Bad Boy's Club

Monte's Home

Monte's POV:

It's been three weeks now since I had been poisoned and I'm now ready to come home. Craig helps me get dressed again, as I'm still a bit weak, but I don't mind.

"Hey Craig," I began. Craig looks up at me as he helps me tie my shoe. "When you said Max poisoned me, did he say why?" Craig sighed.

"I'm not sure." He replied, looking me in the eyes. "The last thing he said, before he ran off, was that he loved me." My eyes grew wide as Craig said those last three words. "Monte, I think he was jealous."

"We might have a problem on our hands, then." Craig squinted in confusion as he tilted his head a bit. "He might go to any lengths to keep us apart. I'm surprised he didn't come visit me here."

"Monte, if Max ever lay a finger on you, it'd be the last thing he ever does."

"That would make you no better than him." Craig stood up, letting my foot fall back down.

"I know, babe. But I can't let him get away with this." He replied, brushing my hair away from my eyes again. I put a hand on his cheek, rubbing it with my thumb.

"I love you, Craig." I say, softly, as to not let anyone else hear.

"I love you, too, Monte."

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When we got back to my house, Craig helped me pack about half my clothes, some dog toys and the stuffed animal I sleep with. Shut up, it helps me sleep. My dog, Zira, was sitting there, wagging her tail violently, the whole time Craig and I packed.

"It's okay, Zira." I say to her. "You're coming with us." Zira barked, happily.

I should probably mention that I'm moving in with Craig now. It's a bit early on in our relationship to actually move in together, but since Max nearly killed me, Craig wanted to make sure he didn't succeed next time.

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When we got to Craig's house, he plopped down on the couch, motioning for me to sit next to him. Gladly. As I walked over, I couldn't help but notice the bulge in Craig's skinny jeans. Feeling my own jeans become tighter, I sit next to him, only to have his arm wrap around my shoulders, pulling me close. I want you so bad, Craig Mabbitt. I start to kiss his neck, but he quickly pulls away. Looking down, I see he no longer has such a big bulge in his pants. Was it just my eyes playing tricks on me?

"You okay, Monte?" He asks, looking at me. I nod a silent 'yes,' smiling up at him. "What was that about?" Craig smiled out.

"I want you. Like, really bad." I reply, looking back down at Craig's crotch. He simply laughs a bit, lifting my chin up.

"Soon, my love." He replies. He's such a fucking tease. I smile as I lay my head back down on his shoulder.

"I love you, Craig." Craig lightly kissed the top of my head.

"I love you too."