He was already so close and had been thinking about burying himself in the tight heat of Zane’s body since long before he got home. “Fuck, you feel so good. I’ve been thinking about this since you sent me that pic at lunch today, you little fucking tease.”
Zane moaned. “Harder.”
Fuck. Asa gave him what he wanted, driving into him, his orgasm building with each sling of his hips, his hand spasming around Zane’s throat. The next moment, he was coming, filling Zane up, hips twitching as he rode it out. Then he was sliding back down Zane’s body, closing his mouth over his straining cock, forcing three fingers into his hole, finding that spot that made Zane scream.
And he did. Asa should have gagged him. It didn’t matter. They were all used to the sex noises that happened in the house. Zane came hard, the bitter taste of his seed filling Asa’s mouth as he continued to massage him from the inside, milking every drop until he was begging Asa to stop.
After he cleaned them both up, he gathered Zane to him, forcing him into little spoon position. “You okay, Lois?”
“Mm,” Zane managed. “I’m always okay after that.”
Asa smiled against his hair. “I meant about the Bev situation. You good?”
“I’m better. I just wasn’t expecting it. It’s easier when I can prepare myself, like at our wedding. Like I knew she’d try something. But this…going to my old work…and the fact that Beach would even print something like that about me.”
“Were you close?” Asa asked.
“I thought we were at one point. But Beach doesn’t really have friends. She has sources or employees.”
“And you’re neither. She was just chasing a story and it happened to be about you. You’re a Mulvaney now. Our lives are public fodder. Just remember every ridiculously mundane scandal helps shield what we really do. Bev is a fucking nightmare, but she’s great at creating drama as subterfuge.”
Zane sighed. “I guess you’re right.”
“Nobody cares that you didn’t invite her to the wedding. There’s nobody sitting at home thinking she’s the wounded party. They’re just there for the trauma porn. They’re tragedy tourists. They’ll forget the moment they close the magazine. Promise.”
“How was your day?” Zane asked, clearly tired of the subject of his mother.
“It was good, especially after that pic you sent. Sorry I couldn’t send one back but I was in the middle of a huge meeting. Sending you a dick pic might have derailed the conversation.”
Zane snickered. “That’s okay. It’s much more fun to look at in person. And worth the wait. Sorry if the sex was boring.”
“That seemed boring to you?” Asa asked around a laugh. “Damn, Lois.”
“No, but you’re the one who has to be, like, punching me in the face to get off,” Zane countered, reaching back to pinch him.
“I have never—not ever—punched you in the face. Or anywhere. I can’t help that I love to see the evidence of our sex life. I can’t help that it turns me on to see all my marks on you. But if you don’t want to play rough anymore, just say the word.”
Zane snapped his head back to give Asa a look. “Don’t be dramatic. You know I love our sex life. I just know that the tamer stuff isn’t as fun for you.”
“You know no such thing. Any sex that ends with me buried inside you is enough for me. Is it enough for you?” Asa asked, already knowing the answer.
“Duh,” Zane deadpanned, burrowing closer. “Anytime you’re touching me, I’m happy.”
“I’m touching you now.”
“And I’m happy,” Zane said.
“Good.”
They were silent for a long while when Zane said, “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Lois.”
“Forever?” Zane hedged.
“Forever ever.”
Zane erupted into peals of laughter. “Did you just quote Outkast to me?”
