I reached for my pants, and as I pulled them up, I glanced over my shoulder to see Shep running a hand through his hair.
How he could go from total turbulence to complete calm in a matter of seconds had always been a mystery to me. But with the residual ache radiating through me, I knew I hadn’t imagined what just happened.
Shepwasa fucking animal—when let off his leash.
The question was, who controlled that leash?Shep or King?
“What is your problem?” I said as I shoved the tails of my shirt into my pants and zipped up. “I’m the one who has to go and stand in front of a priest with your cum?—”
“Don’t you dare say?—”
“—dripping out of me.”
Shep glared at me so hard I thought his eyeballs might roll out of their sockets.
“What, does that offend your sensibilities?”
“Youare offending my sensibilities. This was?—”
“Hot as hell?”
Shep spun away from me, shaking his head. “A fucking mistake.”
“You can’t even enjoy a hot fuck for a minute before regret sets in? Jesus, Shep, no wonder you don’t get repeats.”
He didn’t respond to that, his eyes narrowing as they ran down over me. Where most would be admiring in their perusal, because I wasn’t anything to sneeze at, Shep’s critical gaze stopped at my neck. “Your tie’s crooked.”
“I don’t give a shit.”
“You should. You’re late.”
“I’ll apologize when I get there. Tell them all I had Shepard Winchester’s big dick in my ass?—”
Shep whirled on me so fast our chests bumped and I had to lift my chin to meet his eyes. There were daggers shooting out of those ice-blue depths, but I smiled.
“Don’t even think about it,” he growled. “I mean it, Theo. This stays here.”
“Why? You’d get a lot more interest if people knew. ‘Sure, he’s a tight-ass, but have you seen the size of his cock?’”
“I don’t need interest. I need you to fix your goddamn tie and get out there.”
That bark of his was sharp, but how had I never noticed it had nothing on the sharp cut of his jaw? Everyone in the world knew how hot Shep was, and I wasn’t oblivious either, but now I couldn’t help but look at him through a different lens than before.
All that scowling really did make him a seriously sexy fucker.
Or maybe that was just the lingering sting from his massive cock talking.
I reached into the box of hand-rolled kreteks, pulled one out, and brought it to my lips. But before I could light it, Shep yanked it out of my mouth and tossed it aside.
“You need to go,” he said.
“And you obviously need the tables flipped next time.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. Clearly an orgasm didn’t do it, but maybe you need the serious fucked out ofyounext time.”
He stared at me long and hard before turning toward the mirror to adjust his suit. “There won’t be a next time.”
