Hunt Me! I Crave the Chase (Spooky Boys #3)

So

Me

?????

Blair

Remember how I asked for your help with a shipment? Well it came early.

Me

oh shit

Blair

I won’t make you watch Dracula ever again if you can help me pick it up.

Me

I like Dracula

Blair

I know, fuck. I don’t have many bargaining chips, okay?

Me

I’ll help. Of course I’ll help. Don’t take Bella Lugosi away from me. I already said I would.

Blair

I love you

have I told you that I love you?

Because I love you.

best brother ever.

Blair’s SOS came at the worst time possible. Because I’d been three fingers deep in my own ass and five minutes from hopping on the silicone dick I’d ordered online. It’d been taunting me. Sitting in my nightstand, hidden away—out of sight, but not out of mind.

Especially after Mutt had practically made out with my asshole—I just…yeah. I couldn’t get the idea of getting fucked for real out of my head. Which was…weird. I’d never been attracted to the idea before. Never looked at a guy and thought, Oh yeah, I wanna ride that dick.

But with Mutt, thoughts like that were only the tip of the iceberg.

And he was going slow, and part of me could only guess it was because of my own inexperience. Maybe he could smell it on me like he could smell my emotions—or hear it in my heartbeat, like he read my lies. Or maybe it was because he’d never done this either. He hadn’t outright admitted to being a virgin, but he had made it clear our first time together that he’d never been anywhere near another man’s ass before.

Either way—I was gonna be ready.

I was gonna be so fucking ready, and when we finally got to that point—because lets be honest, after the second time we’d had sex, I’d accepted it was only inevitable—I wanted to be a goddamn pro.

Therefore: dildo, ass, alone time.

I probably shouldn’t have checked my phone, but old habits die hard.

Ever since the day I’d come home and found Blair missing, and received nothing but radio silence from Blair to indicate he was okay, I’d become hardwired to react to the ping of text tones like they were goddamn tornado warnings.

For so long I’d waited for him to text me.