“I can’t look mushy and I can’t smirk?” I ask as I pull out of him, grab his leg and flip him onto his back before pushing backinside of him. I love the way it makes him moan and arch his back.
He nods. “That is correct.”
“Then what expression might I hold?”
“The same one you wore the first night we met.”
“That was very much a ‘fuck my life’ expression,” I say as I try to deliver.
Leland laughs and pulls me down for a kiss. “Yes, that’s the one.”
His kiss deepens, his tongue tangling with mine while my hand grips his cock, stroking and caressing until he’s desperate for release. There’s this evil little monster in the back of my head that really considers torturing him like he did to me, but he’s drawn me so far into his world that I get lost in it, unable to hold back.
I thrust, driving inside of him as he moans and pulls me closer when he comes. I can’t last much longer and my balls tighten, the heat in my body rushing through me while I come inside of him.
I kiss him softly as I pull out of him. “So this means I get to go tomorrow?”
“It’s debatable,” he says.
I raise an eyebrow but he just grins at me before rolling out from under me and off the bed.
“I guess I should have magicked a box of tissues onto the bed as well,” he comments. “I was far too caught up in my desire to punish you.”
“And I still don’t quite know why,” I say while I follow him into the bathroom. He grabs some toilet paper to rub at the lube, but I steal another kiss from him first. “We’re going together or we’re not going at all. We’ll live down in this basement where you’ll never get to shoot a gun again. We’ll be like little hamsters in your cage.”
Leland gasps and draws back. “How dare you?”
“How dare I? How dare you!”
“You play a mean game,” he says.
“Do I?” I ask, rather confused when I’m positive he’s the one who made up this game.
“You suckered me into doing whatyouwanted.”
I’m still not quite sure I did, but if he wants to believe I won this round, I’ll take it.
TWENTY
LELAND
“Look at all of these suckers,” I say as I stare at the group all waiting to get on the plane.
“I… am honestly very confused why three-quarters of them are even here,” Cassel states. “Do they evenlikeyou?”
“I don’t,” Tavish responds.
Ellis gives Tavish a look. “That’s not very nice to say to one of your closest friends.”
“He’s not my friend, you pretty lad,” Tavish says as he smiles at his boyfriend.
The look Ellis is giving him tells me that Tavish isnotwinning this fight, no matter what happens. For a shockingly defenseless man, Ellis sure seems to know how to whip him into shape.
Tavish pretty much crumbles before that look and turns to me. “I like ya, I guess. I’m afraid Ellis will bend me over and spank my arse if I claim I don’t. And while I might enjoy it anywhere else, if he did it here, I might be a tad bit embarrassed, especially because that lady over there won’t stop staring at us.”
“Knowing Leland, she’s either an assassin or just really horny,” Micah says as he winks at her.
Everly looks mildly put off by this display, or maybe he’s just wondering why he’s involved. “I was promised that I would get to punch Leland if I showed up. He told me to bring my license and a clean pair of clothes in case I got his blood on me. And then, when I showed up, he shoved me into the back of a vehicle and here I am.”
