I sighed and glanced around the room he’d stuffed me in. There wasn’t anything particularly interesting. The area was exactly as I’d imagined it would be—all cold gray walls and a single bed that looked like it could break at any moment. In the corner was a toilet and a sink, and it looked like the jail cells I’d seen on true crime shows I secretly liked to watch in my spare time.
The door opened, and I spun around, my heart thumping so loud it was like jet engines in my ears. Seeing Sloan step in was one of the best things that had happened to me in the last few weeks and the sight knocked the breath right out of my chest.
“Sloan . . . .”
Guards stepped in behind him, and I slid my gaze down his body, finally picking up on his hands cuffed in front of him. They unlocked the cuffs and retreated, leaving us alone again after slamming the door closed. The entire thing was a stark reminder of where we were.
He’d changed in the short time he’d been here. The dark roots of his bleached blond hair were growing and taking over, while exhaustion bruised the skin beneath his eyes. This man standing in front of me wasn’t my Sloan, not fully. The confidence he usually exuded was dwindling and there was fatigue in his gaze that made my stomach roil.
“Sloan.” I shot forward, and he opened his arms, drawing me against his strong chest as I burrowed into his solidness. He drew me in securely, and I curled my arms around his neck, gripping him tight. The cold, hard scent of soap I wasn’t familiar with fanned out around him, and I scrunched up my nose. Thiswasn’t my Sloan. He’d always smelled more earthy. Warm. Now, the staleness of jail lingered on his skin. “Boss.”
“Shh. It’s okay, Pet. I’m here.” He stroked my hair, and I shuddered at his touch. It had been far too long since I’d had his hands on me and the thought of having to walk away from him again was unbearable. Life with him made sense, but without himit was a mess. I missed him, even though I heard his voice regularly.
When he released me, I stumbled back after losing my balance, but Sloan grasped me before I could fall on my arse.
He frowned. “Are you okay?”
I took a deep shuddery breath as a wave of heat rolled through me. Nausea swelled in my stomach, but I pushed the sensation away as much as I could. I gave him a small smile. “Just missed you. Being here in the same room is overwhelming.”
Sloan’s eyebrows furrowed and he stared at me for too long, his sea blue eyes narrowed curiously, before finally, he gave me a sharp nod. He believed me. Smirking, he stroked his thumb down my cheek and across my jaw. “I thought you missed my cock.”
“It’s attached to you, isn’t it?” I teased, earning a laugh from him.
“Last time I checked it was. Want to make sure?” He raised one eyebrow, and my heart flipped, a new kind of heat spreading through me.Thiswas Sloan Killough. Some of his fire returned, making his pale cheeks flush a little brighter.
“Come here.” I dragged him close, mouth slamming over his. We only had an hour, so I was going to make the most of it.
6
CONALL
The brown monstrosity he was wearing had to come off. It clashed with his skin tone, making him seem pale, and it was a horrible reminder of where we were right now. The sooner I ripped off his clothes, the better.
I tore at the shirt first, yanking it over his head and breaking our kiss long enough to throw it away before my lips attached to his again. I couldn’t get enough of him. It’d been too long since I’d felt his mouth on mine, and I wasn’t going to waste one precious second. He was warm against me, his arms strong as they wrapped around my hips, dragging me as close as I could get.
I clutched his face, the need to map every inch of his body again so strong that I thought I would die if I didn’t. His taste exploded on my tongue and a deep ache formed in the hollowness of my chest. Fuck, I missed him.
He drew away, and I whimpered, desperate for his mouth on mine again, but when I chased his lips, he laughed and held his face away. “Pet, not so fast.”
“Yes, fast. I fucking missed your cock. And you.”
“Language,” Sloan reprimanded in a gentle tone with none of his usual seriousness. His dark eyebrows dipped and he released my hips to stroke a thumb over my bare neck. “You don’t have your collar on.”
I pouted, shoulders dropping. “Ronan said they would make me take it off and he wanted it safe. So, he has it in the car. The rest of my belongings are in alocker.” I frowned. “The guard that led me in here was a prick. He was disrespectful.”
“Which one? Hanson?” He shook his head, lips pressed together. “Don’t worry about him. I’ll deal with him when I’m out of here. Trust me. No one treats you like that.” He dipped down to lay a short gentle kiss on my lips.
I tilted my chin up, hoping to get something deeper, but he shifted away again.
“How is Fionn? How are the men treating you?” he asked.
“Fionn’s good. I’m taking care of our son.” I smirked when he laughed and pinched my arse. “He won’t call me papa, though. Can you talk to him? I’m hurt.”
“Stop being a brat.” His face softened, though, and I suspected he really missed my banter. “And the men?”
I hesitated, offering him a smile. Since I wasn’t kissing him like my life depended on it, my body reminded me of the aches and pains. My head throbbed, and I closed my eyes for a short moment, blinking away the harsh light of the room. I needed to get this back on track and quick. Maybe I could forget about my soreness for a little while with a different kind of pain—the pleasurable one. “How about we don’t talk business? I want your cock in my arse. Is that too much for a man like me to ask?”
His gaze slid over me, and I froze. Sloan had always been perceptive, and I wasn’t sure if I could hide how I was feeling around him. The twist of his lips was a sign he was seeing more than I wanted, so I needed to distract him the only way I knew how. This wasn’t about me.Hewas the one in jail.
