Todos os capítulos de Burning Desires: (25 Gay Short Stories) : Capítulo 211 - Capítulo 220

**Chapter 2** The storm slammed into the house like it had a personal grudge. Rain hammered the windows in sheets so heavy it sounded like gravel being thrown against the glass. Thunder cracked overhead every few minutes, rattling the frame of my new bed. I lay there in the dark staring at the ceiling, heart still pounding from dinner and the way Jace had looked at me across that island like he wanted to either punch me or pin me down. I could not decide which one scared me more. I had stripped down to just my boxers after he went upstairs. The air conditioning was too cold but the sheets felt good against my skin. Sleep was not happening. Every time I closed my eyes I saw those dark green eyes and the way his jaw had flexed when he called me a pain in his ass. The words kept looping in my head. Pain in my ass. The way he said it had been low and rough and way too close to something filthy. Lightning flashed and the entire room lit up white for a second. I sat up and reached for m

**Chapter 4** Morning light hit the windows like a hangover I had not earned. Gray and soft after the storm, the kind of light that made everything feel too real. I lay there for a long minute before I even opened my eyes, because the second I moved I felt it. The ache. Deep and low and impossible to ignore. My ass throbbed with every tiny shift of my hips against the sheets. A dull heat that reminded me exactly where Jace had been. How hard he had taken me. How I had begged for it against the wall like I had lost my mind. I hated myself for how good it still felt. I sat up slow and winced. My thighs were sore too. There were faint bruises on my hips where his fingers had dug in. I ran a hand over them and felt the memory flash hot behind my eyes. His voice in my ear telling me I was made for this. Made to take my stepbrother’s cock. I shook my head hard and stood up. The room spun for a second. I needed coffee. I needed distance. I needed to pretend last night had been a fever dre

**Chapter 6** I lasted exactly forty three minutes after dinner before I broke. I sat in my room staring at the wall like it had answers. The ache between my legs had not gone away. If anything it had gotten worse. Every time I shifted on the bed I felt the ghost of Jace’s hand on me under the table. The slow drag of his palm. The way he had squeezed me right when my mom asked if I was okay. I was hard again just thinking about it. Pathetic. I told myself I would stay here. Lock the door. Watch something mindless on my laptop until the house went quiet and I could pretend none of this was happening. But my feet had other ideas. At nine fifteen I heard the soft click of my mom and Richard’s bedroom door down the hall. The theater room lights had gone out ten minutes earlier. The house was finally still except for the low hum of the air conditioning and the distant sound of rain starting up again outside. I stood up. My hands were shaking. I pulled on a clean pair of black sweatpa

**Chapter 8** The suspicion in the house had been growing like mold under the floorboards. You could not see it yet but you could feel it every time Richard looked at us too long. Every time Mom smiled and said how nice it was that Jace and I were finally getting along. Every time the three of us were in the same room and the air got thick enough to choke on. I tried to stay away from Jace all day. I really did. I went for a run in the morning. Took a long shower after. Locked myself in my room and pretended to work on college applications even though my mind kept drifting back to the way he had dropped to his knees in the kitchen yesterday and sucked me off like he was starving for it. By three o’clock I was hard again just from the memory. I hated my body for how easily it betrayed me. Jace had been gone most of the day at the gym. When he came back the house filled with the sound of his heavy footsteps and the low slam of the front door. I stayed upstairs. Safe distance.

**Chapter 10** I sat on the edge of my bed with the sheet still wrapped around my waist and listened to the silence that had swallowed the whole house. My heart would not slow down. Every beat reminded me of the look on my mom’s face when she pushed that door open and saw me underneath Jace. The way Richard’s voice had cracked when he called it sick. I kept replaying the moment in my head like a loop I could not turn off. The knock on my door was soft but certain. I knew it was him before he even spoke. “Kai. Open up.” I crossed the room and turned the lock. Jace slipped inside and closed the door behind him without making a sound. He was still only in his boxer briefs. His hair was messy from my fingers earlier and there was a fresh hickey on his collarbone that I had left there without thinking. He looked at me for a long second then pulled me into his arms like he needed to feel that I was still real. “I am sorry,” he whispered against my hair. “I should have locked the door.