Chapter 41

• He glared at Ruby, who had now put on her shorts, and was visibly flushed, either from embarrassment or from being sucked on by Roth. Tristan could not figure out whether he hated her or wanted to be her more.
• He left the kitchen without another word. Once safely back to his room, he allowed himself to cry and feel all the things he could never tell anyone. Roth kept crushing his heart without even meaning to do so. He closed his eyes and went to his happy place; thoughts of Roth and himself. Roth’s tongue exploring his manhood, Roth’s lips around his cock, sucking the soul out of him, Roth’s strong grip on his body, Roth’s touch.
• Without even realizing it, Tristan’s hand slipped into his pajama pants. As expected, he was rock hard. Just the mere thought of Roth turned him on like nothing else. He pulled his cock out of his pants and began stroking it with Roth’s thoughts filled in his head.