“Oh.”
“Yeah.Oh. Now that I’ve gotten my own head out of my ass and my life back in balance, I can go back to being calm. Everywhere but in bed.”
“Because in bed, I’m yours.”
“Yes. That work for you?”
“Fuck yes,” he breathes out with a side-to-side hip roll.
“Good. Anders get to you in his round of testing last week?”
Ant nods.
“Same. I’m negative across the board. Any issue with me fucking you raw?”
“No. I don’t think so.”
I push his hair out of his eyes. “What doesI don’t think somean?”
He clears his throat. “How much do you want to know about my background?”
“You can tell me anything,” I say, as I’ve said before. Hoping that’s true.
His eyes tell me he trusts me.
“The only guys who didn’t use condoms were breaking the rules. If they broke that rule, the other rules usually didn’t mean much to them either,” he says, holding up his hand.
I’m confused by the gesture until Ant wiggles his pinkie. It bends out, just the tiniest bit—enough to know it was broken and not properly reset. I take his small hand in mine and kiss his palm, then kiss the bend of his pinkie.
I am going to fucking murder the man who did this to him.
“Is this guy on the list?”
“Yep.”
“Where is he?”
“Minneapolis—St. Paul area. There’s a ring of business owners and a madam to take care of when we get there.”
“Mm. When do we hit the Twin Cities?”
“We’re gonna hit Philadelphia first and then—”
I wrinkle my nose and shake my head. “Absolutely not. We’re going to Minnesota next.”
His murder-grin brightens his face as he inhales sharply. “Yeah?”
I lean in again. “The only one allowed to put a mark on you is me, and only with your permission.”
“You have it,” he says way too quickly.
“What kinds of marks do you think you’d like?”
“I don’t know. A hickey, maybe something with your teeth? I like the bruises you left from holding my hips so tight last night.”
“Anything you don’t want to do? Anything you don’t like?”
His eyes widen and another calculation flits behind his eyes. I doubt he’s ever been asked about his own hard limits before.
