There was no space between us. My whole body throbbed with want, but we were at the side of an A-road. Quiet now, but not forever.
With a fierce reluctance, I pulled back. “Where is Cam?”
“He’s safe.”
“How do you know?”
“He promised and I believed him.”
“You are a fool for him.”
“Probably, but he’s not a liar.”
Saint held my face in both hands. I thought he might kiss me again, but he didn’t. He walked me backwards into darker shadows and pressed me against the concrete verge.
I let him, heat rising as I caught the gleam in his profound stare. “What do you want from me, wingman?”
He shook his head. “Foryou.”
“What is?”
“I want you to feel better.”
He spoke as quietly as he always did, but there was a peace in his wildness that had not been there before. An acceptance, though of me or of himself, I could not tell.
All I could say for certain was that the uncharacteristic calm looked good on him. More than that, itfeltgood. I sank into it and spread my hands, leaning back on the concrete. “You make me feel better by existing, wingman, but if you have other methods you would like to employ, I will not stop you.”
“No?”
“No.”
Saint was still gripping my face. He let go and skated his hands down my body, stopping at my belt buckle. He undid it and popped the button on my jeans, his gaze fixed on mine as I waited with bated breath. Cam had few boundaries, but I could not imagine him kneeling before me.
Saint was an unknown quantity. He was a gentle, intuitive lover, but I sensed a hunger in him too—a greed I recognised because it was all mine.He wants me.
And I would die a liar if I did not admit that I wanted him too.
I wanted him so much I did not care how. If he wanted to spin us around and shove me to my knees, I’d let him.
Saint was a proficient mind reader. He pushed my jeans away and wrapped his hand around my length, his lips at my throat. “You’ll never do anything for me that I won’t do for you a hundred times first.”
He sank to the ground and that sweet mouth was on my cock before I could snatch the breath he’d returned to me when he’d wrapped his arms around me in the first place.
A startled groan burst from my dry lungs. I hunched over, my hands flying to his hair. “You do not have to—”
Saint cut me off with a wicked roll of his tongue, and any notion I had that this was the first time he’d had a man in his mouth evaporated.
He gripped my hips and took me apart with a slow violence that made my soul bleed, the dark, cold night my only anchor to the world. Without the bitter wind, I’d have floated away on the bliss he gifted me, and I did not even mind that my trembling limbs became his instead of mine.
Low sounds of pleasure fell from my lips. I rocked into his mouth, gliding along his tongue, my cock so hard it was a gilded pain I could not give up.
The tension deep inside me loosened, not cured by Saint, but eased until it was overwhelmed by how it felt to be in the velvet heat of his throat.
I was overcome too. Pressure pooled in my belly, but I was not ready. I could not lose this moment so soon.
In my broken soul, there was an iron will that had kept me alive when men who did not deserve to lick Saint’s boots had made me kneel at their feet. I reached for it now and pulled out of Saint’s mouth, leaving just the crown of my cock on his lips. I smeared him with the sticky mess. It was filthy, but so was he, and he grinned, a beacon of light in the shadows where I stood.
“Are you sure you want me to come in your mouth, wingman?”
