Chapter 65

“You’re too sexy for your own damn good,” August said, kissing his neck, his ear. “My God, and you smell like heaven. Oh, I wanna eat you up.”

“Don’t,” Billy groaned.

“It’s okay, Billy. It’s really okay.” August ran his hand down Billy’s chest, his mouth moving over Billy’s face, kissing and whispering words. “I’ve been watching you all night,” he said, breathlessly, his fingers working Billy’s zipper. “I know you want this. It’s okay. Shh. It’s—”

“No, stop—”

“Come on, Billy, don’t be a baby.” August pinned Billy’s hands up against the wall, pressing the length of his body on him. He kissed Billy’s neck again, but his kiss was hard and almost hurt.

“No,” Billy said, but he couldn’t seem to get out from under August. His arms were so heavy. If August let go, he’d fall. He turned his head to avoid August’s mouth on his lips. He didn’t want this. No. Didn’t. Want. He saw the door opening. Saw the tall dark figure of Xavier moving towards him.