“Totally.” Mickey smiled. “Now, will you settle your little ass down?”
“Yes, master.” Roger relaxed, letting Mickey pin him willingly now.
Oh, hearing those words sent a flood of heat right down in Mickey’s loins. He hadn’t forgotten that little tease at the hospital, and Roger did look so very delicious in his suit.
Roger surged forward and kissed Mickey hard. “Thank you. For fuckin’ everything.”
“Crybaby’s one of us.” Mickey didn’t know what else to say, and he went in for another kiss. “She’s a Gentleman.”
“Yeah, but still. Thanks.”
Mickey kissed him again to shut him up, pressing him flush against the wall and grinding their hips together. He caught a glimpse of Pym peeking around the corner, but he quickly retreated.
Roger clawed at the back of Mickey’s head, and he started to rock forward. “Mmm… come on, master…”
“Dinner,” Mickey panted as he slid a hand down to grab Roger’s ass.
“Huh?”
“Dinner. Tonight. With my grandfather.”
“Yes, sir. Whatever you want. Fuckin’ don’t stop—”
“Gentlemen.” Cold’s voice was like a bucket of ice water.
Mickey pulled away immediately, wiping Roger’s spit from his mouth. “Boss.”
Roger slumped against the wall and grinned. “Oh, hey, Boss.”
Cold looked mildly amused. “Celebrating, were you?”
“Yeah, somethin’ like that.” Mickey adjusted his tie. “Everything okay, Boss?”
“Doctor Brown is optimistic about Crybaby’s recovery, and it would appear we’re all safe.” Cold pursed his lips. “For tonight anyway.”
“What’s the plan?”
“Jules and Pym will return the van to the driver from the funeral home and stay here overnight with Crybaby. The rest of us will head back to Alistair’s.”
“Could I stay too?” Roger asked hopefully.
“No. You make Doctor Brown nervous.”
“Totally fair.”
“Is it okay if we maybe go out for a little bit, Boss?” Mickey didn’t know why, but he suddenly felt like a little kid asking for permission to have a sleepover.
“To go where exactly?” Cold frowned.
“I gotta fix the door at the church. Busted it up getting in. Don’t feel good about it being open, but it’s a real sweet setup, seriously. If we need more space, just saying, it would be a real good spot.”
“I’m very sure Mr. Gill will appreciate your saying that. Is that all?”
“I was gonna cook up some dinner for Pops.”
“A dinner I imagine you were also planning on sharing with Roger?” Cold drawled, glancing between them knowingly.
“Yeah.”
