And why does his tongue always make my cock twitch?
Every lick, every suck—
Like he’s starving for me.
Like he’s drinking me up.
How is it that I’ve already caved to him? My fingers are threaded deeply in his damp hair.
When he pulls away, we’re both panting, but the frenzy has already taken over my mind because he’s gone too soon. A sound escapes me. A hum? A moan? Whatever it is, it’s a protest because I grab him by his shirt collar, and his smirk both irritates and stirs me up, as though he already knows what he’s done.
I pull his lips back to mine and he moans against me, “Baby,” even his voice in between his kisses is undoing me, “you have to let me go—so I can come over there—and fuck you.”
The protest from my mouth is incomprehensible.
He pulls away to place his forehead on mine with a fire in his eyes, “You can’t pull me over the counter.”
Fuck, whyisthis counter here?
Wait, do I even want him to fuck me right now?
That’s not what I came out here for?
Ugh. Focus.
I release him but damn it there are stars in my eyes as I attempt to rip the lust away.
“You got your hello.” My nose flares. “Now tell me what’s going on with Xavier.”
“That wasn’t a hello.” His voice is a rumble in his throat, and he looks just as undone as I feel, “That was a plea for a full conversation.”
“No, Reuben.” My tone is final and I steel my expression, “I can barely walk. And even sitting in this chair makes me feel like I’ll keel over and die.”
Reuben’s eyes narrow. We’re staring each other down for what feels like forever before his jaw twitches, “Fine.”
Small mercies.
“I gave Xavier everything we’ve discovered so far.” He pours milk into a small saucepan for me before placing it on the countertop stove next to us. I want to ask him why, but I also don’t want to distract him again. “He has a plan. We’ll hear from him soon.”
“Why aren’t you working on a plan with him?”
“He ran it by me.”
“… What I mean is, why are the roles reversed this time? You didn’t lead the last meeting either.”
His eyes dart to me briefly before shifting away. “We agreed a long time ago that Xavier leads all operations when it comes to the Harvester.”
There’s a story there for sure; for some reason, I’m reminded of the meeting room and the chaos I saw there. From the looks of it, Xavier’s been gathering every bit of information he could find on the Harvester for years.
And I rolled in and gave him a lead within minutes.
It’s no wonder he went… ‘off’ on me that day.
“Well, now that we’ve found him, why don’t we just kill him?” I rest my head on my fist, watching Reuben move around the kitchen, but his expression only darkens.
“Xavier… doesn’t want just the Harvester’s head anymore.” He pours the milk from the saucepan into a tall glass for me and slides it over the counter with a troubled look. “He wants them all. The ‘team’ supporting this guy, the backer… I can’t tell him no.”
I have a hard time believing that. I pull the glass towards me with both hands, and the heat is sinking into my palms and my body like a warm furnace on a cold day. My shoulders relax without them meaning to and when I take my sip, I can vaguely understand why he heated it on the stove and not the microwave. It doesn’t make sense, but it tastes better.
