“Hey,” he said quietly. His blond hair was too long for the style he was trying to pull off and he had to shake his head to get his hair out of his eyes as he gave us a shy smile.
Jamie linked his fingers with his boyfriend’s and turned toward the dining room. “Boss,” he called, and Sloan stalked out to stand in the archway. It was as much a shock this time as it had been earlier to see him in jeans, but he hadn’t changed yet. He still looked ready to beat someone to death.
“Yes?”
We all flinched at the sharp tone.
“We got ours, and all my men are good now. Ya need anythin’ else today?”
Sloan waved and shook his head as Fionn came up to tap him on the shoulder and whisper something to him. Sloan turned away from us, and with his current mood I was fucking overjoyed to not be in his sights. Jamie ushered his boyfriend out the front door, which the butler had opened when he saw them approach, and murmured something in Hunter’s ear, then laughed. The ring on Hunter’s left hand caught in the chandelier light and winked at me. They were lovey-dovey, which was nice, and I smiled after them.
“They’re cute.”
Aspen snorted and shook his head.
“You don’t think so?”
“Nah, they are.” With almost no conversation we all went upstairs together. It would be nice to settle in for the night with Aspen and Vail... and maybe even Rowen and Cillian. I glanced at them. Rowen stared at the floor as he walked. Maybe he was thinking about everything that had happened downstairs. Cillian kept cutting glances at Aspen. I couldn’t help but notice there was a definite bulge at Cillian’s groin, maybe he was thinking about what happened downstairs, too. I shivered and sucked in a breath through my teeth, which had Aspen giving me a glance out of the corner of his eye.
When we were almost back to the room, Aspen stopped and opened a door on the left side of the hall, dragging me to a standstill beside him. Cillian snorted as he hesitated but kept walking, and Rowen glanced back at us, although neither of them said anything.
“What are we doing?”
Aspen urged me into the room without answering and flipped on the light switch next to the door. A black baby grand piano gleamed in the center of the space, lit from overhead by a miniature chandelier in the same style as the one in the entryway. A reddish-brown guitar gleamed on a stand in one corner, and a chair sat near the piano. The tang of lemon furniture polish hung in the air. The instruments were beautiful but had an abandoned feel, like maybe no one played them often. Against one wall there was a record player on a glossy black credenza that matched the piano, and I didn’t get to see too much more of the place because Aspen turned the lock on the door and swung me around to push me against a wall. A thud rang around the room and my shoulders ached.
His brown eyes gleamed and he let out a long breath, umber skin glowing with the overhead light right above us and his freckles standing out. I smiled a little and leaned forward to kiss one dot the same way Vail liked to do, and he huffed out a breath.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, sliding my hands up his strong arms to clutch at his biceps. My heart picked up pace. I wasn’t scared of Aspen exactly, but he didn’t usually do things that surprised me quite this much. He lowered his face, and I tilted mine back until my head smacked the wall.
“I wanted to ask... are you good?”
I blinked at him. The sparks of fear that had begun to burn went up another notch, but I couldn’t talk myself into making a fist or swinging it because this wasAspen. “What would you do if I wasn’t?”
He closed his eyes, but when he opened them again I could tell maybe he had a plan of some sort if I told him I couldn’t do this. I shuddered, and he shuffled closer. Would he hide me somewhere far away if I said I couldn’t kill someone? Would he leave with me? I could never in a thousand years do that to him, but the idea that he might care enough to try to make this better for me, if I couldn’t stand the thought of killing again... made me warm all over. He didn’t share, though, and I didn’t want to force him to make any decisions that could have consequences for him, his family, or the other guys.
We all knew the score when we joined the Company.
“I’ll be fine because I need to be fine,” I whispered. “I’ll be fine because I want to be with you guys again more than I want to have a fuckin’ breakdown about putting some bullets in some assholes who pissed off Mr. Killough. Being Conall’s bodyguard would be all right, I know that, but... it isn’t where I want to be.”
He nodded carefully, and I moaned when he leaned in and pressed his mouth to mine. The make-out session turned frantic, and the excitement from kissing him earlier bubbled to the surface faster than I would have thought possible. I was harder than hell in about two seconds flat, my dick throbbing and aching and trying to jab its way out of my pants. I let out an embarrassing high-pitched whimper when he palmed my trapped hard-on and lost the battle to wait for him, thrusting like we were halfway through fucking. I loved this and didn’t care if he knew I couldn’t live without it. Ineededhim. I couldn’t go back to pretending to be half of who I am.
“You’re going to keep doing well with all this shit and come home, aren’t you?” he murmured in my ear, and I nodded fast as he unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. He devoured my mouth as he dragged my leaking dick out into the open, and I clutched his shoulders, riding the sex high as he stroked my dick. I was so keyed up it didn’t take long for me to thrust into his fist like my ass was made of a spring.
“Fuck, Aspen.” I groaned. “I want it. I need to unload.”
“Do it, but then you’re going to be my boy. Take me. All of me. Right in your tight little ass. You’re going to scream and it’ll echo in here and everyone will know you’re getting split apart.”
Those dirty words sent me over the edge, and I pumped cum into his palm, quivering with the lightning strike of heat that blasted through me, tingled over my skin, and had my balls emptying. I was still breathing hard when he backed off a step. I couldn’t look away from his hungry gaze. “Pants off,” he demanded.
Nodding, not sure what the hell was happening, I toed off my shoes and slid my jeans to the floor. He grabbed my insulin pump, and I snagged it and hooked it onto my shirt collar, just to have a place to put it. Next my briefs hit the pile of clothes and I kicked them out of the way, and then he went to his knees in front of me, and I moaned at the sight.
“You’re so fucking handsome. I bet everyone’s jealous of us together, what do you think?”
His soft, amazing mouth twitched into a sly smile. “Turn around.”
Licking my lips, I watched him open his pants one-handed.
“Do it,” he murmured. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
