“Not at all, brother. We’ll finish getting him ready while you do that.”
Omar pulls the bow tie out of the man’s mouth, replacing it with the obscenely large gag before he can get a word in edgewise. The man’s muffled screams are effectively silenced, a fact Omar notes with an appraising smile.
“This is an excellent gag, Habibi. We should put this in your toolkit.”
“I’ll let Parker know. Good rope too.”
They work together to remove the man’s belt and clothing, then retie him to the chair with said rope. The quality genuinely is top notch, despite the squalor of the location.
“Fear not,” Omar explains warmly, pushing OBT’s hair out of his face. “The nudity is a matter of simple logistics, not prurience.”
Anders shudders as he lays out the plastic sheeting. “Yeah, I only get off on my husband’s perfect cock and the occasional—willing!—play partner.”
“Must you discuss my penis with a stranger, darling?”
“Must? No. It’s always completely voluntary,” Anders jokes. Looking up at OBT with a quizzical brow, he asks, “Hey, wheredoyou buy your supplies?”
The man’s throat starts working, but the sound barely escapes his stuffed mouth.
Anders’ eyes twinkle as he nudges the man’s knee with the side of his fist. “Just kidding. Our friends in Wimberley are already looking at your bank statements, pulling the city cameras, the whole works. We’ll know before your heart gives out.”
Turning to Omar, he gestures at their less-than-desirable location. “Don’t let the seediness fool you. They’ve alreadyfound half a million dollars in his retirement account. I’m guessing this isn’t his permanent residence. Either way, I think Safe Harbor is about to get another generous anonymous donation.”
“Excellent, can’t wait to see what the team digs up next.” Omar rubs his chin. “Oh. We should suggest Rami to our contact. He can assist with their next fundraising drive.”
Anders sends Omar a smirk as he pulls off his latex gloves. “I love it. He doesn’t even have to know the recommendation came from us.” Wrinkling his nose, he gestures to the room. “You know, at some point, we have to let him in. Even though we don’t see any natural ability, it’s not fair that Maya knows more about us than he does.”
Omar sighs. “You’re not wrong. He just doesn’t have the killer instinct.”
“Neither does Maya, my love.”
“True, but she’s not as squeamish as he is.” Omar taps his chin. “Though…maybe we just haven’t found his niche yet.” Winking at the bound man, he says, “But we can figure that out later.”
This was shaping up to be a fantastic evening, and if Anders didn’t dally too long, they might make a date night out of it.
Unable to help himself, Omar pulls his murderous, frustrating, perfect husband in for a deep, sensual kiss. Hopper, coming back into view with a sketch pad and charcoals in hand, lets out a wolf whistle.
“Oh shush,” Liam insists, placing a gentle peck on Hopper’s nose as he settles in. Hopper blushes, then returns the sentiment with a sweet kiss to Liam’s mouth.
OBT watches, dazed as the couples extend their make-out sessions.
Omar finally pulls away, nuzzling the side of Anders’ head. “We’ll take this up again at home.”
“Fuck yeah,” Anders murmurs and then—mm, one last kiss—puts on his game face. “Now step aside and watch themasterwork.”
Omar rolls his eyes.This man.
8
RAMI
Silas joinsme in the kitchen as I grab chicken breasts, artichokes, and various fixings for the grill.
“Mind if I go up with you? I can help with the prep work.”
“Sure, cuz.” I send him a smile. “But only if you bring Cupcake with you.”
Silas wasn’t initially keen on going everywhere with Cupcake. If he were invited to join us, he’d try to leave her in his apartment, but then he would have panic attacks when she wasn’t by his side. I think he thought it made him look weak, which is hilarious given how vicious Cupcake looks and how dangerous Sy probably is.
