Miscreants: Next Generation (Badlands 8)

“What would me being mad change?”

He silently toyed with the ends of my hair.

“This was all part of your plan, right? So was Travis.”

“I didn’t know she was going to leave Zane, that Venom dude, and go back home. I ran into her on a run a few months ago. We’ve been in touch since.”

“And she didn’t tell anyone?”

“Addy knows not to reveal all the cards she holds.”

I had a feeling he felt the same. Were all faction leaders like this? No. I don’t think things were that simple.

“How much did you know?”

“I knew everything, down to you meeting at the pens. That’s why I planted Travis.”

I sighed softly. Our plan was a bust long before we implemented it.

“Of course, I expected you to make it further than you did. He was going to take you to a rendezvous point.”

Satanas. The more he revealed, the more embarrassing this got.

“And then what?”

“I was going to use Dawn as your stand-in and kill her off. Let rumors spread that you were dead before moving to our new place.”

I moved back slightly, gaping up at him. “What kind of crazy plan is that? Why would you want everyone thinking I was dead?”

“Isn’t that obvious? No one would ever try to take you away from me.”

“Mal.” I rested my forehead on his chest. There was no reasoning with him. Inside the chaotic thing he called a mind, this was a perfectly logical thing to do.

“I thought you and Dawn…”

“Amo and your sister fucked Dawn. She was never anything to me but what a walking corpse. She believed she mattered.”

Wow. That was harsh.

“While on the subject of meaningless bitches, I’ve never fucked anyone other than you.”

“What?” I pulled away from him, needing to see his whole face. “There’s no way. I heard…stuff. And the first time we…”

“You heard a mix of lies and small truths. I have used myself to gain what I wanted, but a dick in someone’s mouth goes a long way.”

I scowled at that. He kept talking, undeterred.

“I get it. I fucked you so good you couldn’t fathom that it was my first time.”

Now he sounded way too proud. I couldn’t be mad either. It was empowering to know that this gorgeous, crazy man was solely mine—and always had been. I leaned forward, careful not to put any pressure on his chest, and kissed him, cutting off what he had been saying. He didn’t show any kind of surprise.

That’s all I intended to do.

I started to pull away, but he tangled a hand in my hair to keep me from escaping and pressed my mouth back to his. His tongue pushed between my lips, deepening the kiss into something carnal. The bristles of his stubble rubbed against me.

He tried to pull my body on top of his. I laughed and finally broke away.

“You’re hurt.”

“My dick isn’t.”

I grinned, placing a quick kiss on his soft lips again. Moving to his chest, careful of the wound, I skimmed over his torso to his jeans, popping the button and unzipping them. He helped me slide them and his briefs down. I didn’t remove them completely, just pushed them low enough that I could easily get to his dick. He was hard and watching me closely.

I ran my fingers along his inner thighs, gently teasing his balls, placing a kiss there too.

Keeping eye contact, I gripped him in my hand and began to lower my mouth. His small inhalation would’ve been missed if I wasn’t paying close attention. I hid a smile and began sucking him slowly, running my lips along his length, toying with his double piercing, using the flat side of my tongue.

I moaned appreciatively, encouraged by the tightening of his abs and thighs.

To give my jaw a break, I occasionally stay at the head and used the tip of my tongue, swirling and licking around the corona. Tucking my lips, I moved my head back down, sucking at different angles and adding pressure. Bringing a hand up, I gently teased his balls, alternating with jacking him off and sucking deeper until I couldn’t take any more.

He said my name with a groan, knotting a hand in my hair, guiding me faster, shoving his dick to the back of my throat. I breathed through my mouth and nose, slurping the excess saliva and using it to make him wetter.

He didn’t warn me, but I knew it was going to happen from the way his abs tightened up. I angled his dick inside my mouth so his come went to the back of my throat, allowing his piercing to skim the roof of my mouth. I swallowed every bit of it down. He had a simple taste—a little bit salty, but overall, not too bad.

I eased him out of my mouth, managing to swallow one more time before he pulled my hair and dragged me back up to meet his lips.