“Not really,” he said as he got to his feet. “I’d just tell them how hard you went at me with your big?—”
I pushed off the wall and reached for his spent cock, and Theo immediately stopped talking.
“I didn’t hear you complain.”
He sucked in a breath as I ran my fingers over its sticky head.“Like I could say anything with your dick halfway down my throat.”
The memory of that was almost as powerful as the moment I’d lost control. “But this,” I said, and brought my fingers to my lips to taste him, “says you didn’t mind.”
“I can show you howmuchI didn’t mind, if you give me another few minutes.”
I knew my answer should be no. That I should tell him we’d gone too far and done too much already. But it was getting to apoint now where I was done trying to fool myself into thinking this was an accident.
There was something going on here. A strange attraction that had been unlocked and was becoming more and more difficult to deny.
Was it anger? Frustration? Lust? I wasn’t sure.
But one thing I did know—I’d enjoyed every second of it, so why shouldn’t I continue?
Both of us were unattached, and while it was frowned upon and an unspoken rule that we shouldn’t hook up with a fellow King, who ever said that was set in stone? The only reason it became an issue was because King had tossed my ass aside.
But that was different.Thiswas just two single guys scratching an itch. There were no feelings involved, and once we left here, that would be that.
Fuck King’s rules.
12
THEO
“IF YOU KEEP getting naked with me, I’m gonna start to think you like me.” I flicked my fingers along the surface of the water, sending a spray across the hot tub at Shep.
After I’d gotten a mouthful of Shep in the closet, I’d suggested skipping the rest of what was essentially a glorified picnic, and he was quick to agree. How we’d ended up in the hot tub in my private garden I was a little fuzzy on, but in my defense, I’d had more glasses of champagne than I could count on one hand. Maybe two.
“Really, Theo?” Shep wiped at his cheek and shook his head. “You live to make me regret my choices, don’t you?”
“It does have a certain appeal. But are you really regretting spending a glorious evening relaxing? I doubt you do it often.”
It looked like he was about to refute that, but then snapped his mouth shut and reached for his champagne from the deck.
Getting Shep to indulge in anything was a win in my book, and as I watched him take a long sip, I couldn’t help but admire him.It wasn’t just his personality that was a bit tight, it was his entire body, all those muscles perfectly lean and toned in a way that spoke of years of dedication in the gym. He’d mentioned working out with his father’s Secret Service detail in the past,so it wasn’t surprising that Shep’s body was a work of art. Whatwassurprising was how massive his di?—
A spray of water hit me square in the face, rudely cutting off my fantasies of Shep’s cock in my mouth.
“Hey!”
“You were staring.” He shrugged, looking unrepentant, and continued sipping his champagne. His usually sandy-brown hair looked almost black all wet and slicked back from his face, which showcased a sharp jaw and those hypnotic, ice-blue eyes that were usually narrowed when he was looking in my direction.
“Not my fault whentu es bâti comme un dieu.”
Shep growled. “Theo…”
I smiled, appreciating the fact that he knew a few pleasantries in French and nothing more. It had to drive him crazy not to understand me, which was why Benoit and I bitched together in French during Libertine meetings.
Maybe I did live to piss him off, but I couldn’t help myself. I was discovering a riled-up Shep was sexy as hell.
I stood up and reached for the bottle of Dom, filling up my glass and then doing the same to the one Shep held. He didn’t protest, which was another win, and as I sank back down to let the jets do their work on my back, I tipped my flute to keep my buzz going.
“We need to talk.”
