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I wake with Matt’s arms around me again, this time as I lie covered in my own cum.
Shit. I should’ve showered after; we both should have. The intensity of our emotions last night, though, combined with the physical efforts, wore us both out.
He’s sleeping so peacefully … I hate to move and possibly wake him. I ease my hips slowly forward and realize that Matt fell asleep with his cock still in my ass. Whether that was on purpose or not, I can’t tell, but it’s not an entirely unpleasant sensation to wake up to. Despite never having had anal sex before, I enjoyed last night. Multiple lovemaking sessions, taking turns sucking each other, basking in the afterglow of our love. Ten out of ten, would do it—dohim—again.
The steamy romance books Emily reads, or rather used to read, would call this my bi-awakening. I don’t know if it’s a true awakening, though. When I think about it, I’ve always been attracted to Matt. I just refused to admit it to anyone, even myself.
The flashes of Matt’s face whenever I was with Emily. Theway I craved the tenderness of his touch when he patched me up after I botched another assassination attempt on him. Those moments should have clued me in to my deeper feelings, but I hid from them.
I hid from him.
Once again, I try to ease out of bed without waking Matt, but I guess I’ll never succeed in that. Thirty-five years in the mafia have made him a light sleeper.
“Where are you going?”
“Shower. We’re both kind of sticky,” I say with a laugh.
“May I join you?”
Normally, I’d say no … but now, why not? We’ve both seen and done everything together. What difference does a shower make?
Oh yeah … Showering means we’re both naked. And now, apparently, that means sex.
Not that I’m complaining. Having Matt rail me while we wash off is amazing. We lather each other up, and with his fist wrapped around my soapy cock, he turns me around, slides into my ass, and starts fucking me against the shower wall. My cries of ecstasy echo off the vaulted ceilings in the bathroom, but, as always, Cinder and Gia are at it in their part of the suite as well. I swear, those women just instinctively know how to time things perfectly.
As we towel off after, I start to think about Matt’s aforementioned plans to rebuild the Syndicate. Though the past twelve hours have been amazing, it’s time to get back to work.
“So, Matt, what’s next? We’ve got a lot to do still.”
“Well,” he says, rubbing the water out of his hair, “first off, we need to get the attorneys together. I’ve got a list of people to recruit, and it’s going to take some legal finagling to get them all released.”
“You want to dowhat?”
Matt seems unphased by my outburst. “I want to bail out some criminals.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose with a sigh. “And I assume by ‘some criminals’ you don’t mean our people, especially since none of ours have been arrested recently.”
“Well, they’re not our people yet. But after we pay their legal fees and get their slates wiped clean, they might well become our people.” Matt walks over to his desk, turns his laptop around, and clicks a few buttons. Several inmate profiles flit across the screen. “These are hackers. Thieves. Hitmen. People who aren’t on the payroll yet, but who could be useful in rebuilding the Syndicate.”
“Matt, you can’t just bail out the biggest bruisers in Cellblock D. Tito was more selective in who he recruited to the Syndicate, and with good reason.”
“With all due respect,” Cinder chimes in as she walks through the door to her adjoining rooms with Gia, “Tito bailed me out. I wasn’t even a trained assassin at the time—just an angry sex worker who murdered her pimp. Now you two trust me to keep your biggest secret, so maybe following that same method isn’t so bad.”
I glare at Matt’s pretend girlfriend, irritated that she’s butting in. I know fully well where Tito found her, but that doesn’t mean we should copy and paste that strategy.
The tension is thick in the bedroom. Cinder stands behind Matt to his right, while I move to take my “official” position near the door with Gia. It’s just the four of us in the room, but we have to be careful. Anytime we leave the bedroom suites, we have to keep up appearances. Gia and I didn’t find any bugs or listening devices in here, but it’s better to be cautious.
Then, Matt says something that almost shuts me up:
“Javier has already tried to spring these inmates.”
Just the mention of my dad is enough to raise my hackles. If Dad wants them, we can’t let him have them.
Matt continues. “The judge is in our pocket, though, and owed Dad several debts that I wiped clean, so I bought us some time.” He points to the laptop, then voices my own thoughts aloud as if he could hear them. “If your father wants them, then at the very least we can’t let him have them. We need to recruit them first, before Javier can poison them.”
Fuck. That’s playing dirty. I cross my arms over my chest. “Okay, so say we bring in these street-level criminals. Where are they going to stay? We’re already doubled up in several rooms here at the mansion.”
