Chapter 3

Sometimes I hate his voice. It’s like a drug,

it gets into my veins, and the more he talks, the more I want to

hear. When he’s like this, needy and pleading, he knowsI’m

weak against him, I knowhe knows, and I suspect he’s

playing me just to get his way, but there’s little I can do to

stand strong. What Ritchie wants, he gets. And damnit, but

he’s already figured that out and uses it to his advantage. “You

want a blowjob?” I ask again. He nods, slowly, sadly, and I

surprise us both when I say, “Shit man, why didn’t you just ask

me?”

“I didn’t,” he starts, but whatever else he

might’ve added dries up as my words sink in. “Wait. You want

to?”

Now his intense gaze is on me, seeing me for

the first time, and I try to shrug off the nervous anticipation

that has bloomed in me at the thought of touching him, tasting him,

finally. “I’m just saying…”

“What?” Ritchie asks, trying to pin me down.

“You’d do it?”

Another shrug. What the hell? “Sure,” I tell