By the time we leave the bedroom with Windsor sleeping in the middle of our rumpled sheets, the guys have already left for DB’s next assignment, but they’ve sent several texts that suggest they heard what we were getting up to. Thankfully, Parker’s room is on the other side of the house and Rafi says she likes to sleep in on Sundays, so we have a bit more time to ourselves.
“Want to go shoot something, baby?” I ask Rafi as I kiss the top of his head.
Stretching sleepily against my body, he nods. “But coffee first.”
By the time I’ve got the coffee and toast ready, he’s changed into a pair of thin gray sweats, that practically hang off his hip bones, and the fitted T-shirt with the spaghetti stain, along with a ratty pair of tennis shoes. Honestly, the combination of the mismatched clothes and his sleepy smile is sexy as hell.
“Don’t judge me, I’m working on my wardrobe. Parker said she would help me cut down the rest of my T-shirts today, and maybe tomorrow we can work on making some of my pants fit a little better.”
“Oh, baby, I like this on you very much,” I say, pulling on his pants until half a cheek shows. “Easy access.”
He playfully bats my hand away and takes the coffee and toast, sitting across my lap as we enjoy breakfast together. He nestles into my neck and I slip my hand down the front of his joggers. “Commando? Naughty boy.”
Mmmmm, he kisses my neck and jaw, sucking on my earlobe, knowing how much it turns me on. I take his lips in a fierce kiss, jacking him without mercy at the breakfast table.
When I can tell he’s close, I lift him up and twist him around so he’s standing on the chair, straddling my thighs. Wrapping my arms around his back and legs, I pull him to me, swallowing him to the root. He holds on to my head for dear life, thrusting hard. In under a minute his body tenses, save for his knees which go soft, and I support him as he empties his pleasure into my mouth.
Fuck, I could get used to this.
I lower him back to earth, and he dips under the table, pawing at my zipper.
I run my hands through his hair, chuckling, “Darlin’, I’m in my forties. I’m gonna need a minute before I can go again.”
He sits back on his heels, pouting, and my dick gives a twitch. Before I can reconsider, there’s a loud thump from Parker’s side of the house, and his eyes go huge.
“Shit!”
He scrambles out from underneath the table so quickly, he nearly bangs his head. He fumbles with his loose pants until he’s cinched them to within an inch of their life. His hair is a mess, his cheeks are a blazing red, and he looks over to her hallway, expecting to be busted.
It’s gone quiet again, and he lets out a dramatic breath. “Fuck, I don’t want to traumatize her.”
I try to keep it hidden, but I can’t help myself. I start laughing silently, hard enough to shake the table. He punches my shoulder, growling, “I would’ve never lived it down if she’d walked in on us. I can’t believe we just did that.”
Whisper-giggling, I answer, “You’re the one who sat on my lap, it’s not my fault.”
“Well, you’re the one who’s all muscly and tattooed and silver foxy. What’s a guy supposed to do?”
I pull him back onto my lap, still laughing. “Well, when you put it that way…”
I lower my mouth to his, and we share a deep, soft kiss that goes on forever, occasionally punctuated with laughter. We pull back, staring into each other’s eyes like a couple of fools, and I can’t hold back a second longer. Cupping his jaw, I kiss his eyes. “I love you.” His nose. “I love you.” His chin. “I love you.” His mouth. “I love you.”
He goes boneless, tilting his face up for each kiss, sighing with each declaration. When our mouths meet again, he throws his arms around my neck and deepens the kiss before touching his forehead to mine. “I love you so much,” he whispers into the space between us, and my heart doesn’t know whether to melt or explode, so it simply keeps beating, happy to have found its purpose.
We pull away, the desire to look into the face of love overwhelming. Tears adorn our eyes, and the part of my heart that felt broken for so long radiates joy. We steal several more kisses as we get up and clear the table, playing grab ass as we put our dishes away.
We walk into the living room, and there’s a familiar low sound I can’t place, enamored as I am with his beautiful face. I reach out to touch him again, but a weird tug at my side prevents me. I look down and…there’s blood.
And now pain. Unremitting…pain.
Rafi’s eyes widen in horror, and another lowthootsound finally registers, a bullet being fired through a suppressor. He pulls away, but then he looks back and his face is so full of blood I can’t even make out his eyes. Another bullet jerks his shoulder back, the spaghetti stain overcome with a deeper, darker red. I pull him down to the ground and cover him, a bullet whizzing over my head.
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Rafi
A hot flash of pain streaks across my forehead, and my vision goes red as I clamp my hand over the wound. Before I can assess it, there’s another sharp bite as my shoulder is winged by a high-caliber bullet.
Everett brings me to the ground so fast that it rattles bones, and he covers me with his own body.
