“You going to the Masquerade?”
“Do I have a choice?” he jokes, not peering up at Tris at all. Normal KJ, that’s for sure. My brother is the living definition of nerd. It’s hot though, knowing how fucking smart he is compared to me.
“No, probably not. You’re a Grim, after all,” Tris replies. KJ looks up with confusion. And I nearly smack him. Unlike me, Kenji isn’t ingrained into the Society or the Reapers like I am. He’s been saved from it, because I make it so.
“He’s coming with me,” I interrupt, before Kenji asks too many questions.
“I am?” His stare is filled with confusion, hope, pride. Yeah, seeing him in a suit will be hot as fuck. Stop thinking about him like that. Keeping my distance would be impossible. Especially now. I’ve had more than one taste. Giving that up seems impossible.
“You are. It’s about time you hang out with me again,” I mention, swallowing the large lump in my throat. “Don’t you think?” He smiles at me, red tinting his cheeks. That color, it’s so innocent and bright, offering me hope that shouldn’t exist.
“Well, I’ll meet you guys there. Seems I’ve got someone to ask.”
“Later, Tris.”
“Bye, T,” KJ offers. He peers at me as Tris leaves, and I shake my head, knowing if I stay, I’ll find myself sinking into my brother again, and it can’t happen. So, before Tris is too far down the hall, I chase him, no shirt and all. Needing a fucking distraction.
Chapter Eight
Atlas
The ball is tonight, and I’m not anywhere near excited for it. But that’s why I find myself at the hoops with Kenji, where I used to practice before Rusty invaded my happy bubble.
My feet connect with the pavement as I pivot opposite of Kenji. He’s not as rushed to win as me, he never is, but it’s so hot when our bodies are this close, out in the open, where we can’t touch like lovers. We sweat, both our shirts drenched as I run to shoot a basket.
As soon as I get to the line, I rise, pushing my feet, and follow through with my wrist, not realizing he was there. He blocks the shot and laughs at my shocked expression.
“Been practicing defense,” he muses, dribbling the ball. He looks so fucking hot with his hair plastered to his face in every which way as he uses the ball like he has nothing better to do. I’m suddenly feeling my dick go half-mast. This never happens. Ever.
The game is my focus place, but with my twin and his fuck-me eyes and lip bites, I’m near ready to take him to the public bathrooms and fuck him senseless.
“What, hard for your brother?” he snickers as I growl. Flipping him the bird, I slap the ball from his hands, heading to the hoop again. He laughs, chasing after me. It’s intense when my heart races in tandem with my dick. He gives me so much to push for.
I finally make a basket after he stops, hands on his hips, and bends in half. Fuck, his ass looks spectacular in shorts. Stop. Stop. Stop.
“Again,” I hiss, trying to calm my body. “You didn’t even follow through.”
He nods, still bent, and I walk to him. And the fucker rotates his ass at me, purposefully. Looking around us, not seeing a single person, I grind into his ass, unable to help myself. My cock nestles between his cheeks, and I’m beyond stiff.
“You’re a distraction, Kenji. A fucking delicious distraction.”
He lifts, turning to me. The lilt of his lips has me narrowing my eyes. “Guess the wrong head is guiding you, brother.”
“Fuck you,” I grunt, knowing he’s right.
“I’m ready, are you? Pretty sure that beast is ten seconds away from eating me.” He points to my very hard—very visible—erection.
“Maybe it wants you to eat it,” I offer, swaying my hips. What the fuck are you doing, Atlas? My cock jerks, momentarily shutting my mind up. “He’s so lonely.” His eyes darken, going from lavender to a dark violet.
Violent.
Desperate.
Starved.
He lowers to his knees without preamble, and I’m about to stop him when he pulls down my shorts, freeing my stiff dick but leaving them over my ass. I’m hot in his palm as he rubs me up and down.
“So fucking hot,” he praises. “Love these.” He rubs a fingertip across my ladder, teasing me at every one.
“Don’t be a tease. You’ve already broken my concentration. May as well break some laws too and suck my cock.”
“Fuck, Atlas.” Whenever he says my name like this, gritty, deep, rough, it’s pure sex. It’s the biggest invitation to take and take and take. He’d let me too—he’s such a slut for my cock.
He takes me in one pull, sucking me fast and hard. He’s a few pumps in when I hear something behind me.
“Off,” I hiss. His eyes connect with mine. and he silently tucks me away. My heart jackhammers in my rib cage, hurting from the fierceness of it. First Tris, and now, whoever the fuck else is behind me.
“Hey, guys!” Fucking Rusty belts out as KJ pretends to tie his shoes. His face is flushed, crimson and ripe. It could be from us working out, but I know it’s from having my dick down his throat as if it’s his midday snack.
“Hey, Rust,” Kenji says unenthusiastically as I grip the basketball to death. It indents from my fingertips, but fuck, if I had a knife, I’d stab it over and over, pretending it was the fucker behind me. He only reminds me that while I’ve distracted myself with my twin, I’ve lost my mission to make this fucker bleed.
KJ rounds me, giving attention to the fucker that has five days more of life. KJ may think it’s over, but it’s far from it. He’ll be dead
