I keep thrusting through my orgasm, and Leo comes seconds later, cum spurting from his cock onto his stomach. Our cum mixes together on our cocks, slicking them up even more as I jerk the last remnants of pleasure out of us.
When we're done, I drop down onto Leo, trapping him under me like we both wanted. I bury my face in his abused neck and kiss hot, damp kisses into his sweat-soaked skin.
Leo is boneless, his movements languid as he brings a hand up to dig his fingers into my hair and gently stroke them through the blond strands.
We stay like that for a while, Leo crushed beneath me and touching my hair and back with a softness I've never had from anyone else. It's a softness I wouldn't know how to ask for or even knowtoask for. None of the other hookups I’ve had during missions, or fucking I've donefora mission, have been anything like this. It feels like an insult to compare them. To compare having Leo to being close to some stranger who didn't know me, would never know me,couldnever know me.
It still blows my mind that Leo wants to know me, wants me, period. There's something wrong with him. Genuinely. Thank fuck for emotionally messed-up rich boys, I guess. I'd thank his mum for damaging him enough that he's now willing to let something like me touch him if I didn't want to wring her neck for the very same shit.
When I raise myself off him again, I take a couple of seconds just to stare in appreciation at the man laid out on the bed. Long, gloriously muscled body, stretched and loose, hands now tucked behind his head, large biceps flexing from the strain. He's ridiculously, unfairly beautiful like this. Well fucked and blissed out from taking whatever I chose to give him.
I might finally understand the American I killed, Zander, who wrecked himself with alcohol. If drinking felt as good to him as fucking Leo does to me, then I take back any negative thoughts I had about the man. I get it now. I get why he was willing to descend into intoxicated ruin for just one more hit of the best feeling in the world.
I go to the bathroom and get some stuff to clean us both off, moving back over to Leo to wipe him down with a wet towel. He lets me, lazing there like a tired dog snoozing in the afternoon sun.
Just when I think about leaning in to take his mouth in one last, firm kiss, an alarm goes off on Leo's phone, signalling the fact we're running late for the airport and need to get a shift on so North doesn't skin us for missing the flight he organised last-minute.
Leo throws me a slightly panicked look, and we disentangle ourselves and dive for our clothes, pulling them on haphazardly as I make myself busy packing the rest of our stuff so we're able to rush out the door.
We’ve already lost quite a bit of time this morning dealing with the money meant for Bullet.
After a brief argument, Leo and I agreed we should hide it until we can come up with a better plan to dispose of the money. I was all for yeeting it into the ocean, but Leo refused, saying we could find a way of using it to help people, like filtering it into a charity or something. I reluctantly agreed to bury it despite feeling like a bloody pirate by doing so. When I pointed that fact out to Leo, he laughed and started singing the "Yo, ho" pirate shanty with far too much glee.
We're just lucky the safe house had a couple of shovels, I presume to bury bodies created by past missions. Leo looked at me like I was insane when I suggested the idea. But I don't know why else an agency safe house would have shovels when there's no garden.
Leo makes a fuss out of cleaning the truck using the bloodstain-removing chemicals he found in the safe house’s cupboards.
I'm doubling down on my position that the house is stocked especially for dealing with mission corpses.
Once we're all ready and packed, we head out. Leo is mildly heartbroken over leaving his new pet bike, "Wheezy," behind. When he insists we take the bike back to the village where he got it, I put my foot down hard.
"We are not missing our flight just so you can take this piece of shit back to the lucky bastard who swindled you for it." I gesture at the bike in disdain.
Leo gasps dramatically and starts stroking the bike like it's his most precious possession rather than the rust bucket it really is.
"How dare you." Leo glares at me. "Wheezy is an old soul; have some respect."
I release a deep sigh and give the bike a solid kick. It falls over with a loud crash and all but falls apart on impact with the ground.
Leo yelps, turning to me with a comically stunned expression. He gestures at the bike as if to askReally?
I look from the bike to Leo, then say with deliberate dryness, "Oh, no, it died. We will mourn the complete and utter lack of loss on the road; come on." I grab hold of Leo's arm and start dragging him towards our truck.
Leo allows himself to be towed away, still looking at me with dismayed eyes. "Why are youlikethis?" he mutters as I open the passenger side door and all but shove him inside.
"I wasn't hugged enough as a kid," I tell Leo sarcastically. Then I tilt my head as if reconsidering. "Well, it was either that or all the torture. Guess we’ll have to wait until Green publishes her final psych report to find out." I slam the door on him before he can respond. It feels good. I'll need to slam more things in his face in the future to get this kind of natural high again.
Leo gives me dodgy looks all the way to the airport, but by the time we're on the plane, he's back to chattering away at me about everything and nothing. I'm glad to have the white noise of his ramblings to drown out my feelings of unease about our next mission.
It seems too much to hope for that rescuing Rohan will go smoothly. In an ideal world, I'd get to storm the place, spray a truly self-indulgent number of bullets at anything that moves, and drag Rohan out by his collar like a child who got lost at the mall.
But despite what the societal propaganda might suggest, not all blonds get to have the most fun.
Chapter eleven
Leo
BackinEngland,Northmeets us at the airport again. We get into the car with him, and he drives us to another safe house near the location where Rohan is being held. Once we’re inside, North gives us the rundown of what his agents have gathered so far about Rohan’s temporary prison.
