But I don’t respond. I don’t ask if he got up in time, no chit-chat—nothing.
Besides, I’m ass-deep in playing catch-up.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to busting my nut inside the boy’s ass in a few hours.
And making Liam watch me do it.
How long can I keep this up?
Well, they spent three weeks, give or take, doing this. I might drop being an asshole at that point, depending on how they react, but Ward’s still going to belong to me for the indeterminate future.
When—or even if—I change that remains to be seen.
* * * *
I make a point of arriving at the hideaway fifteen minutes early so I can prepare. The boy arrives before Liam, at five ’til, and earns bonus points from me for it.
“Good boy.” I snap my fingers and point at the floor off to the corner.
He immediately steps over there and kneels.
There admittedly is something sexy about a suit-clad US senator kneeling and awaiting your command.
When Liam arrives four minutes later, I don’t even look at him. “Lock it behind you.”
I hear the latch catch and I’m aware of him standing there, awaiting my next order.
Finally, I turn and look at him. “Jacket off. Sit on the couch.”
He does without question or comment.
When a twinge of panic rears up in my soul, I mercilessly squash it.
There’s no room for that. Not now.
I know I yelled at these two for doing exactly what I’m about to do in here, but I have a reason for it.
See, if I had left the situation hanging where they’d fucked around in here and I had not, I’d never be able to set foot in this office again. Not without my imagination conjuring every possible dirty thing they might have done here together.
It would eat at me.
So I need to own it the way I own Ward, and that is by putting my own memories into place here.
But Liam doesn’t get that explanation. If he doesn’t realize that after all our years together, I’m not going to tell him now.
I’m also pissed off it wasn’t me he was fucking in here on the regular.
I pull out a condom pouch. Fucking bare at home is one thing. Here, at work, it’s a logistical nightmare. I point at Liam. “Hands behind your head, and keep them there.”
He complies. I feel the weight of his gaze on me as I grab one of the large garbage bags I already removed from the box of them I purchased earlier and drape it over him, tucking it into his collar like a lobster bib.
From the way his left eyebrow arches, I know he has questions, but he’s keeping his mouth shut.
Thankfully.
I crook a finger at Ward to stand and approach. “You prepared?”
He blushes. “Yes, Sir.”
