Page 45 of Look My Way (Bloody Desires #1)

Zavier

Daniel was here. He didn’t touch any of his shit on the porch, but he was here.

Changing the locks may have kept him out of the house but it’ll take more than that to keep him away from Liam.

I don’t mention to my boy about his newly ex placing an air tag on his car earlier.

He didn’t see me parked down the road and standing behind a large sycamore tree in my neighbor’s yard.

I followed him back to the house and snatched it off as soon as he was gone. No one follows my boy but me.

It’d only worry Liam if he knew, so I keep it to myself, acting my usual self and staying upbeat.

He’s been in a better mood these last couple of days and I want it to stay that way.

I can see the relief in his eyes. Wiping sweat from my eyes, I set my tools to the side and stand back to examine my work.

I’ve finished the second box, with one more to go.

They’ll all need a fresh coat of paint, and I bet my carino would love to leave some designs behind to add some more color.

I blink up at the fading sky and look toward the back gate.

Going to the garage, I search for a lock I set in there yesterday and put it on the latch to make it harder for anyone to slip in the back without the key I tuck away in a safe place.

Liam won’t need it for a while. He doesn’t ever use that way to exit, he prefers walking through the whole house.

When I’m back inside, surrounded by the cold air of the kitchen, I strip out of my shirt and kick off my pants. Liam enters behind me, looking devious with his sex-riddled eyes. “The sun and heat look good on you.”

“You think so?” I carry my clothes to the hamper in the laundry room connected to the kitchen.

“I really do. Want to shower with me?”

“Do I ever.” I step in front of him in nothing but my underwear and caress his bare hips peeking out from his too-large joggers.

“Okay. I’ll get the shower ready, then. Don’t track all that grass into my tub.” He wags a finger at me, using his best strength face, and I laugh.

“Did we change places?”

Eyes full of amusement. “Only when you forget to leave the outside where it belongs, Daddy.”

There’s my sweet boy.

Tugging him toward me, I kiss his cheek and rub my dirt-covered hands all over him. He pushes at me, all smiles, and pretending to be upset but failing.

“There. So dirty you now require extra cleaning.”

“I could always be dirtier.” He smirks, sauntering toward the bedroom.

“You could be, and I’ll be there to help you with that soon.”

He hurries off and I check all the doors before looking down at my phone to check on Daniel’s location.

He’s heading to his apartment, the same as yesterday.

Will he sleep there again? I haven’t checked the lake house again, but something deep down is pushing me to.

This thick, heavy, soft sensation. I will tomorrow.

I’ve been away from Liam long enough today as it is, and I have an inkling there’s a message highlighted for me in the doc.

Sure enough, I open my copy of his book and there it is.

My eyes trail each word, excitement and a rush flooding through me.

My naughty boy wants to wake up in the morning, tied up and left completely defenseless for me.

He doesn’t want me to stop when he tells me to, and is asking to be gagged whenever he starts screaming it out loud.

It’s a chance for him to struggle and fight, coming back on top of the world once we’re done.

I can’t wait to take him there. It’s one of those places just for us, like the restaurant and back yard are. The list is growing, and it won’t be long until we claim Daniel’s back seat too.

Liam’s back is to me when I enter the shower, and he’s singing my favorite song while his hands massage shampoo into his hair. Is he cleaning it so I can get that super dirty too?

Only one way to find out. Stepping closer, I rub my nose down his neck, and he shivers. “Daddy.”

“Pequeno. My strong, brave, wonderful boy.”

Preening, he rests his body against mine and I wrap my arms around him, swaying us back and forth as we sing together.

I do smile. So much with him. They were all fake and pathetic efforts before.

It’s all real with him, though, and I finally know what the big deal is.

When it comes to falling in love too, because this has to be what this is, or something close to it.

It’s fast. Too fast. But it’s either right away with me or not at all.

It’s how my brain works. I know I’ll hate something by smelling or being close to it, but with Liam, it was the opposite.

The moment I laid eyes on him I had the feeling he was going to ruin me for anyone else.

I kiss his cheek, running a hand down to his cock, and I stroke him lazily. He stretches his body, rocking forward and moaning. “Daddy,” he whines.

“Yes, carino?”

“Don’t stop touching me.”

“Oh, you never have to worry about that.” I move my fingers faster, my other hand traveling down his back to find his pretty tight hole that’s as sweet as the rest of him.

I’m obsessed with every part of him, being hooked the more I visit the planes of his body.

Lowering myself behind him, I replace my fingers with my tongue and hold on to his thighs as his hips fly forward.

He makes more sexy sounds, struggling to stand still as I drive him crazy with my tongue.

I add a finger, and he slams his hands to the wall, his head falling back.

No, he didn’t need to beg me not to stop touching him, but if he feels like it gives him more of a choice then I’ll keep giving him what he wants when he does.

He shakes and squirms, body locking up as he comes down the drain. I lick him some more and kiss each of his fleshy globes before standing up. I spin him around and he falls against me, body slack and smiling into my shoulder.

“I think . . .” He pauses. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

“Then we can be here to catch each other, because I’m pretty sure I’m already there.”

His face burrows into my skin and his arms fall around me, nails digging into my skin.

Yes, leave your marks, so you can see that I’m yours to hurt and cover in scars I’m happy to carry around with me.

He marks me where my uncle cut me with a razor.

His nails break skin where my dad laid the flame of his lighter to my skin.

He’s replacing those memories, my old pain, while doing the same for himself.

He’s so strong. He could damage me as much as I could him, and he’s looking down, touching my bloody skin while his lips turn up.

“You can handle so much too, Daddy.”

“Yes. We both can. All the same things.”

Licking at his fingers, he looks up at me and sucks on each one. “Ready to go to bed?”

“Our bed?”

“Yes. Our bed.”

“Okay,” he says sweetly, and I reach behind him to shut off the water.

After wrapping him in a large towel, I help him out of the tub, and we both thoroughly dry off before snuggling under the covers together.

I wake up first in the morning as planned, my heart growing two sizes when I spot the gift he left me on the kitchen windowsill next to the recipe box.

It’s the flower and bee he had on his face at the party.

I don’t touch the top in case it’s still drying, and I leave it where it is while I turn on the espresso machine.

I fix myself an iced coffee and walk to the living room to look out the window.

I’m about to walk away when I see a car slowly drive by.

It’s a cop car. It passes the house again, and my teeth squeeze so hard together I think they’ll crack at any minute.

Yeah, I’ll be paying him a visit tonight.

I’ll wait until my boy is sound asleep to slip out, and I’ll be back before he notices without a trace of evidence of his dead ex on me.

I cover the window back up and set my cup in the sink.

It takes a good minute for me to calm down, and when I do, I search out the cuffs I took from Daniel’s unlocked vehicle yesterday.

Looking to where my carino waits for me, I slowly move that way and sing “Smile” in a low tone, going quiet once I’m back in the room. Our room.