The sight of him like that sent a fresh new spike of adrenaline pulsing through my body. His asshole clamped tighter around me and the increased pressure had me shoving into him deep. The feel of his hard, firm muscles under me, his warm, strong grip on me with his free arm, and his legs begging me to stay, kept me buried deep in his ass.
The tip of my dick pulsed, and the rush shocked me with the most intense full-body sensation. Heat hit me and my head went light. My balls emptied, and I pumped cum into his ass while my insides flashed electric. The hammering rush of pleasure was over too fast, but the world was changed with that spectacular fucking orgasm.
Everything seemed different.
My dick still felt good where it was nestled, and I was in no rush to move. Jamie’s flushed face seemed more precious. Even the zipper on his fucking leather pants that had somehow gotten trapped under my right knee and was digging into my skin seemed amazing. I dropped there on him and buried my face against his neck. Sweat slicked his skin, and I licked a circle clean. Sucked. Bit down. He was mine now.
Jamie gasped. “We’re definitely fecking doing that again. How the hell did ya learn to fuck like that?”
I shrugged, and he chuckled weakly. We didn’t move for a few more minutes. I didn’t ever want to leave his body, but eventually he groaned in a not-sexy way and held his side, and I moved off him with a “sorry.”
“Never ya mind, but help me to the bed?” he asked, like maybe I would tell him to go to hell.
“Always.”
Jamie smiled, and even though I felt stupid for having said that, he looked appreciative, so I was able to not burst into flames. I stood up, turned back the covers on the bed, and then hauled him to his feet. He flopped down face-first, and I covered him with blankets. He closed his eyes with a small smile and tangled his hand together with mine. I lay down beside him, my front pressed against his back through the blankets, and stroked my fingers through his curls, avoiding the clump I suspected was matted with some of his blood. He looked so peaceful, sleeping on his stomach with his cheek pressed to the pillow. His breaths were long and even.
Emotions spiraled through me, some good, some bad. Not long ago, it seemed like I’d find myself in a position like this with someone else. Then it felt like the world was ending for a while. Now… this was so good.
The corners of my eyes prickled with tears and I blinked them away. I barely knew Jamie, but I never wanted to stop looking at his face, touching him, being near him. I stroked my fingers through his curls again and they came away smeared with red. Holding in a sigh, I thought about going to get Grant. The longer I looked at Jamie, with his dark, curly eyelashes touching his cheeks, the more the blood on my fingers pissed me off. I rubbed them together and thought about how that injury might have happened. Someone would have had to catch him by surprise. If I’d been with him, I could have stopped it.
Cautiously I slipped out of bed and found my clothes. After a quick trip to the bathroom to clean up, I dressed, checked that I still had his key in my pocket, and then left the room. I stopped off to get my boots because where I was going, I’d need them. I wasn’t disappointed when I found Corbin sitting a small way down the hall on a folding chair he must’ve brought from somewhere else.
“Who hurt him?” I asked.
“He don’t need mindin’ from his sweetheart. Don’t worry about it.” Corbin smiled at me like I should let it go, so I doubted I’d get any more out of him.
Thinking, I turned to walk away, and as I passed my room and kept moving, Corbin said, “Hey, where ya off to?”
I stopped but didn’t turn around, and instead I stared toward the end of the hallway. “Don’t know. New York City’s big.”
Corbin swore, and his fast footsteps behind me prepared me for him to pop around to block my way, but not for the confusion on his face. He tugged on his jacket and seemed like he was doing it to keep from grabbing me. “What do ya think you’re up to?”
I shrugged, and he swore.
“It’s Company business.”
“Is it handled?” I asked.
He smiled and put a light hand on my shoulder. “It will be. Nothing to worry your pretty head about.”
“By Jamie?” I didn’t like that at all.
Corbin snorted, maybe saw some of what I was thinking on my face. “I know ya get his sweet side, and ya should. You’re the one he’s after. But he’s more than capable on the street.”
The way Corbin was staring at me, like I was a fucking kid acting stupid, wriggled its way through me and set off the rage bomb that lived inside me. I fought with it, didn’t want to feel that way, especially when he was touching me and I was trying to think.
“Who fucked with him?”
Corbin dragged us closer to the wall and glanced around, like maybe it would make it harder to hear us this way, and then he grabbed me by the back of the neck. I shoved at him, but hetskedat me and stepped in until he had my head bowed with a surprising strength. He tilted his mouth toward my ear. “Some Italian wannabes who think they’re somehow going to buck two-hundred years of tradition and jackhammer their way into the mob. That isn’t how that shite works and ain’t never going to be. They don’t got the right sort of blood, so it isn’t happening. But they’re bucking to be associates, I expect. Running a minor protection racket just outside of Queens.”
“Where we were at the race?”
“Yeah, and they fuckin’ saw Jamie there earlier, and they thought we were trying to step into the small, insignificant fucking territory they’re working. So they jumped one of our boys who happened to be in the area running an errand for Killough. That could not fucking stand. One of Jamie’s many, many responsibilities is dealing with outside organizations over territory squabbles. Usually that happens at a pub or an office. Problem is, since they don’t belong with no one—”
“He decided to deal with them himself on the street.”
Corbin slapped my chest with the back of his hand. “Bullseye, and they proved better organized than we suspected. Now we know.”
