He huffed, but the pout was pretend. The smile in his blue eyes gave him away.
"I didn't think of it first either," Cass pointed out. He tucked the phone into the back of his dark jeans and pressed the button to call for the elevator.
"Would you have done it if you had?" Boner kept his words deliberately vague, mindful other people lived in the building. He wasn't judging Cass; he was curious to know the answer. It wouldn't bother him in the slightest if the other man didn't take part in cutting off any more fingers or toes, much less going any further.
Cass glanced over his shoulder, his lips pressed together.
"That's what I thought." Boner clapped him on the shoulder. "Nothing wrong with being squeamish. Not everyone is as fucked up as me and Harlow. And Archer."
"That's the thing," Cass said softly. "I think maybe I am. Did either of you… When you first…"
I didn't think it would have mattered if we were in public or not, he wouldn't have been able to bring himself to say all the words of the questions he wanted answers for. Not given how confronting those answers were.
Boner draped an arm over his shoulder. "It's like fucking. The first time is always messy.Usuallynot as good as it is later. Thing is, we have to start somewhere. I remember mine. All bodily fluids and regret. Now? I have skills, and a bigger dick."
"I guess so," Cass said. He looked like he was going to ask something else, but the elevator doors opened.
Boner's arm slid from his shoulder and we followed him into the car.
"I feel like I just became a professor at Vigilante University," Boner remarked. "Stick with me, young grasshopper, I'll teach you all our ways." He spread his fingers like a fan and gestured across in front of his face.
I snorted softly.
"What?" Boner glanced over at me. "You don't think Professor Boner has a ring to it? Better yet, Doctor Boner."
"Only if I get to be Doctor St. James," I said.
That sounded pretty good if you ask me. Although, there was nothing wrong with Chef St. James either. I'd worked hard to build my career and my restaurant. I owned every moment. Every drop of blood, sweat and tears.
Boner stepped over to me, cupped the back of my neck and whispered in my ear. "You can be anything you want to be, love. As long as you're mine."
"Ours," Cass corrected, that firm, dominant tone in his voice.
Boner looked over to him. "I love it when you talk bossy like that. Gets me going something fierce." His eyes darkened.
"Me too," I said, suddenly even warmer with Boner's body pressed against mine. The pulse in my pussy throbbed in response to them, and to our recent kill.
Watching a man die, one who'd tormented my sister, was its own special kind of satisfying and arousing at the same time.
"How about we—" The ping of the elevator and the doors parting in front of us interrupted Boner.
"Get to Cass' apartment and look into this phone," I finished for him, with some reluctance.
I'd love to stop for a fuck here in the elevator, but we had to act quickly. It wouldn't take long for someone to discover Fairfield was missing. What would they do then? Men like him didn't run off and hide. No, chances were, they'd try to figure out what happened to Granger Fairfield. Or should I say, who happened to him?
"Yeah, that." Boner looked equally disappointed, but he still hadn't stopped smiling. He adjusted his pants and stepped out of the elevator, drawing us out behind him.
We headed out into the cool of the early morning, the city still buzzing with activity. Pedestrians, cars, bicycles delivering food for after-midnight snacks. It never stopped.
I loved every minute of it.
"Have you hacked many phones before?" Boner asked, making casual conversation as we made our way down the street.
"One or two," Cass said. "You'd be surprised how much data there is left on a phone after someone thinks they wiped it clean."
"I'm going to guess…lots," Boner said. He nodded like there was no other possible response.
"Right. And this one isn't wiped," Cass said, tapping his pocket. "With any luck, I can bring up text and call logs."
