it so I can hear him better.

He stops to drink his water, and my pulse pounds in my ears, traveling down to my dick.

Any moment now and I get to be in his bed again. This time without Daniel.

Too bad there won’t be a chance of him waking and seeing who Liam really belongs to.

Not tonight at least. From what I remember, there are two more scenes where they sneak around while his boyfriend is in the same house.

They get more brazen too, wanting to get caught, needing him to really see the truth with his own eyes.

To hear them and have the two of them buried so deep in his mind that it hurts even more when he’s finally all alone.

Liam doesn’t want to admit it yet, but he despises Daniel. When he reads over his book, he’ll see what I’ve seen. As long as I keep showing him that Lex is really him and they’re living the same life.

As soon as I hear his room door close, I stick my head out and preen at the empty glass in the sink.

I heard the water work its way down that tight throat of his with each swallow he took.

I run my finger around the inside of the glass, not getting a single trace of residue. He got it all. Every last bit.

The house goes completely quiet again and I walk around, browsing his movie collection again before stalking down the hall into his office, leaving the light off.

The door was already open, so I didn’t need to make any extra noise.

Taking out my flashlight, I shine my light on the blank stones sitting on the corner of his desk.

He hasn’t painted them yet. I touch over the smooth surface, thinking of all the different things I could ask him to draw for me.

I’d display them all over my apartment, in my car, and everywhere I think others might admire them too.

As I’m walking out of the room, I stop in front of his computer screen.

An email is open and it’s from Rick. He asks about Liam’s book, and his words almost sound threatening, but what he says at the bottom really leaves me burning.

Asshole. He’s a fucking jealous bully. I’ve read Liam’s work.

No way is the quality hurting in any way.

There are some improvements he could make on his latest work, but it’s only the first draft.

My hackles rise when I flip through past emails he’s sent him and forwarded messages that also went to his publishers.

From the sounds of it, he wants to sabotage him.

He’s out to hurt him and I’m not going to let him continue.

I look at a few more and finally shut off the computer after I lose count of how many there are.

Fuck that puto. He won’t get away with this.

The publishers have let him long enough.

It’s a power trip for him, to find someone to belittle.

It’s how he makes himself feel superior. Not anymore.

I burn off as much of my anger as I can by pacing around the office, remembering the guy’s email address and full name. Don’t worry, Liam. He’s about to be one less problem you have.

Looking at my watch, I walk back to the living room and sit on the recliner, watching a couple of episodes of Big Bang Theory before approaching Liam’s room.

The door squeaks open but Liam doesn’t stir.

His body is flat under the covers as he lies sprawled out, naked, with half of him hanging out of the blanket.

So perfect and pretty.

A low sound crawls up his throat and his lips move, not much coming out as his body stays still against the sheets. With my breaths scratching the back of my throat, I move forward and adjust myself in my pants as he comes closer into view.

Fuck, he’s breathtaking. I could do whatever I wanted to him right now.

Anything I want. The sky’s the fucking limit.

There are some things I’d rather him be awake for the first time, though.

I want those pretty blues looking up at me, his skin covered in my marks and completely flushed as he screams my name.

Or something else. We haven’t talked about it yet, and it’s another thing I add to the waiting list.

He lets out a soft sigh, fingers wiggling around his head and legs sprawling. He really is the perfect vision, and if I could spend the rest of my life looking at him, I would—looking at him while setting him free.

The floor creaks from my heavy footsteps and my hand caresses the blanket on the bed as I get closer.

Waves of electricity shoot up my fingers as soon as their tips come into contact with his right hip.

I glide them up and down, creating goose flesh everywhere I touch.

My heart feels as if it’s about to explode at the slow pace I’m moving.

But you should never rush exploring a masterpiece like him.

I press my skin into him, wanting to imprint and have his body always remember me. To have mine engraved in it so whenever I touch him again, it’ll feel like I’m returning home—for both of us.

“So pretty, carino. So strong. So perfect.” I slide off my jacket and drop it to the floor as my knees touch the mattress.

I crawl forward, scenting his armpit, the curve of his neck, and then I shove my nose into the pubic hair right above his cock.

He has this earthy, sweet tone I seek out more of, pushing my nose into the creases of each of his inner thighs.

The tip of his cock glistens and I lick at it, a low hum climbing up my throat as I lap around his head.

I take him halfway into my mouth. working myself up and down.

He barely moves. He’s heaving as his breathing increases.

Little noises work their way out of his throat as I add gentle sucking, bobbing my head and taking him slowly down my throat.

He tastes so damn good. I probably think that every time, but it’s hard not to.

Not much else comes to mind when my taste buds are exploding from any part of him coming in contact with my tongue.

“I want this every day,” I say as if he can hear me. “I want you every day.”