“I have no fucking clue,” I tell him honestly. “I don’t think my middle name is widely known.”
“Yeah, I didn’t know it.”
“But it’s weird that he’d have a ring on a chain to start with, and also with a name that isn’t his.” I think about it for a minute then decide to dismiss it. “It probably doesn’t have anything to do with this anyway. Maybe it’s a family ring.”
“You’re right, we need to focus on... everything else.”
I think it hits us both all over again how insane this is about to get, because we don’t speak another word the whole way home.
“Come with me,”I mutter and grip Colby’s hand tight as soon as we walk inside. I made a decision as we were waiting for the second bug sweep to finish, and not dealing with shit hitting the fan seems like a fantastic idea right now.
“What? We need to tell Rory and?—”
“No we don’t.” I cut him off and have to drag him up the stairs as he keeps questioning me. He shuts up when I pull him into my room and he sees it for the first time.
“Eian, what’s going?—”
I take his mouth in a hard kiss, gripping the sides of his head so he can’t pull away. I don’t want any space between us, but he still manages to wrench us apart.
“We have to plan, we have to?—”
“No, we’re going to think about all that later. Right now we’re doing this because I loved how fired up you got over Daniel.”
His answering growl is adorable.
“Don’t dismiss that. He clearly knows you well enough to?—”
“He doesn’t.” I have to stop that train of thought right now. “No one acts around me like you do, Colby. No one’s ever gotten jealous over me before.”
“What?” he sputters for a second and shakes my hands off. “I wasn’t jealous,” he clearly lies.
I go for his throat, sucking the soft skin right where his pulse drums a hard beat, and this time wrap my arms around him like a vine so he can’t get away again.
“Yes you were. And it was fucking hot, baby. But I only want you.” I speak between licks, kisses, and soft bites.
“It was just so unnecessary, and totally unprofessional.” So prim, and offended. I hide my snort against his skin and that just fires him up again. “He was drooling all over you and I wasright there.”
“Yes you were,” I murmur, and straighten again to kiss his lips once, twice. “It’s okay, sweet Colby. He doesn’t matter. None of it matters because I only want you drooling over me.” I sneak a hand under his shirt and tease the skin of his belly. “Let me taste you, sweet Colby, and make it up to you,” I croon.
“It’s the least you can do.” His aim at aloofness falls flat—his breaths are already laboured and the hard ridge of his cock is pressing against my thigh. That’s fine by me. He can keep trying to act unbothered, because...
“I’m going to enjoy feasting on you, showing you how much I want you.”
This time the kiss is deeper, slower, hard enough to take us both over, but I walk him backward toward the bed, and when his legs bump against the mattress, I push him lightly so he falls onto his back. He’s quick to lean up on his elbows, but finally seeing him like this, finally getting him inside my room, I lose the little patience I had.
I drop to my knees as I unbutton his jeans and pull them and his briefs low enough that his dick jumps out.
“Fucking perfect,” I growl, and circle him, then I get my first taste. It’s just a lick of the tip, but the tiny drop of precum only makes me want more. “I’ve been dreaming about this, Colby,” I confess.
“Uh-huh,” he says breathily and nods slowly.
I look up and see his tongue going on a lazy journey over his lower lip, and I mimic him, doing the same to his cock, then swallow him whole.
“Eian,” he shouts. “God, yes.”
“Keep it up, baby,” I say when I pull back for a breath. “No one but me will hear you.” Then I go right back in.
“That’s good. That . . . God,” he moans.
