Gabe held up two fingers.
“Good.” Damian spat in his hand and smeared it on Gabe, on himself. He pushed his fingers into Gabe’s mouth. “Suck.”
Gabe did, a rush of warmth running down his body to his groin. He moaned when Damian pushed deeper, flooding his fingers, his taste driving him crazy. Tugging a bit at that tie around his wrist.
Damian pulled his fingers out and pushed them inside Gabe. Grabbing the tie on his wrists when he tried to squirm away. “Stay put.” Holding his wrists tight whilst he fucked him with his fingers, pushing deeper, listening to his mewls. He leant down to his ear, a swift lick, a whisper. “Still ok?”
Gabe nodded.
Damian kissed his way down his spine, then straightened and pulled on Gabe’s wrists. “Arch up…”
Gabe did, almost mad with lust. A deep moan when Damian pushed in, that pull on his wrists and shoulders just enough to bathe his mind in pain.Fuck.
Damian had to breathe hard not to lose it. He grabbed Gabe’s hair and tilted his head towards the windows, their reflections playing in the glass. “Look at you, little fuck…” Thrusting deep, hard, watching Gabe’s lips part. Holding him tight, his wrists, his hair, rocking his hips into him, floating on his moans and mewls, but he kept an eye on him, on his face in that glass. Knowing the sounds he made by heart. Fucking him harder, letting his wrists go to grab his hips. Gabe’s mewls turning into sobs.
A ripple of anguish running down Damian’s spine, so he slowed, leaning down to him. “Hey… still ok? Don’t suffer…”
Gabe just smiled through his tears. “All fine…”
“Sure?”
“Yes…” Parting his lips for a kiss, letting Damian rock him. “Please…”
Damian just held his hips softly, rocking him gently, kissing his neck, his shoulder blades. Nibbling, small bites. Feeling Gabe clench around him as he lost it, crying. He pulled out and undid the tie.
He turned to Gabe and held him tight. Soft whispers against his neck. “I love you. Love you so much…” Pushing him away a bit to look into his eyes. “A bath would do us good…”
Gabe just smiled at him, his face marred by tears. “Yes, please…”
Damian frowned at the light in his eyes. “We are going bathing, ok?”
“Sure thing…”
Chapter 22
CassieshowedDamianherphone the next morning. “The press aired the sale.”
He took it, reading the article, unsure if he should be fuming, a cool calm in him, somehow. Even if it had been vile, detailing how he had thrown away his family’s hard work, his heritage. Digging some old photos out taken when he had left clubs drunk with his friends, tugging some half-dressed women with them. Other articles, digging into what he had with Gabe, trying to figure out what had happened on that island. Brushing the possibility of him going mad, losing it in that forced solitude with another man.
His lips twisted up as he handed the phone to Cassie. “Perfect…”
Her worried eyes. “It’s just the beginning… They might find you and then it’s the paparazzi on your back.”
“Let them come. I have nothing to hide.”
She put her hand on his arm. “Dad… this will get at you. Even if you play the tough guy. And Gabe…?”
“Shit.” Watching him walk out of the shower, drying his hair.
“What’s up?”
“The press will be on our necks soon. You can read those articles later if you want. We need to settle the kid first.”
Cassie’s heart raced. “We’re picking him up?”
“Yes. Today. Tell the old woman. I need to call that private nursing home. They might have a room. Actually, they will have a room.” He picked up his phone, googling the number.
Gabe’s puzzled voice. “Those places are hard to get into. How can you be so sure?”
