"How did they know to come in?" Maverick asked Akane about the backup.
Nico snorted. "The sound of gunfire. It's a signal that can't be missed."
Maverick closed his eyes because it was a stupid question when it had such an obvious answer. "Right."
Striker laughed and patted his leg. "Must be the blood loss."
Maverick gave him the middle finger, then laid his head back on the seat. Akane sat next to him, applying pressure to his wound and taking care of him as she wrapped it up. Her actionstouched his heart and made him wonder if he could give himself over to a woman like her.
Maybe.
Chapter twenty
Yìchén
Yìchéncheckedtheangleof the camera he set up to make sure that it was aimed at the bed, the location he planned to finally conquer the man of his dreams. He then adjusted his bathrobe, making sure it was loose enough to fall off his shoulders when the time came. He'd snuck out of the mansion right after his father left, when the guards were reorganizing or leaving with Da Han. He knew that once they discovered he was missing, his father would send Chen to fetch him.
At least, that's what he hoped.
Hours had passed, and he was starting to get bored and wondering why no one had sought him out yet. He'd ordered room service and was enjoying his dessert when he heard the beeping of the lock and the doorknob turn. His heart leaped into his chest as panic set in. Just who in the hell was entering his hotel room? He grabbed his 9MM, leaped from the bed, and rounded the corner but stopped as his eyes fell on Chen Yang. He smiled as his pulse began to settle.
"Oh, it's you," he said, trying to play it off.
"Let's go," Chen said.
Yìchén sucked in his teeth and rolled his eyes, then walked away. He placed the gun back on the nightstand and tossed himself on the bed. "I don't want to go back. I'm bored there."
"I don't have time for your games, Yìchén. We need to get back," Chen said as he walked into the hotel room and began snatching up Yìchén's discarded clothes, tossing them at him.
Yìchén sat up and pouted. He had to find a way to get Chen right where he wanted him, and he could tell that it was going to be difficult because the man looked to be on a mission to get him back home.
"I'm not ready to go back yet. Can we go back after?" he asked, then let one sleeve of his bathrobe fall off his creamy shoulder.
Chen eyed the bared flesh and felt his cock stir. He knew what Yìchén was up to, but he'd been instructed to bring home the boss's son. He stomped over to Yìchén, pulling him to his feet even as Yìchén yelped.
"Ow, you're so rough!" Yìchén said, then smiled. "And I like it." He snapped his teeth at him seductively and wrapped his arms around Chen's neck. "Fuck me."
"We don't have time—"
"Yes, we do." Yìchén ran his hand down Chen's broad chest and moaned as he felt the powerful muscles under the expensivefabric. The man was pure gold, he thought. Someone who should belong to him. Someone he wanted to belong to.
"Your father—"
Yìchén pressed his finger to Chen's lips, silencing him. "I want your cock in my mouth."
Chen's eyes narrowed, his nostrils flared as his lust rose. He knew he should drag Yìchén out of the hotel room dressed just as he was, in his bathrobe and nothing else. He really should, but instead, his eyes were fixed on Yìchén as the young man slid down the length of his body.
Yìchén smiled up at Chen as he leaned forward, taking the man's zipper between his teeth. Chen's chest heaved, and he growled as Yìchén began to unzip his pants with his mouth. Yìchén could feel his cock throbbing for release as his asshole tingled for some action. He wanted to be ravaged by this man, and he wasn't going to let Chen push him away. The man had been finding excuses to avoid him since that magical night when Chen banged him senseless on the hood of his car. Yìchén wanted that to happen to him twice every day and three times on Sundays.
He unbuttoned Chen's pants and pulled them down along with his underwear, freeing Chen's erection. Immediately, he took it into his mouth because he didn't want to give Chen a chance to come to his senses. The man was known to push him away at the critical moments of his seduction, thwarting several of his attempts.
Not today, you sexy bastard, he thought.
He pulled back and sucked the rigid length of the man's hard flesh down his throat, making Chen moan in pleasure.Gotcha!He smiled to himself as he reached up to fondle Chen's balls. He loved the sounds Chen made as he sucked with all of his skill on the flesh that he wanted to fill his guts.
"Fuck," Chen hissed as Yìchén's tongue flicked across his glans. Damn it! He knew he should push the imp away and tuck himself in, but he couldn't. His body wasn't listening to his rational mind. His body wanted to claim the man who he knew belonged to him. He enjoyed the way Yìchén's fingers massaged his balls, like they were precious, because they were. The little bastard knew how to suck cock.
Yìchén watched Chen carefully. He wanted the man to cum inside him, but not in his mouth. Not yet, at least. The next time they fucked, he'd suck that first nut out of his sack, and the second nut could breed him. That was a decision he made before Chen came to get him. When he felt the man grow stiffer, he pulled back and stood up. Their eyes locked, and he could see the feral animal that resided inside Chen. The same beast that he saw the night Chen fucked him on the car's hood that demanded to be in control. The same untamable beast he saw the night Chen and his father forced him to torture his uncle. The one that thirsted for blood and sex.
