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I sighed. “We don’t have to⁠—”

“Fuck no,” he cut in, laughing. “I’d love to kick your ass.”

I side-eyed him, ready to tell him off when something caught the corner of my eye, and I looked ahead.

“What the fuck?” I stopped and placed my hand on Nacio’s chest to make him do the same after seeing the cop car parked in front of our house.

Great. Fucking great.

7

SANTIAGO

With one hand still on Nacio’s chest, keeping him put, my nerves kicked in after seeing the police car. Were they here for me? Had I violated my parole already? Cold sweat broke out across my skin, and I was thinking about running, when⁠—

“Relax.” Nacio pushed my hand away and continued walking. “It’s probably just Gabe.”

“What?” I frowned.

“Gabriel, Dolores’s son?”

“I know who he is,” I grunted under my breath after Nacio already sprinted ahead.

Dolores was our next-door neighbor. A nice lady who treated us as family after our mom passed away. Her son, Gabriel, only two years older than me, became a cop while I was locked up. To say I wasn’t keen on seeing him would be an understatement. In fact, I’d been avoiding him since I got out.

With a grunt, I moved my ass and walked toward them.

“¡Hola, mi amor!” Dolores said as I joined them by our front gate, making Gabriel turn around and face me.

Fuck.

“Hey,” I said back, trying to ignore her son’s piercing gaze.

“Are you hungry? I cooked dinner.” She turned to look at my brother and squeezed his cheek. “This one already said he’d join.”

Although Dolores was Mexican and her Spanish was slightly different from my mamá’s, I still loved hearing her speak. It made me nostalgic for the days before Mamá got sick. Days in which our house was colored with the sound of her voice.

“You know I’d do anything for your tostadas,” my brother said, cutting into my memories while practically drooling.

“You should join⁠—”

“I’m actually beat,” I said, cutting off Gabriel. “So I’ll pass, but thanks.”

I’d rather starve than sit around the table with him.

“Anyway, have a good night. And you—” I pointed at Nacio. “—be polite and clean up once you’re done.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he murmured, clearly not hearing a word I’d just said, but whatever.

Taking my leave, I went inside the house and headed straight to the shower. It had been one long-ass day, and I couldn’t wait to wash it off. After stripping naked, I got under the running water that was hot for a change and closed my eyes. With one hand pushed against the shower wall, I took a deep breath, my body slowly relaxing as I exhaled the air.

If I put Nacio’s bullshit aside, today was actually a good day, as I got to spend most of it with Ariyan. Amber eyes and smooth skin filled my mind, and I bit my lip, remembering the way his body pressed against mine on that sexy red bike of his and how good his waist felt in my grip. He was so slim I could wrap my hands around him, and yet, he wasn’t fragile; if anything, his body felt strong, powerful, with muscles I wanted to lick all over.

Opening my eyes, I looked down at my now fully hard cock. Wrapping my fingers around it, I slowly moved them up and down in slow strokes, all while thinking of Ariyan’s pink lips, with the small scar cutting into the upper one.

My dick twitched in my fist, and I gripped it harder, squeezing the tip until a low growl escaped me. Shit. What I wouldn’t give to fuck him, even just once, and to have my dick balls-deep inside his sexy ass. Thrusting into my fist, I imagined it was Ariyan’s tight hole I was fucking into, the thought making my balls grow tight. The small shower quickly filled with the sounds of my grunts as I continued to rub myself at a faster pace, Ariyan’s face not leaving my mind the entire time. My hips bucked instinctively, needing more⁠—

“F-fuck,” I grunted, stroking myself harder until the friction was painful. My cock throbbed, and my breath hitched at how hard I was. Basically dripping at this stage, I pumped myself faster until my muscles turned rigid and my hips lost their rhythm. A second later, a low curse fell past my lips as I burst in my fist, hot cum spilling into my hand while I continued stroking myself throughout my release, imagining it was Ariyan’s hole taking it all.