Kyle lifted his head, meeting Jamie’s searing gaze as his body moved to Jamie’s rhythm, chasing the rising heat in his body.
“You’re everything I want, no matter what people will say, do you understand?”
Kyle didn’t want to believe the words because he knew where he had started, where he came from, and it was nothing like the throwaway richness of this house and the glittering world Jamie was born into.
“I wantyou, and that’s the truth under everything we’re gonna do.Because I’m not letting you go, Kyle.”
The knot of anger from earlier he hadn’t quite let go of unfurled in his chest, leaving him feeling lighter than he thought he had the right to be as everything became too much.
“Say it, Kyle.I want to hear you say it.”
“Yours,” Kyle moaned, his voice breaking as he came.“I’m yours.”
His entire body shook andshookthrough his orgasm, mouth falling open on a sob as Jamie stroked him through it, milking every last drop of cum out of his cock until nothing was left.
They stayed like that for several minutes, just breathing, their pants undone and clothes a mess.Kyle was sitting sprawled in Jamie’s lap on the edge of the bed as they held each other, foreheads pressed together and eyes closed.Eventually, Jamie gently pried one of Kyle’s hands off his shoulders and lifted it to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to the arch of Kyle’s knuckles.
“You and me,” Jamie said into the quiet between them.
Kyle brushed his mouth over Jamie’s, lips barely moving.“Okay.”
06
RECON BY FIRE
“So what, exactly, is your plan?”Liam asked as he twisted around in the front passenger seat of the SUV to look at Jamie.“And your suit bloody well screams rich wanker.Excellent choice.You should give me the name of your tailor.”
“He’s in New York,” Jamie said.“And the plan is we get Jansen to bite.”
Jamie wasn’t looking at Liam but out the side window, watching the streets blur by.The London megacity was different from most others in the world, and its strict building codes hadn’t lessened over the centuries.Rather than building up, London had merely spread out.
Over the years, the border of Greater London had crept outward, swallowing surrounding towns in a sprawl of urban life twice its original size, linked by new stretches of the Tube and faster maglev trains of the National Rail.The Thames had been walled off generations ago.The Thames Barrier, and the more distant seawalls and canals along the tidal zone, were rebuilt larger and stronger to handle the surge of rising sea levels.London’s many bridges still stood, a testament to British engineering in the face of climate change.Council estate towers were scattered throughout the megacity in drab clusters, the only buildings of substantial height outside of Central London’s skyscrapers.
The wealthy flocked to London as a money sink against greedy native governments, buying luxury properties and vehicles as a financial foothold in England.When they weren’t doing business, they were out to have a good time, but the local pub was never going to be good enough.London’s nightlife was rivaled by few others.It didn’t surprise Jamie that Jansen had chosen this megacity as his hunting ground.
Swanky VIP nightclubs and high-end cocktail bars lived and died on trends.Vesuvius was Jansen’s third nightclub in as many years, in as many countries.That it was the most popular so far was due to word of mouth and the power the man exerted over those he’d blackmailed into a life of crime.
“You’re as tight-lipped as ever,” Liam said when it became obvious Jamie wasn’t going to elaborate.
Jamie smiled thinly.“Trust me.We’ll get the job done.”
Preparing for the job had started hours ago with all of them getting ready for a night out on the town.Donovan and Annabelle were their drivers for the night, both of them wearing dark business suits to blend into the background.They’d stay with the vehicles after dropping the rest of them off and remain on standby until they were needed.Madison and Trevor were coming into the club as their bodyguards and were dressed in similar suits as the other two, the cut just a little classier to more easily blend into the environment.
Jamie wore a dark gray suit that wasn’t flashy in the least, but its understated elegance drew the eye anyway.He’d put on a platinum Rolex that reflected the light every time it peeked out of his suit cuff, the watch more a status symbol than anything else.Liam was dressed the same way, the tight cut of his suit jacket making it impossible to hide a gun.Not that he needed one when, as an electrokinetic, he could toss bolts of electricity from his hands with deadly accuracy.Still, they were supposed to act like they were human on this mission, and the lack of a gun was making them all a little twitchy.
Especially Kyle.
Jamie glanced at where the younger man sat beside him, staring out the other window with a bored expression on his face.Unlike himself and Liam, Kyle wasn’t wearing a suit.Jamie had picked out the clothes he wore because a man of Jamie’s status had particular tastes and liked to show them off.In this instance, that meant showing Kyle off.
Skinny black jeans from a designer label were tucked into a pair of leather boots with far too many straps and buckles wrapped around them to be functional.The dark blue button-down shirt he wore was untucked and wrinkled, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the top two buttons undone.The scorched ends of his hair had finally been trimmed before it was styled in a way that gave the impression he’d rolled out of bed.
Jamie was reminded, rather abruptly, of the first night they’d met.The way Kyle had looked on display on that barstool, a need in his eyes that still to this day went straight to Jamie’s cock.
“Almost there, boss,” Donovan said.
Jamie wrenched his gaze away from Kyle’s face, reorienting himself.Liam gave him a long look from the front seat before raising a single eyebrow without saying a word.Jamie did the only thing he could, which was ignore the other man in favor of the job at hand.Donovan was right.They were almost to the club.
Vesuvius laid claim to a square building situated in the middle of what passed for a block in Camden.From the outside, it was all wall, no windows, just a single door in the center manned by several bouncers whose job it was to make sure only those on the list made it inside the vaunted doors of London’s current hottest nightclub.
