Goddammit.
He’s gonna break me all over again.
I’m a self-destructive motherfucker.
It’s the end of the business day. I’m sitting in a café in the heart of the city, I pretend the coffee in front of me is worth drinking. The place is quiet, warm, and full of people typing or reading or staring at their phones. My leg won’t stop bouncing.
The door opens.
Linus steps in, shakes off the drizzle, looks around and spots me instantly.
He glides through the room like temptation in human form. Button-down snug across his chest, sleeves rolled barely enough to expose the tattooed edges of his forearms. Slacks hug his hips like they are a custom fit. His dark hair is longer now and a thick beard covers his square jaw.
He doesn’t try to be hot. He just is. My cock stiffens the second I see him.
Always has. Always will.
When he catches my eye and smiles, tentative and crooked, my stomach lurches.
I’m done for.
He walks over, calm as ever, and I stand without thinking.
“Liam.”
“Hey.”
He slides into the seat across from me and sets his phone face down on the table. No handshake. No small talk. Unflappable fucking composure, considering.
For an impossibly long moment, neither of us speaks.
Two grown men pretending we don’t remember how it felt to share air like this. To frot our cocks together, desperate and leaking. To love each other so fiercely it nearly destroyed both of us.
He breaks first. “You look tired, so you do.”
“Tour ended yesterday.” I lean back and cross my arms protectively over my chest.
“Youse headin’ home soon?”
“A few days.” I relax a bit. “Padraig’s up at Connor’s new Belfast estate. Helpin’ him get it ready for his famous girlfriend.”
He nods. “Wow. An estate in Belfast. Sounds like a true rockstar move.”
“Aye.” I look out the window. It’s challenging to maintain eye contact with the one man who owns you.
Silence again.
I glance at his hands. Strong. Capable. Once they explored every part of my body. “Congratulations, by the way. Seems like you’re livin’ the dream. Isis Management’s a big deal.”
“Thank you, it’s doing well. Movin’ operations to LA soon.” He doesn’t take his goddamn eyes off me. We both know we’re not here to talk business.
“Avonna seems to be the magic sauce.” I don’t mean to bring up his client and I certainly don’t mean for it to comeout so sexual. Like I’m already thinking about her mouth on my cock.
But hell. I am who I am.
The woman is a fucking knockout. Voice like velvet and razorblades. The deep pain behind her eyes makes you wanna fuck her and protect her in the same breath. She played a few of the same festivals with us this summer. Lit the place on fire and walked off stage like it was routine.
She’s unreal. Exactly my type.
