He lifted a shoulder elegantly in a move that reminded me his brother had been to visit recently. He often moved like Forrest when they’d been around each other, and that was a funny quirk I hoped to keep my secret forever. I never wanted it to stop, so I didn’t want to tell him.
“Again, my….”My love.“Imp. I need more.”
“I’m bored as fuck here.” He sighed, and I tried not to react the way I wanted to, with more hurt.
“I can get ya—”
“No, there’s nothing you can buy me.” He glared. “My whole life I’ve never had so muchnothinghappen, and you’re off to the city every few days.” He wasn’t accusing, only stating facts, but his jaw twitched. I couldn’t argue with him, either, because it was true. I’d been leaving him at least once a week for a couple of days at a time.
“I promised King I’d keep ya and Grant out of the way until that bullshite he was dealing with blew over.”
“There’s always something. If it isn’t the fucking Warriors, it will be… who even fucking knows.” He frowned and then bent and pressed a kiss to my neck. He nuzzled my skin and sucked on a sensitive spot directly above my collar. I gasped when he nudged me backward fast, and it was only his hand on the back of my head that saved my skull from cracking on the ground. He pressed his groin to mine and licked at my lips while I held on tight to him.
“Yes, whatever it is you’re doing, I want it,” I said on a laugh. I wrapped my legs around him, and he smirked down at me. Again, the difference between him right now, and what I’d been seeing lately, struck me like a fist to the jaw, and that matched what he was saying. But— “What the bloody fuck do ya want me to do, Hunter? Just tell me? Anything.”
“Really?”
Sighing, I pushed my body up against his and groaned at the feeling of hard muscles and a ready cock wriggling on top of me. “Yes, really.”
“You work for Killough, right? He has to have some job that needs done by someone who knows how to ride a bike.” He tilted his head down to widen his eyes at me.
I stared at him. “Ya want to go to work?”
He rolled his hips, and pleasure flashed through my gut as he ground his cock against mine. I planted my hands on his thighs and ran them up to squeeze his hips hard, and he let out a whimper that had my mind going foggy with lust.
“Again,” I demanded. He lowered all of his weight against me and ground us together, melting my mind of anything useful. I reached around and grabbed his arse, urging him on, but he stopped suddenly, and I thumped my feet against the tiles in protest.
He snickered. “I’ve been doing something with myself most of my life. I’ve never sat on my ass in a house, even a nice one.” He glanced around with a frown, but his lips softened toward a smile again when his gaze landed on me. “Besides, King didn’t say I couldn’t do anything at all. He just wanted me out of NG.”
“Yes, he was in fits of delight to hear about ya helping me with David Nunzio.” I sighed. “Though I suppose ya have to do your own growing, no matter how tall your father is.”
“Jamie?” He knocked his forehead against mine, and I almost crossed my eyes trying to look into his.
“Aye, my wee devil.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
He fucked himself against me, and the pressure between us had me fighting to keep my eyes open against the wave of anticipatory pleasure that twisted up in my gut. “It means… I may have a thing or two ya could do with me.”
He didn’t say a word, only peppered kisses over my face, which had me feeling ten feet tall.
“Wait! But only if ya don’t tell your da I let ya.”
He went up on his elbows and chewed on the corner of his lip, and I was almost tricked into sucking on it to stop him, when he cupped my cheeks with his hands and held me still.
“I won’t lie to King. I’ve been thinking of going home, even though I’d miss you. I’m just not used to downtime.”
Fear sank its claws into me and I wrapped my arms around him. “Don’t. I know you’re not happy right now. I’ve seen it. But I don’t want ya to leave. I’d do anything to keep ya here.”
He stilled. “Anything?”
“Anything.”
My heart fluttered and seemed to be engaged in a very bouncy dance in my chest. I’d never said that to someone. He stared down at me and tapped his fingertip on my lips. I stayed quiet because I sensed he was deep in thought, and I hoped the fact that he hadn’t packed up and left while I wasn’t home meant he wouldn’t decide to do that in the long run.
“You wanted me here.”
“Aye.”
