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I can’t give that thought any more attention as my orgasm seizes control, barreling through my body with such force that it leaves me lightheaded. My cock jerks, shooting ropes of cum between us. Thorn rises slightly, just enough to watch it happen, licking his lips as what feels like buckets of cum flow out of me.

Then he’s on my dick again, licking and gently sucking me through my climax. His moans as he eats my cum twist me up inside. I feel unbelievably gorgeous. Desirable. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt during sex.

Thorn moves up my body, straddling me as he strokes his heavy cock. I know what he’s doing, and I’m definitely excited. I open my mouth and stick my tongue out in anticipation.

Thorn gazes down at me, his eyes lusty and heated, his lipsfull and pink. As the first shot of cum hits my tongue, he moans, “Kyson.”

My cock jerks at the sound of my name on his lips like that. I swallow every drop he gives me, lifting my head to lick the tip as he shivers. He tastes sweet and mild—definitely addictive.

Eventually he smiles, exhaling deeply as he lies down beside me, pulling me close. “Happy birthday, sweet Kyson.”

Happy birthday, indeed.

Chapter 3

THORN

“I should go,” Kyson whispers, his face buried against my chest.

“Go where?”

“Uh, home.” He pushes away from me. All the sexy afterglow energy we were just feeling is gone, replaced by a nervous man who clearly wants to get away from me.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“You?” Kyson chuckles, pushing his glasses up his nose. “No. You’re perfect and everything I wanted for tonight.”

“Then why the rush?”

Kyson releases a shaky breath, his hand petting my chest under my shirt. “There’s no reason to stay, is there?”

I study his face, trying to get a sense of his emotions, but there’s a wall there that wasn’t present before. “I mean, I won’t make you stay, but I’m not in a hurry to go anywhere. We could get a drink or something.”

Kyson smiles, but the wall is still firmly intact. “I appreciate how nice you’re being. I do. Honestly, I still can’t believe someone like you…” He shrugs. “Anyway, thanks for being a dream come true.”

I release him and watch as he climbs off the couch andadjusts his clothes. After he tucks his shirt in, he focuses on me. He kneels, placing his hands on my cheeks, before pressing a kiss to my lips. I chase the kiss as he breaks it, but Kyson doesn’t linger.

“Bye, Thorn.”

“Bye.”

My eyes follow his movements as he hurries down the stairs and away from me. Once he’s gone, it’s like a dark cloud takes his place. Nothing feels the same as it did before I met him.

I’m on my feet and peering over the edge of the building just in time to see Kyson look up at me before he slips inside a taxi. Once he’s gone, I turn around slowly, turning my reaction to him over in my mind.

I don’t get it. This is my ideal scenario. Find a cute boy, get off, and he leaves before things get weird. I hate clingers, and it’s a problem I have way too often. I should be happy that Kyson saw himself out, but I guess I wasn’t done with him yet.

Well, that’s easy enough to solve. I’ll just stalk him. I mean, find him. There’s no way he wouldn’t want to go another round with me, and after seeing what he’s got between his legs, I’m definitely craving a little more time with him.

His taste still coats my tongue, sweet and fruity. Mortals don’t taste like that—not in my experience, and I’ve had plenty. Yeah, no, I’m not done with Kyson James.

I walk back home with my thoughts still fixated on the man I met, but it doesn’t stop me from picking up on the distressed voice of a woman in the apartment building to my left. The muffled voices become clearer the closer I get: an angry man, a frightened woman, a crying child.

I turn and focus on the building, zeroing in on the exact location before scaling the wall to the tenth floor. Perched on the window ledge, I peer inside. Oh hell no. A woman cowers on the couch, rocking her child as a man slams his fist into the wall above her head. Dude. Not on my watch.

I tug the window open, snapping the lock in the process, and climb inside. No one has noticed me yet, but they will soon enough. The man lifts his fist as if he plans to hit her, but I grip his shoulder, squeezing until he drops to his knees.

He swings his head around. “Who the fuck are you?”