Chapter 9

Then a very distinct, “Oh, Lawrence. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Hello?”

But I saw no one and nothing, and I managed to convince myself the sounds hadto have come from a neighbor’s house—even if there weren’t any other houses on this side of the hilltop.

Once back inside, I locked up and went to my room. I got undressed and into bed, almost deciding to read one of the few books I’d brought with me, but then discarding the notion when I found myself feeling more tired than I thought. My eyelids felt heavy, my mind unfocused. I turned off the bedside lamp instead and prepared to sleep.

I wasn’t sure how much later, but as I drifted off, I became aware of a hot mouth sucking my cock. The tongue swirled around the tip, then the mouth drew me in deeper, deeper, until it was deep-throating me.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Oh, Dexter, please.”