He sunk himself down on Romeo’s cock, never looking away.His hand tightened into a fist in Romeo’s hair, and he gripped the sofa cushion with his other hand to give himself leverage to fuck himself onto Romeo’s cock.
He rode Romeo hard, yanking his hair when he tried to lean in for a kiss.He wanted to watch Romeo come apart for him, wanted to ride him into oblivion, so Romeo let him.He rested the back of his head against the sofa, and through half-lidded eyes looked at Chad as he made Romeo come for the second time.
His magpie.
His Juliet.
His damned detective.
HisChad.
Chapter Twenty-One
Romeo kept Chad pressedto his chest, one hand at his nape, and his other stroking down Chad’s back.They hadn’t moved from against the sofa, and looking past Chad, Romeo assessed the room.
He’d flipped the table in his need for more space to get Chad down to the floor.
Coffee had hit the wall, and the cups and plate had shattered.
There were brownie pieces, and sugar all over the rug.
A fork
A teaspoon.
Keeley’s feet.
They were no longer in her high heels, they were bare.Her toes were pointed, stretched out in death.Romeo couldn’t see her face.She’d landed beside the armchair, leaving only her legs visible from his position.Chad had exhausted himself on Romeo’s cock and was more asleep than awake in Romeo’s arms.
Romeo frowned at a buzzing sound, darting his eyes around the room until they settled on his jeans.He did his best not to disturb Chad as he hooked them with his foot and dragged them closer.Chad grunted, shifting enough for Romeo’s spent cock to slip free of him.A gush of warm cum followed, dropping from Chad onto Romeo’s thighs.
The phone started buzzing again, and Romeo relented, taking a hand from Chad so he could pull the device free.
It was Chad’s phone.
And Josh was the caller.
