I let the casual greeting go. “Why are you here?”
“Last night, several—well, more than several properties were torched.”
I accepted the coffee Danny offered me. “Are you here to tell me it was the same person who tried to burn my brother’s house down?”
His brow furrowed. “Uh…no.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Gideon, what the hell is going on?”
“What do you mean?” I sat on the couch, rested my ankle on my knee, and sipped my coffee. The need for a cigar was great, but I never smoked anywhere but in my office or outside. Lately, though, whenever Penn was around I was calmer—he was better than any cigar.
“You know what I’m talking about. Northchester has been peaceful for years, and now suddenly it’s a war zone.” I simply hummed. “Tell me.”
“Bainer, this is something you don’t want a part of.”
“I need to be a part of it. These are my streets, and civilians were hurt last night.”
I’d known that could be a possibility, but we’d also been aware—and had tried our best to ensure—that very few of the injured were civilians. “I’m sorry to hear that.” I sat forward and placed my mug on the table, and shot Bainer a choleric expression. “And these are my streets, not yours.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Gideon, I need to know.”
“Why?”
“I was up half the night dealing with this shit, and now I have the commissioner breathing down my neck.” His gaze drifted to the ceiling. “Word is, Lorcan has him on his side of things.”
I hadn’t heard that. I glanced at Danny—he dipped his chin and left the room. He’d find out about that. “I’ll handle the commissioner.”
Bainer’s attention snapped to me. “You can’t kill him.”
My voice rose slightly. “First of all, you don’t tell me what I can and can’t do. Second, I’m not a fucking idiot.”
“Do I need to prepare for a war?” His shoulders slumped.
I stood and slipped my hands into my pockets. “War’s already started. Have a good day, Chief.” I left him with his head in his hands and went upstairs to where Penn was hopefully still in bed.
He wasn’t in bed when I got there, but the shower was on. A wet Penn was just as enticing. I stripped off my suit and boxers, then entered the bathroom. He had his back to me, water cascading along his muscled shoulders and spine, disappearing into the crevice of his delicious ass.
“You just going to stare at me, you creeper?”
I chuckled and happily joined him. He turned as soon as I stepped in and like a magnet to steel, his lips met mine. I hummed as I fell into the moment. One of his hands cupped my cheek while the other gripped my waist. Our cocks brushed, our tongues tangled, and all the stress of Bainer’s visit washed away.
We only broke apart to soap our bodies and get clean. As soon as the last of the soap was gone, I pushed him against the shower wall, got on my knees, and swallowed his cock.
I was, without a doubt, addicted to Penn. His taste, his smile, those green eyes that continuously mesmerized me. I didn’t ever want to get enough of this man.
“Gideon,” he moaned, his fingers gripping my hair.
I wrapped my hand around my erection, chasing my orgasm while I desperately brought Penn to climax. I rested my head on his thigh, trying to catch my breath. He tenderly petted my hair.
“Get up, Gid.”
Slowly I did and met those emerald eyes. “You okay?”
He beamed, slid his hand to the nape of my neck, and crashed his mouth to mine, his tongue delving in…Shit.I was going to get hard again.
When he broke the kiss, he licked his lips. “Wanted to see how I tasted.”
“Shit, Penn.”
He shut the shower off, we dried ourselves, and while we wanted to tumble into bed again, I had a feeling after the visit with the chief today, a lot of shit was going to have to be dealt with.
