Mr. Rothe - Lynn Hagen Page 0,14

load in your ass or all over your face.”

Fitch whimpered.

“Do you swallow, Fitch? Do you like the taste of cum?”

“Yes.”

Oh fuck. I yanked at my balls, hissing as my hand moved faster. I no longer cared if Fitch knew what I was doing. I wanted him to know. Wanted him to realize what he did to me, what I wanted to do to him when, not if, I got him to my penthouse.

That was a done deal. Even if I had to wait a day or a week, Fitch would be under me, writhing and calling out my name. He was now under my skin, and I had to have him.

“Moan for me,” I said. “Moan for me, sweetheart.”

My body was slick with sweat, the sheets crumpled, and I was fucking my fist, fantasizing that it was Fitch’s ass. I was lost in the moment, lost in his voice, the panting sounds that filled my bedroom.

Then Fitch moaned. It was long, salacious, and I damn near jumped out of bed and raced to his house. I wanted him so fucking badly that my teeth ached.

“I want to suck your dick,” Fitch said. “Feed me your dick, Gabe.”

I arched my back and shouted Fitch’s name as I came. My body pulsed with every shot of cum that erupted from the tip. I strangled my cock and my eyes flew open when Fitch cried out my name.

Had he been masturbating, too? Those sensual sounds echoed off my walls, and I wanted them to last the whole night. I floated back down into myself and used the sheet to wipe away the sticky mess that I’d made.

Then I rolled over and smiled. “Good night, Fitch.”

I hung up. It was a dick move, but I wanted to leave Fitch wanting more. Wanting me so badly that he would call me tomorrow and maybe seek me out.

Somehow I knew it was me who would do the seeking.

Chapter Five

Fitch…

I had officially lost my mind. Last night, when Gabe called, I had caught on pretty quickly to what he’d been doing. Those soft moans he’d tried to hide, the way his voice had gone deep, and fuck, I’d fallen right into the trap, getting myself off in the process.

I flip-flopped so hard when it came to Gabriel Rothe that I had no clue what direction I was going in. I wanted him, but I needed to stay as far away from him as possible. My head said one thing, but my cock was saying another.

The guy was clearly mixed up in a life I wanted no part of. No sane person would. He was rich, had clout, knew thugs, and wouldn’t tell me why Deon had canines. His whole persona was a mystery I didn’t need to go poking around in.

“Are you feeling okay this morning?” my mom asked as she set my breakfast plate in front of me. “You’re a bit flushed.”

I needed to find my own place, but in order to do that, I needed a better job. I was tempted to call Emerson and tell my cousin that I would move in with him, tempted as hell, but I knew I would get tired of him after a week.

Emerson was best in small doses.

“I’m fine.” I had to be to work at noon. That gave me something to look forward to, something that would take my mind off of the one man who’d infiltrated my dreams, who was constantly in my thoughts. He was no good for me, out of my league, dangerous.

Cole shadowing me only proved that Gabe’s lifestyle wasn’t for me.

So why in the hell did I want to call off work and catch the bus downtown just to see him? My head hurt at just how conflicted I was.

I ate most of my pancakes and then excused myself, going to my room to take a shower. Once I was dressed, I grabbed my wallet, keys, and phone before heading out the door. Piggly Wiggly was on the other side of the east side, and I had to take a bus to get there. The buses ran on a normal schedule, and I would get there early, but I liked stopping at the gas station and talking with Frank.

He was a nice old guy who was always filled with interesting and funny stories that brightened my day.

I’d made it as far as the bus shelter when I noticed the guy with the greased-back hair across the street. He was leaning against a