He opened his mouth to remind Mathlin to print that notice, to stop people from coming back to an empty bakery.
But he remembered Mathlin pressed up against him, panting softly as Titan bit and sucked on his throat. The lovebites were darker now, twin spots of purple on Mathlin’s neck like a claim.
Mathlin had seemed reluctant to put the notice up, too.
What if... they played this game of Pretend for just a little longer?
10
A COMPROMISED SECRET
“All that action,and none from the magical healing cock?”
Mathlin choked. “What?”
Hamilton rolled his eyes. “Healing magic, remember? It doesn’t only have to come from your hands. You have magic in every part of your body.”
Mathlin groaned. “I don’t think my cock is magical.”
“You’re making a very grave assumption,” Hamilton said severely, wagging his finger. “Magic is in your DNA. Your eyeballs contain magic. So does your tongue.” Then he gasped. “Maybe you can use the magical healingtongue.”
Titan eased into the passenger seat with a frown. “Ham. I haven’t discussed it with Mathlin yet. Let’s just get us home, and we’ll work out more things tomorrow.”
Hamilton shot Titan a serious look—the first that Mathlin had seen from him. “You’re feeling better.”
Titan sagged into his seat. “Yeah. Thanks to you and Mathlin.”
Mathlin blushed. He reached across Titan’s generous lap to buckle him in, ever so aware of Titan’s sheer size. Before he could shut the door, the alpha turned, looking him in the eye.
“You made today a lot better than it would’ve gone, Math. Thank you.”
“Um, you’re welcome!” Mathlin leaned back and slammed the door in Titan’s face. Then he realized how rude that was. He crawled into the back seat and met Titan’s gaze through the rearview mirror. “Sorry about shutting the door in your face?”
Titan shook his head, but he was smiling. “How else are we going to drive home?”
“We could do it with all the doors flapping open,” Hamilton said, “but we’ll probably be hit with a traffic violation. If you’re up for a full-body cavity search, I highly recommend it.”
Mathlin cringed. “You can’t have done that before.”
Hamilton cackled. “Who says I haven’t?”
A mental image flashed through Mathlin’s mind: Hamilton braced against the side of a police car.
Mathlin recoiled and squawked, “I’m not thinking about it!”
“You’re definitely thinking about it.” Hamilton wriggled his eyebrows. “You may have to practice with a big strong alpha so you don’t lose your cool during an actual body search.”
Mathlin peeked at Titan. Suddenly, he could imagine Titan crowding him up against a cop car, those large hands petting over his body, dipping into all his nooks and crannies in search of illegal things. He grew warm.
“But it needs actual working arms,” Mathlin blurted. Then he realized what he’d just said. “Oh gods. I didn’t mean I want to practice with Titan. I just meant—”
Titan coughed lightly, the tips of his ears turning red. “Let’s just get going, please.”
“Of course,” Hamilton sang, steering the car onto the highway. “I can confirm that the police are very happy to stick their fingers up—”
“Please tell me you haven’t tried to seduce a cop,” Titan said, his voice strained.
Ever so innocently, Hamilton said, “I haven’t tried to seduce a cop.”
