Past…

A hand cupping my balls makes me wake with a jolt. When I open my eyes, Cain’s looking down at me, smiling. “Hey, buddy. Long time no see.”

Pushing his hand away, I swing my legs over the bed and sit up. “Where have you been?”

It’s been forty-eight hours since I last saw or heard from him …and today, Mrs. Miller was arrested at school.

At first, I thought it was because of her fondness for fucking students, but whispers started circulating that she’s been charged with Caleb’s murder.

Which doesn’t make any fucking sense. At all.

Cain starts walking around the room, idly touching my things. “Sorry, I’ve been a little busy talking to investigators and planning a double funeral.” He gives me a lopsided smile. “Looks like your stalker skills are getting rusty.” He saunters toward the bed. “I think you liked me better when you couldn’t have me.”

I reach for my cigarettes and light one. “I liked you better when you were honest with me.”

He takes the cigarette from my lips and takes a drag. “What makes you think I’m not being honest with you?”

I snatch it back from him. “Mrs. Miller was arrested today.” He goes for the string on my sweatpants, but I swat his hand away. “Did you hear what I said?”

He drops to his knees before me. “Does that upset you?”

“It doesn’t make me happy. People are saying she was arrested for your brother’s murder.”

He plants a line of open-mouth kisses down my abs. “I know.” My dick stirs as he ventures lower. “Such a shame.” There’s a twinkle in his eye as he looks up at me. “I had no idea she was fucking my brother, too. That would have made for some real kinky shit. Talk about a missed opportunity.”

I bite my lip when he nips my thigh through my sweatpants. “We both know she wasn’t fucking him. And she definitely didn’t kill him.”

My cock twitches when his mouth slides along the outline of my hardening dick. “Are you sure? Because according to Detective Trejo, the DNA on the pair of panties found under his pillow matched hers…and the tarot card came from her deck.” He unties the string to my sweatpants. “They think she crawled into his bed, seduced him, and then when he least expected it…suffocated him with a pillow.”

I raise an eyebrow. “And then mysteriously caused a short circuit that led to a fire?”

He pulls on the elastic and my cock springs out, oblivious to the severity of the conversation.

“I mean, she is a science teacher after all. Not to mention, her husband’s an electrician. I’m sure he taught her a few things.” He kisses my tip and edges back slightly. My balls twitch when I see the string of pre-cum connecting us before he licks it away. “Kind of like how you taught me a few things.”

“Cain.” I wait for him to look at me. “Lie to everyone else, but don’t lie to me.”

He closes his eyes and sighs. “Look, I panicked, okay? The only way to save you was to throw her under the bus in the interrogation room.”

I’m about to point out that he planted her panties and the card underneath Caleb’s pillow before he was ever interrogated, but I’m too caught off guard by his statement.

“Save me? They thought I did it?”

Cain gives me a languid stroke. “I don’t know, but when I mentioned I stayed at your house the night of the fire and you were my alibi, the detective kept grilling me about you.” He plants a line of kisses up and down my shaft. “I know you don’t have a great history with the local police department, and I wanted to protect you…as well as myself. However, the only way to do that was to divert their attention to someone else.”

“Why Mrs. Miller?”

He shrugs. “The police are more likely to think someone’s guilty if they have a track record of doing shady things. Hence why they were looking at you. However, a teacher cheating on her husband with multiple students is way shadier than a teenager with drugs. Don’t you think?”

“There are plenty of corrupt people in this town,” I remind him. “I don’t see why you had to pin it on an innocent woman who gets beat on by her husband.”

Cain scowls. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were in love with her and you’d rather her stay out of jail than me.”

He starts to get up, but I haul him back down. “You know I’m on your side no matter what. I’m just trying to wrap my head around what’s happening.”

Smirking, his eyes drop to my dick. “Me too.” He laps the vein on the underside of my shaft. “I’m sorry about Mrs. Miller, but it was the only way.” He shoves me so I’m lying down. “Let me make it up to you.”

My hand goes to his hair, gripping the short strands as he works me slowly, drawing out my pleasure.

Cain might be wrong for what he did, but I get it. We’re two sides of the same coin after all. That’s part of the draw between us. No one in the world will get me like he does and vice versa.

Cain throwing Mrs. Miller to the wolves was nothing personal. He needed a fall guy, and unfortunately for her, she was it. Had he told me he was going to murder his abusive father and brother, I’d have steered him toward a different target to pin it on—but that’s not how it played out.

The only thing I can do now is protect the both of us.

“They’re probably gonna want to talk to me at some point,” I say as I watch his head bob up and down. “Mind filling me in on what you said so our stories match?”

He releases me with a wet pop. “I told Detective Trejo, Mrs. Miller was sleeping with Caleb and he became obsessed with her.” He tongues my cockhead. “And when he found out she was sleeping with another student, he lost it and threatened to tell her husband.” He winks. “Thus, giving her motive.”

I look down the length of my body at him. “Did you mention the student’s name?”

“No.” His mouth drops to my balls and I suppress a groan. “But they’re probably going through her phone records as we speak, so prepare yourself to get called in.” His teeth graze my length and I hiss. “Don’t worry, though. I told the detective you and Caleb were friends and he wasn’t mad at you. He was mad at her for being a stupid whore.”

“She’s not a stupid whore. She’s just a person who doesn’t always make the right choices. She’s human.”

So is Cain.

And deep down, no matter how good we think we are…we’re all a little evil inside.

The devil was once an angel. Not the other way around.

“Look, I know you liked her, but Mrs. Miller isn’t the only woman in the world to take your mommy issues out on. There are plenty of other Mrs. Miller’s we can fuck,” he says between long sucks. “But even if there weren’t, you’ll always have me. I’ll take good care of you, Damien.” I roll my hips when the tip of his tongue finds the sensitive spot between my sac and ass. “I’ll stay perched on my pedestal looking down on you. I’ll never ignore you like she did.”

I moan his name as he continues working me to the finish line, the organ in my chest hammering like a drum.

My feelings for Cain aren’t wrong. We both might do shitty things and we’re not good people…but we’re in whatever this thing is together.

Cain’s more than someone I fuck. He’s more than my best friend.

He’s more than my fixation.

He’s the person who was meant to change my life…because he already has.