Not even two weeks. Then Leo will be here all the time because like hell am I not moving him in here immediately. In fact, it wouldn’t shock me if Jordan’s already planned the move to happen on Monday, to empty Leo’s apartment so there’s no chance of him backing out.
Not that either of us seriously think he would back out.
I strip and, after getting ready for bed, I fall into it and turn on the TV for company more than anything, setting the timer so hopefully I’m already asleep when it shuts off.
After a few minutes I still can’t get comfortable and then realize why.
Rolling over I stretch, reaching for and retrieving my leather collar from the nightstand drawer.
Peace fills me as I buckle it around my throat.
There. That’s better.
Maybe I’m alone in bed but I feel less alone by wearing it. I know my men are thinking about me and love me, and I’m never far from their thoughts the way they’re never far from mine. With our hearts so thoroughly entwined it makes me miss their presence even more keenly.
Still…
Despite my exhaustion, sleep doesn’t come.
Mostly because the darkness, broken only by the flicker of light from the TV, allows too many shadows in my soul to make their unwelcomed presence known.
Until the TV finally shuts off and I’m still lying here, wide awake. Yet I can’t motivate myself to grab the remote to switch it back on.
It’s nearly three a.m. when the lock beeps on the door to the private living room and it swings open, revealing Jordan, still in his suit but with his tie off and his top two shirt buttons unfastened. I don’t move, knowing in the dim light that he can’t see my eyes are open.
I watch as he sheds his blazer, leaving it on the bench at the end of the bed. He then toes off his shoes before slowly crossing the bedroom, heading toward the bathroom. I know he’s moving by muscle memory because his eyes are still adjusting after having stepped into the bedroom from the more brightly lit living room.
I’m about to call out to him until I get a whiff of something. It’s an achingly familiar scent I would know even if I was completely blindfolded.
Him.
Not Jordan—Master.
Sitting up, I crawl down the bed and grab Jordan’s blazer from where he left it on the bench and I’m not too proud to admit I shove my face in it and draw in a long, deep breath.
It’s not just Leo’s scent mixed with Jordan’s filling my nose but the unmistakable scent of sex.
Obviously they fucked. That’s not unexpected.
Whatisunexpected is the wave of irrational, jealous lust that washes through me like a tsunami, flattening every rational thought in my brain. I climb out of bed and I’m about to go after Jordan when he emerges from the hallway and pulls up short. His night vision’s probably fucked again from being in the bathroom.
“El?” He walks over. His shirt’s still on but completely unbuttoned now and the tail’s pulled out of his slacks. He didn’t wear an undershirt and my eyes focus on the dark bruise of a hickey shadowing his abs, which wasn’t there earlier.
One I didn’t put on him.
I grab him and pull him down onto the bed with me, rolling on top of him, my mouth crashing over his and taking back what’s mine. Without ending our kiss I use one hand to unbuckle the collar from around my neck. Keeping him pinned with my body and with our kiss, I buckle the collar around his neck before sitting up.
Yeah, I definitely smell sex on him now, the slight metallic tang of cum mixed with the sweetness of lube.
Leo sent him back to me fuckedandmarked and, goddammit, while I love that sadist this boy ismine.
Checking…yep. The ring is on his finger.
I raise up enough to unfasten his slacks. I shove them and his briefs down his slender hips, jerking them off and casting them to the floor. “Did he fuck you?”
Except he can’t answer because I lean in and capture his mouth in another bruising kiss. He’snotgoing to sleep tonight likethis.
Not untilmymarks are the last ones on his flesh, andmycum’s the last in him.
