Ringing pierced the air, and I glanced over at our clothes on the floor. I reluctantly pulled out of Tex but stopped short to see my cum dripping from his hole.

I found my phone and answered it without thought.

“Hey. Where are you?” Giancarlo asked.

I stared at Tex on the bed. My heart was still trying to break out of my ribcage. My head was spinning, and I had no real grasp on reality.

“Earth to Enzo.”

I blinked, realizing I hadn’t answered Gin. “Home.”

There was some commotion before blaring music came over the line, followed by silence.

“I’m out back. Are you okay?”

No. I couldn’t bring myself to answer. I was stuck. It physically felt like my mouth was glued shut.

“Enzo, make a sound if you need me to come over.”

Seconds ticked by, and Giancarlo didn’t rush me. I needed someone. Tex was passed out, and he was bound to make things worse. I closed my eyes and grunted.

“Already on my way.”

I hadn’t even noticed the sounds of the engine in the background.

“Do you need a clean-up?” Gin asked.

I shook my head and remembered he couldn’t see me. Forcing myself to speak felt like glass scrapping over my tongue. “No.” It was a simple word, yet it took me what felt like forever to say it.

“Okay, good.”

Giancarlo stayed on the line with me the entire time. Talking about who knows what. My mind wandered, but no matter where it went, I always kept my gaze on Tex.

Even at this moment, he was all I obsessed over. Time ticked by, and I slowly moved from my spot and over to the guest bed. I grabbed the cover, but instead of yanking it over Tex’s body, I tossed it to the ground.

“Enzo!” Gin shouted, his voice echoing in my home. “Well, aren’t you a cutie?”

His voice got louder as he grew closer to the guest room. Gin opened the door with Pen in his arms. His gaze instantly dropped to Tex, and I moved toward him.

Gin put the cat down and raised his hands. “I’m not making a move on him. I’m just checking.” Gin audibly swallowed. “He still alive?”

“Yes.”

He nodded. “Want to come out?”

I shook my head, knowing it was ridiculous that I couldn’t talk like I normally could. “I… I want him upstairs.” Each word was a little easier than the one before.

Giancarlo didn’t question me and grabbed the discarded blanket. He tossed it at me. “Cover your man. The last thing I need is you cutting off one of my fingers because I touched his skin.”

I nodded my appreciation and rolled Tex up. He groaned but was still out cold. Gin and I carried him upstairs, Pen on our heels the entire way up. We laid Tex down on the bed, and I instantly started cleaning him up.

Gin left the room, and I was glad he was giving me the time I needed. I went about making sure I took care of Tex. Bruises were already forming on his hips, and bite marks on his chest and neck.