“It’s Friday, and your fuck vacation has lasted long enough.”
“Hey now, ya don’t know that’s what I’m up to.” I scowled, and his chuckle was just this side of annoyed.
“I do know, and I told you that I understood, but I also wanted you to do work while you were in New Gothenburg. It’s been two weeks. Fill me in.”
“Haven’t yet talked to King about that shite at the airport,” I said, figuring the fastest way to actually have a pissed-off Sloan Killough on my hands was to lie. “I do apologize, and you’re right, I’ve been occupied.”
He let out a long breath. “You’re normally very punctual with projects.”
“Aye, I am.”
“Tie this up. Talk to King. Let me know if you think you want to be based in New Gothenburg in the future, but either way, I want this job handled.”
“Aye, sir.”
“Tell me you at least got what you were after.” Killough’s tone had lightened significantly, and my heart scooted back down out of my throat to where it belonged.
“Aye, I did.”
“Good. Now if you can get your dick out of your boy, go talk to King.”
Rubbing at my eye, I tried not to get all huffy, as it would send the wrong message. “It’s notHunterthat’s been the trouble. King’s been putting me off.” Although it was because of Hunter that he was fuming, so that wasn’t the total truth. I didn’t figure that particular kernel of knowledge would help my case with Sloan any, though.
“Fine. Go see him today, or I’ll be there, and it won’t be as pleasant for him. Pass that along.”
“Ya know how much I enjoy handing out your messages, sir.”
He was laughing as he hung up the phone, and I blew out a long breath. So far I’d been basking in Sloan’s good graces, as I’d had a run of decent luck and rarely bungled a job, but I absolutely didn’t want to push his limits. We might both be Irish and in the Company, but he was the boss.
The next number I dialed, swift as could be, was King. “Is Hunter okay?” he asked, not bothering with pleasantries. I puffed out a long breath. Anyone would think I didn’t rate common courtesy.
“Your son is hale and hearty. Fit as ever. He’s napping.”
There was silence from the other end and I slapped my hand to my forehead.Why not just tell him I fucked him?“Uh, hell. The reason I called is, Sloan’s in a bit of a temper because we still haven’t talked about the reason I was supposed to be coming into town—other than Hunter.”
“Sounds like a you problem, not a me problem.” There was some talking on his end, and it seemed like maybe there were a few men with him. Perhaps he was at the clubhouse.
“Yeah, well, it’s Sloan, so it will be anusproblem if I can’t have a minute or two of your precious time today to speak about the airport.” I slammed a hand on the arm of the couch and stared around. Corbin wasn’t in here, so far as I could see, but that didn’t surprise me. He’d taken to prowling the outside of the house as often as he could when Hunter was here.
King hummed. “Where are you staying? I need to go do a few things, can pick you and Hunter up along the way.”
“Just like that? You’re going to be fine with this?” Neither of us was confused over what I was talking about, and we both knew it. He was a liar if he played stupid. Silence stretched out for far too long. I tipped my head back against the couch. Maybe this would have all been easier if I’d met Hunter before I ever did business with King, but then again, perhaps not. At least now, King had to come at me with a small measure of respect. I cleared my throat, and King sighed.
“Well, he’s with you all the time. I can’t have Killough aiming for you, can I? A target on you is the same as one on him.”
Inelegant as the observation was, I couldn’t fault the logic, so I didn’t bother to argue. I gave King the address for my lake house, and he hung up without any warning. I grumbled under my breath as I went to rouse Hunter and get his cute arse moving.
“Hey,” I said, flopping on the bed and shaking his shoulder. He sucked in a long breath and smiled in my direction without opening his eyes while I traced a finger along his soft cheek. My stomach trembled with warmth that had me leaning in to press a kiss on his temple. “How’re ya feeling?”
“Great,” he said, voice raw. He cleared his throat, and I found myself melting against him for a real kiss at the reminder of how he’d yelled so loud earlier as I’d stroked deep in his body. We made out for a couple of minutes before I was able to pull myself away, running my thumb along his bottom lip.
“Ya need ta get a move on. Your da’s on his way.”
He blinked at me, confusion digging a deep vee into his forehead, and then he bolted upright and scrambled from the bed, leaving him standing in the middle of the room naked. He wasn’t shy, so I took my time ogling his pale skin. My gaze got stuck on the thatch of blondish-brown curls surrounding his dick. I wasn’t much of a cocksucker, but it seemed I’d changed my tune because I almost wanted to risk fucking up with King to get him in my mouth again.
“Why is King coming here?” Hunter asked, and I flinched guiltily at the reminder that I had a job to do.
“Hafta speak with him, that’s why, and my time’s up. We need to decide… well, a few things.”
