For a moment, they held each other’s stare. Clay’s lips were swollen from their violent kiss, and his cheeks were red. Then Clay slammed inside him, going as deeply as possible. Scout couldn’t even blink. He couldn’t look away from the way Clay’s lips parted, and he turned even sexier with lust etching his features. Clay held his stare and rolled his hips, taking Scout atthe perfect angle. Scout was so enthralled, he didn’t look away or move. He just took it and lived the experience. Sex with Clay was hands down the hottest encounter he had ever had. Scout wanted to record every detail. He was probably the lousiest fuck Clay ever enjoyed. Scout was frozen with awe and all the goddamn emotions choking him.
He wanted time to stop. Scout had found what he craved having for the rest of his life, and Clay wasn’t his. It seemed there should be something he could say to convince Clay to keep him. Unfortunately, all his tongue knew was cries and moans. Clay was so fucking intense, he didn’t know if he would risk speaking even if he could. Scout wasn’t sure if Clay would rather fight him instead. There was so much rage in every thrust, but—somehow—the entire experience was beautiful. The pleasure won. It always did. The way his balls tightened and pressure climbed his erection wouldn’t be ignored.
“Don’t hold back.”
At Clay’s demand, Scout turned into the obedient piece of ass. He saw fucking stars as cum shot through the air. His cries bounced off the walls and were probably heard at the opposite end of the house. On the other side of the spectrum, Clay never made a sound. His motions quickened and then slowed before Clay kissed Scout like a starved man. Eventually, the thrusts stopped. Sweat and hard breathing ruled the moment. Scout floated in the clouds.
Intrusive thoughts hit. It was very possible that wasn’t the best experience for Clay. He didn’t know how to broach the topic, so he didn’t say anything. Since Clay kept giving him sweet kisses,Scout told himself everything was okay. Clay hadn’t grabbed his clothes and ran.
He couldn’t take it. “Next time, when I know to expect this level of phenomenal sex, I’ll be better.”
Clay chuckled and kissed Scout’s neck. “You’re thinking too much. That’s my job. I have no complaints.” His hand slid down Scout’s side. “I’m happy to hear you want a next time.”
Damn, Clay worried Scout wouldn’t want him again? Was he insane? “Why do I get the feeling no one has ever told you, you’re worth every second of their time? Because you’re worth every second of mine.”
Clay didn’t respond. He simply continued kissing Scout’s neck. Scout swore he felt Clay’s unhappiness like a weight on his chest. It was a third person in the room. While Scout had no idea what went on in Clay’s head, he knew he could make it better. Somehow, he would.
Chapter Seven
Theywenttobreakfast.Scout hadn’t realized such a small thing could feel so personal. Every new discovery with Clay made him want another. He had never been more terrified of becoming an addict. Truthfully, everything about Clay scared the shit out of him. They stared at their menus as if they were equally afraid to talk. Scout hated serious discussions. For his entire life, Scout had been forced to keep a tight lid on any emotions. Feelings were a weakness to be cut from them. The things they had to do required a cold detachment that was unbreakable. They couldn’t come home after murdering other human beings and feel what they had done. Their minds would never survive it. Maybe Scout’s mind hadn’t lived on beyond his childhood. Scout felt things. He felt them deeply. But Scout wasn’t good at expressing himself. As much as he hated when other people didn’t communicate properly, when it came to emotions, he wasn’t very good at putting his thoughts into words. It was a huge failing of his, actually. He would probably be a terrible boyfriend. As badly as he wanted to keep Clay tohimself, he wasn’t sure how to go about that or even if he could doom Clay to what would likely be a daily exercise in frustration for him.
Scout’s gaze lifted from the menu. He caught Clay staring. Clay smirked. Butterflies stirred in Scout’s stomach. Clay knew he could rock Scout’s world. Scout knew it too, and it fucked with him hard.
“Hey. I didn’t expect to find you here.”
A large guy with perfectly styled hair and laughing brown eyes appeared at the edge of their table.
A smile lit Clay’s face. “Jett. Hey. When did you make it to town?” Clay slid over in the booth as he questioned the new arrival… as if he knew this Jett guy a little too well.
Jett filled the empty space Clay made for him. “Late last night. I chose the last flight so I could make sure the house was good before leaving. You know me.” His gaze slid Scout’s way. “Who are you?” It couldn’t have been more obvious Jett was in the long line of men crushing on Clay. He sounded exactly like he needed to know his competition.
Clay nodded Scout’s way. “This is Scout. He’s one of the Agafonov brothers.” Clay motioned Jett’s way. “This is Jett. He’s a perimeter guard and doesn’t live on property.”
Jett eyed Scout. “What’s your specialty?”
Scout held Jett’s stare, letting him see the ruthless killer inside. “I shoot fast, accurate, and don’t mind getting close and making it personal.” Clay was his. Jett needed to recognize his place and stay there.
Clay jumped in, massaging his clavicle as he spoke, as if hurting. Oops. Scout had done that. “You should see him. He’s fucking amazing. I’ve never seen anything like it. Scout can hit the dead center of a dozen targets, on the move, faster than you can see it happen. He’s been trying to teach me, but I’m realizing it’s probably a skill best learned from childhood. My vision and reflexes can’t keep up or sync the way they should to do what he does.”
Scout couldn’t tear his gaze away from Clay throughout the entire speech. Clay looked and sounded as if Scout truly impressed him—like he was proud of Scout. Scout’s chest warmed. His throat felt kind of funny. He was like moved and shit. No one had ever bragged about him in that way before.
Jett glanced between them.
Scout saw the battle brewing inside Jett between losing hope or doubling his efforts. He had no clue which choice Jett made because he changed tactics.
Jett focused on him, turning friendlier. “I met a few of your brothers on the flight last night. Tracker, Shadow, Ridge, and Zeus.”
“Zeus isn’t my brother.”
Clay spoke over him. “Zeus is here?”
For fuck’s sake. How many men on this trip would Scout have to wade his way through to keep Clay’s attention? Goddamn. He was exhausted just thinking about it.
Jett focused on Clay and nodded. “Yeah. From what I gathered, he’s working on some project with Tracker. So he decided to tag along and help Tracker get the house here up to the same level of security as back home. In their downtime, they plan to put together some type of database. They didn’t give details, and I didn’t ask.”
Scout fought the urge to massage his temples. He truly hoped Tracker kept Zeus out of sight and mind. As far as Scout was concerned, Zeus was his only true competition. Clay didn’t look at anyone else the way he did Scout and Zeus. He honestly didn’t know which Clay would choose if given a real ultimatum. Zeus would never want anything serious. In fact, a one-night stand was likely all anyone would get from that guy. Unfortunately, Scout didn’t think he had much to offer someone as amazing as Clay, in the long run. What the fuck did he know about long-term relationships? Scout wasn’t sure if he could even be considered fully human. The more Scout thought about the situation he had gotten himself into, the darker his mood became. Then Clay’s foot brushed his beneath the table. Their gazes met and held. A weight lifted from Scout’s chest, allowing him to breathe. Happiness and a deep longing filled him. Somehow, he would convince Clay to be with only him. No matter what it took.
Breakfast had been interesting. While Scout had been the one to suggest going out, he had acted strange, and Clay couldn’t stop overthinking it. Before Jett interrupted, a few heated looks had passed between them. Afterward, Scout turned quiet. Their breakfast together went from feeling like a date to eating with a couple of friends. Clay fucking hated that. Every time he thought Scout showed signs of wanting more, Scout snatched his hope away.
