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to explode. Call me greedy, but I don’t give a fuck. She wanted it, and she’ll get it after she sucks me up again. “You gonna swallow?” My voice is gruff as I try to hold back for another minute. She looks at me, and with the moonlight through the window illuminating her face, arches her brow. Of course, she’ll swallow. This is Marisol Rivera.
    She adjusts herself on her knees and takes the base of my cock in one hand while the other caresses my balls with just enough pressure to take me over the edge. I grip her head and hold her to me while I thrust repeatedly before I explode in her mouth. As my thrusts slow, she looks up at me and knows what I want next. So she takes my come in her mouth, and spits a small amount back on the head of my shaft before licking it up again.
    After I’m cleaned and she’s swallowed, I step away and wait for her to stand. Then I walk over and pull her face to me before I kiss her roughly. So hard I’m sure her lips will be bruised in the morning, but right now, I just don’t give a shit.

    I get home at three a.m., still feeling restless, even after my night with Mari. I should be as drained as she was when I walked out, but my body’s set on a different clock. After years of watching my back in the dark, I stay awake when the suns down. A decent night’s sleep is something foreign to me. If I’ve ever had one, I don’t remember it. I’ll take a nap when the sun rises.
    Standing on my front steps, I look up at the moon and flex my fingers over and over while my heart beats against my ribs. Why the hell am I this fucking hyped up? I didn’t have a bad run or have to handle some shit ass slinger like a few weeks ago, but I feel like I just fought in the ring and I’m ready for round two.
    “It’s about damn time. My ass has gone to sleep.”
    With an ingrained instinct, I swiftly cock my gun and direct it toward the intruder in the shadows. Now I know something is not right with me. Usually I’d know there was someone sitting on my porch. Mistakes like this one can’t happen in my line of work. It could cost me my life.
    I squint my eyes in the direction of the voice that scratches at my memory. “You have until the count of three to reveal yourself before I pull the fuckin’ trigger. One.”
    “Hold up, Scarface.” The figure steps closer until he’s in the moonlight five feet away from my gun. “Now will you put that damn thing away? You could put your eye out with it.”
    Surprise and suspicion war when I finally recognize the person in front of me. Parker Hyde AKA Hyde is the last person I ever expected to see again. The last time I saw him was before I left The Reform, or Hell as the young delinquents called it. He came in when I was nineteen. He was quiet and stayed to himself. If you ask me, he didn’t belong there. I stuck up for him a few times since I had been there for two years and most knew to keep their distance. The law says he’s a felon like myself, but I don’t see it in him. Never had. Even now- with his clean haircut and clothes that make him look like an Abercrombie poster boy. Plaid button downs aren’t my thing and neither are khakis. But he’s always been able to conform to any environment or situation and eventually held his own. “Hyde?” Shaking my head, I hesitantly put my gun away. “What the fuck are you doing here, and how the hell did you find me?”
    He only shrugs and keeps his eyes on mine. “You know who sent me, dumbass. The why is because rumor has it Polesky is in town, and they think you may need me.”
    Pissed off, agitated, and excited, I pull my hair before I have a chance to punch my door. I’d love to face off one on one, but he always has his thugs do his dirty work. He’s nothing but an exaggerated pussy. I’ve been waiting for him to come on my fucking turf, but I know he’s bringing his posse to showoff and protect his ass. I also know there’s going to be trouble. Now I have another person to watch out