Page 32 of Wrapped in Red

Ezra giggled in the dark. “Yeah, boo. I’m glad you like it.”

His lips brushed my skin, and my dick instantly perked up. It wasn’t like I had a low sex drive; it was normal, or at least I thought it was, but maybe it was him. Maybe Ezra brought it out of me. It made me want to do all kinds of dirty, filthy things I had never thought of before.

“Do you need something from me, baby?”

“Are we boyfriends now?” I whispered. “Because if we’re boyfriends, we’re exclusive boyfriends. I don’t share, Ez. Not with anyone. That means I’m yours, you’re mine, and there’s no one else.”

He climbed up and straddled my waist. “I’m yours, CC.” His hands slid up into my hair.

“Mine.”

“I think we just established that, baby.”

I gripped Ezra’s hips with my hands. “No more Seth.”

“Carson, he’s just a friend. I’ve never slept with Seth. Not even once, so you don’t have anything to be jealous about.” Realization must have hit him. “I have to make money.”

I stared up at him in the dark, the moonlight hitting his face. “Let me take care of you.” I felt his body stiffen the moment the words slipped from my mouth.

“No.” Ezra shook his head. “I can’t let you do that. I’m not some kept man or some househusband.”

I gritted my teeth as he moved back onto the mattress. I couldn’t tell him to stop filming even if I hated it.

“I can’t be with you if you continue to have sex with other people on camera, Ez. Solo stuff is fine, but collaborations, that’s a deal breaker.”

“I make more money that way.”

“Are you for real right now? I don’t...this...fuck.” I yanked back the blanket and climbed from the bed. “I can’t talk about this with you because it makes me all crazy.”

I could feel Ezra’s eyes following me as I moved around the room. When I glanced over my shoulder, he was sitting up in bed, his face hidden in the darkness.

“Do you or do you not want to be with me?”

A soft sniffle filled the air. “I want to be with you. I just don’t want you to be my sugar daddy. What am I supposed to do with my life, CC? I’ve never thought about it before.”

“That’s a lie, and you know it. You wanted to design clothes. What happened to that dream?”

“It was just a stupid dream. Not everyone gets to achieve their dreams. Some of us end up doing whatever it takes to make ends meet.”

Where was my outgoing, super enthusiastic best friend? This man sounded nothing like him. I walked back to the bed.

“I could help you. Lie back down, princess,” I instructed.

When he did, I climbed back into the bed and wrapped my arms around Ezra’s small body to pull him close.

“I could help you with whatever you wanted. Go to school, achieve those dreams, design clothes, or whatever you wanted to do. You deserve the world.”

Ezra was quiet for so long, I thought maybe he fell asleep. “Okay.”

“Okay?” I brushed the hair from his forehead. “That doesn’t sound very convincing to me.”

He pressed his face into my chest, his fingers clutching my shirt. “I just don’t want you to have to take care of me.”

“I’m always going to take care of you. I wish you had told me about needing to make money, boo, I would have helped,” I assured him, the warmth of his body making me feel things I wasn’t used to. We had spent plenty of nights in bed together. I guess being boyfriends made it different.

“I don’t want to need anyone the way I need you, Carson.”

My breath caught in my throat. “Ezra.”