“It’s a shitshow. Four guards were wounded, one of them critically. Two guards are missing, presumably because they helped those assholes escape. The inmates wore guards’ uniforms when they attacked the ambulance. The rain obscured their faces, so when the driver realized something was wrong, it was too late. Biancchi and I interviewed the witnesses, including the Crusher’s goon who faked the heart attack.”
“What did he have to say?” I said, handing him tequila.
“Not much, because he died before we could pull it out of him. His pals knifed him before they fled to make sure that he wouldn’t talk. They ditched the ambulance in the woods nearby and left in some other way. Marcello thinks Santiago is headed our way, and I’m inclined to agree.”
“Then he’s stupid,” I said, glancing at him. “You take your coffee with cream, right?”
“Yeah, thanks.”
When I put the mug in front of him, Adam gave me a hungry once-over.
“Come here.”
“Drink your coffee first.”
“Why?”
“Because I made it with a special kind of cream.”
He frowned in confusion. “What kind of cream?”
“You know… the one that you like so much.”
When the realization hit him, his cheeks turned rosy. It was the first time I saw Adam Markland blush, and it filled me with an unholy amount of satisfaction. I managed to shock the fucker, and he deserved it.
“You didn’t,” he said, bringing the cup to his nose and sniffing.
“I did.”
So, yeah, maybe I jerked off after the shower and saved my cum for him, but hedidsay that he liked the way I tasted.
Adam took a sip, looking at me over the rim of the mug.
“Mmm,” he hummed. “This is the best coffee I have ever tasted.”
“There’s more where that came from,” I said, trying hard not to laugh. “Although we should probably wait for the others to leave before I give it to you.”
“You’ve got me excited,” Adam said with a painful expression, looking down at his crotch where his erection tented his pants. “Fuck you, Jordie. Now I have to shower in cold water.”
“Oh, I did that?” I said with a pout.
“You won’t ask me that while riding my dick, you little shit.”
With that image in mind and a smile on my face, I returned to the living room, where everyone ignored me except Maddox. He was playing cards with Buck, but his eyes were on me.
“Where’s Markland?”
“Taking a shower,” I replied, not quite looking at him. “He’s… um… misplaced his keys, so he came here to… wash himself.”
Maddox grinned. “Is that what you kids are calling it these days?”
I flipped him off and put on a football game, hoping it would shut him up. It did, at least until Adam joined us, barefoot, sexy, and dressed in my sweats and a T-shirt. We were approximately the same height, but he was much more muscular than me so the clothes stretched over his body in a way that could be described only as indecent.
“Nice outfit,” Maddox murmured, sizing him up. “Perhaps not enough pocket space?”
“Fuck off,” Adam snarled, before looking at John Smith, who was sitting on a sofa next to me. “John Smith, would you mind?”
When John Smith realized his meaning, he abruptly stood up as Adam sat down next to me.
