Losing Control : His Madness, His Cure Chapter 103

I squeeze my eyes shut, biting down on a curse, my muscles tight and trembling with restraint. He tucks me back in, casual, like I’m not about to combust, like he hasn’t just ripped away my ability to remain sane.

I’m panting, desperate, staring at him like I’ll tear his clothes off right here, right now.

He presses the emergency button again, the elevator humming back to life, and looks at me with that cold, dangerous gleam in his eyes. “Let’s go.” He shifts close and leans in, his knee pressing against my still-hard cock, a deliberate grind that makes my knees threaten to buckle. “Introduce me to your little friend, Jax. And make sure your introduction is accurate, I wanna avoid all future misunderstandings.”

The doors slide open. He strides out without a glance back, the sight of his broad shoulders and sharp walk pulling a groan out of me that I choke down. My cock twitches painfully against my jeans,

I rake a hand through my hair, cursing, and follow him out, my steps heavy...hungry.

When he gets to my door, he doesn’t knock this time. He doesn’t even hesitate. He just opens it and walks in.

I trail in behind him, still half-wild with need, only to see Nate sitting there on the couch. Plate clean on the table like he’s been waiting for a pat on the head. He perks up when he sees me.

“You’re back,” he says, cheerful and utterly clueless.

Then his eyes shift to Xander. He stands, awkward in nothing but his briefs, and his eyes dart between us before landing on Xander again. He steps forward, hand outstretched, like this is some polite fucking meet-and-greet.

“Hi,” he says. “I’m Nathan. But you can call me Nate.”

I watch Xander take his hand. His grip is calm, but I see Nate’s face twitch, his smile falter.

“That’s… quite a firm grip you’ve got,” Nate says, voice strained, almost a whimper. He tries to pull back, but Xander doesn’t let him. Instead he steps into him, closer, menacing without even raising his voice. Nate stumbles back a fraction, eyes wide, flicking to me like he's hoping I’ll step in.

“Oh,” he says, wary now, trying to laugh it off. He shifts back another step. His gaze snaps between us, confusion and unease painted all over his face.

And I’m standing there, cock aching, pulse racing, caught between wanting to throw Xander against the wall or just watch him eat Nate alive.

Xander finally turns back to me, one brow arched like he’s waiting. Like he’s testing me. I get the message loud and clear. Doesn’t mean I don’t wonder if this is really necessary. But then again… with him, everything is. If I want to keep him here, if I want to stop him from storming out again just to prove he can, I have to play by his rules.

Is this what relationships are like?

I swallow, then turn to Nate. “This is Xander. My boyfriend.”

The word scrapes my throat on the way out. Not because it feels wrong but because of how fucking final it sounds.

Nate repeats it slowly, like he needs to test the weight of it. “Boyfriend?” His brows pinch, his expression a mix of disbelief and curiosity as he studies me like I’ve just sprouted horns. And I know why. I’m the last person Nate or his brothers would imagine in a relationship.

Xander finally let's go of his hand and Nate wrings it, sucking in a breath.

He clears his throat. “That’s great.” He glances at Xander, his brows lifting, then points toward the door like he’s connecting dots. “I must’ve alarmed you earlier.” He shifts uncomfortably, turning fully toward Xander. “Listen, there’s nothing to be suspicious of. Jax and I are just friends. Sorry if I caused any problems.”

“You did,” Xander cuts in, voice like a blade.

I turn my head, watching the way he towers over Nate, glare sharp and unrelenting. And fuck me, there’s something about that sheer possessiveness that makes heat coil low in my gut.

Nate laughs, but it comes out nervous and thin. “No, seriously, it’s nothing like that. I’m not even… I mean, I'm as straight as a ruler fresh out the box.”

He scratches the back of his neck in that way he does when he's flustered. And for a moment I almost feel bad for him, despite all his recklessness and headache inducing shenanigans, he's still a kid in my eyes.

“And even if I wasn’t straight,” he rushes on, “Jax wouldn’t really be my type. Too emotionally unavailable.” His eyes flick back to me, quick and dismissive. Then, slower and more assessing, they drag over Xander. “You, on the other hand…” he blows out a deep breath, hands now on his waist and head slightly tilted like he's genuinely debating with himself.

Xander’s expression changes to a wary frown. And for the first time, a hint of caution as he steps back a fraction.

“Nate,” I snap, my voice sharp.

He throws his hands up instantly. “Alright, alright. I’ll shut up now, ” he says before moving back to the couch and sitting down. Grabbing the TV remote and pressing playing on the football match he'd been watching.

Xander's eyes are now on me, cutting right through the mess I’ve been trying to hold together. And then it hits me like a punch to the gut....I’m the one who’s supposed to be on guard. Not him. Me. Because he fucking looks like that. I see it when we’re out together, the way heads turn, how people’s gazes snag on him like they can’t help themselves. Girls, guys... doesn’t fucking matter, they all want a taste. I catch the whispers, the not-so-subtle nudges, the way strangers tilt toward their friends just to point him out like he’s some secret worth sharing. And worse, the thought that some of them already had what I’m holding onto now. That someone else’s hands, someone else’s mouth, someone else’s damn memory is stitched into him.

My chest tightens, a coil of heat and something darker wrapping around my ribs until I can’t breathe steady anymore. I can’t stand here, can’t let him just look at me like that while I imagine every set of eyes that’s ever traced over his skin. It drives me fucking crazy. Before I can stop myself, I grab his wrist and tug him toward my bedroom. My pulse is a war drum in my ears, my jaw set, every thought boiling down to one truth.... if the world wants him, then I’m going to make damn sure he remembers exactly who he belongs to.