“I’m not going there to negotiate,” Clint’s voice dropped to a growl, and Jonah’s tail, gently swishing, went still as the pup’s deep brown eyes rolled toward the cowboy. “If he sent the shooters, he can kiss his ass goodbye.”
Axel shifted anxiously, his hand subconsciously pressing against the soft fur at the nape of Jonah’s neck. “He isn’t just one man. You’re entering his domain. Even if he’s at fault, how are you going to deal with him?”
“Last time, he met us at a remote location,” Clint said. “He brought only his right-hand man with him. Lord.”
‘You call him Lord?’
‘Seems fitting—since he brought me back to life.’
The two men had history—astory. But who didn’t? Clint didn’t give two shits howLordbrought “Lazarus” back to life. If Lazarus was the direct cause of those boys’ deaths, Clint wouldretractthat life. And if Lord got in the way, he wouldrecanthis as well.
Lord was two lubed fingers deep in Lazarus’s ass—about to be three—when a sudden knock on the door interrupted the moment. Lazarus tensed, his inner muscles squeezing Lord’s sizeable fingers.
“Boss?” came a man’s voice through the door.
Lazarus looked over his shoulder at Lord, who remained in position, his digits shifting slightly inside him as he gave his boss’s prostate a quick stroke. Lazarus’s lower stomach clenched along with his jaw, and his cock stretched longer between his thighs, dripping wetness onto the bed.
“What is it, Porter?” Lazarus growled, his eyes boring into Lord, commanding him to continue. Lazarus’s face pinched, aspasm twitching his left eye, as a slick third finger entered his ass. He inched his knees further apart, allowing Lord to go deeper.
“We have a problem, boss,” Porter’s voice was slightly muffled through the door.
Lazarus released a slow, hissing breath. His fingers balled the sheets into fists, his eyes pinching, as Lord’s large fingers pumped his ass wetly, stroking his prostate with each inward thrust. His teeth clenched, grinding out his words, “What problem, Porter?”
Lord grabbed his cock with his free hand and stroked it downward, milking clear juice from the tip, as he plunged his fingers deeper in.
Fuck.Lazarus breathed deeply, a quiver running through his tense muscles as his skin grew tacky with sweat. His hips rocked slightly, riding Lord’s fingers as the man squeezed his cock with only his thumb and index finger, wringing his swollen shaft from root to tip until Lazarus let out a quiet, guttural sound that rumbled through his chest and up his throat.
“A problem with the Sanitini enforcers,” Porter said.
The cowboy? Egyptian? Lazarus wasn’t the cowboy’s favorite person, but they’d had no issues since their last encounter.
Lord ignored the proposed problem and ran his fingers in and out of Lazarus’s ass, which had grown tense with Porter’s news, clenching the man’s digits. Lord stroked his cock with a controlled rhythm and pushed his fingers extra-deep, rubbing the pads of his fingertips round and round the sensitive walnut-sized gland deep inside his boss.
Lazarus grunted, and his hips jerked involuntarily. A jolt of ecstasy shot down his shaft, thickening his cock. A generous droplet of precum dribbled from the tip.
“What kind of trouble?” Lazarus swallowed, his throat tight, as heat flushed his body. He pushed against Lord’s fingers and rolled his hips slightly, stroking his dick through the “ring” of Lord’s thumb and forefinger.
Porter hesitated. “It requires some explaining, boss.”
“How imminent is thistrouble?”Lazarus asked tightly, his breath beginning to puff up his throat. “Are theyhere?”
“No,” Porter said. “But they might be on their way.”
Lazarus clenched his jaw harder as Lord thrust his fingers deeper, faster, his hand bumping his ass. His body rocked back and forth, slamming his ass on Lord’s fingers. The slick lube made an audible, wet,suckingsound. He absently wondered if Porter could hear. If so, the image in his head wouldn’t be the right one. His men weren’t aware of his and Lord’s “extracurricular” activities. He doubted most of them knew he preferred cock, since they only ever saw him with women.
At the mention of their imminent arrival, Lord faltered. Their last encounter with the Sanitini enforcers had been tense, to say the least. Lazarus shot Lord another look over his shoulder, and the man increased the pace again.
“Let me know when they arrive,” Lazarus said with a huff of breath. “And behospitable.They’re our guests.”
“Yes, boss.” Porter’s footsteps faded away down the hall.
Lazarus groaned and dropped his head forward, focusing on Lord’s large fingers slipping in and out of his ass, a hard shudder running through him.
“That get you off, boss?” Lord finally spoke, his voice low and deep.
“What?” Lazarus insistently rode his fingers, making demands with his body. Lord obeyed, giving it to him harder.
“Doingbusinesswhile getting finger-fucked by your underboss.” There was amusement in Lord’s voice.
