“Fuck,” I say, falling onto my side and bringing him with me as I try to catch my breath. After a minute he rolls in my arms–being sure to push my cock inside again after facing me–and grabs my mask with both hands.
“Damn, this is hot.” He bites his lower lip coquettishly. Then he starts rolling his hips, grinding his dick-filled hole against me, cinching it around me, while moving his tongue over the mouth on my mask.
I groan as more cum leaks out. Fuck, he’s such a bitch in heat. He is too excited about it. So much that I’m getting jealous of a fucking mask. My mask. I grab his hip and press his back against the mattress. Then I pull off the mask, throw it on the floor and take control of his mouth. He welcomes my tongue with a happy chuckle as we share a long deep kiss.
I don’t know how much time passes, only that eventually we end up lying in a big-spoon, small-spoon position, with his head pillowed on my bicep and his hole still stuffed full with me.
He raises my hand and kisses the number eight on my wrist. I can feel his smile against my skin.
“Are you going back to Boston?” he suddenly asks. “To your job? Now that you don’t need to be dead anymore…you can work again.”
I never really stopped.
I nod. “The office is there.”
He is silent for a moment. I don’t say anything, wanting to see where this is going. With Sully, I never know.
“I have one more year at college, but I checked, and I can move…to Boston. There’s a good vet school, and I can continue my studies there.”
“You would?” I ask incredulously since I can see how attached he is to the family.
“If you need to go, yes. I will go with you.”
“I’ll need to go.” The Neighborly Hitmen agency is in Boston. I need to pop into the office from time to time. Uriel has a private jet, though. I can use that to go and come back the same day, and bring Sully with me. He could wait while I finish my target, and then we could go sightseeing together. My job takes me all over the US.
“For now, I’m good where I am,” I let him know. Assassins don’t need a fixed place. “Wasn’t I clear enough? I won’t leave you.”
He seems to like it, since I feel his hole clenching around me. So much that my dick slips out.
“No,” I grumble.
“You can always slide it back in.” He turns his face toward me and meets my possessive gaze, fixed on him intently.
“Right now,” he adds. “Every minute I don’t have you inside me, I feel…empty.”
I roll back to grab a little box from the drawer before spooning Sully again. I push my dick inside his drenched hole and groan as I feel it hardening more.
I open the box and move my hand in front of his face. From my fingers, a necklace is falling with an eye pendant dangling at the end. It’s made of platinum with black and white diamonds.
“I’m always watching you, Little Chick.” He pushes his head up in surprise, and I fasten the long necklace behind his nape.
“It’s beautiful. Perfect! Gods, I love…it.” I know he wanted to sayyou,I love you. But since he knows I don’t like the word, he’s been trying not to say it.
“I know what you feel for me, it’s way more profound and absorbing than love, but too difficult to convey with words.” And Sully wants to convey it every day. Even though I don’t need to hear it, since I can read his emotions toward me very clearly on his face. “So, say it the way you like, I’ll know what you really mean.”
He grins and whispers, “I love you.” He kisses me long and hard. But soon pulls back, eyes filled with joy as he lifts the pendant to look at it almost in awe.
Sariel gave me the right advice when he said to buy him something meaningful for us. And what’s more us than an eye pendant to remind him of my watchful stalking habit.
“I don’t have anything for you,” he exclaims with a hint of disappointment. “But I was thinking, why don’t I ink your number eight somewhere?” He looks down at his body, pointing at his lower belly.
“Fuck no!” I bark.
His head snaps toward mine. “Why?”
“Already hate seeing that fucking triangle ruining your beautiful skin.” I wave at the tattoo he has on his hip. It reminds me of those two fuckers.
“Beautiful…? My skin is covered in scars. You’re mental.” He makes this cute little noise of outrage.
