A luminous smile popped to Valon’s lips, showing off his dimples. “What’s wrong with us?”
Marc snorted out a quick chuckle. “Probably a lot, but I don’t care. You matter to me.” He felt his face heat and couldn’t stop it. “Actually, you’re all I think about.”
Valon’s smile never dimmed. “You matter to me too.” His expression changed. A line appeared between his eyebrows. “It just occurred to me. Could you get fired over this?”
Marc shrugged. “I have no clue. Did they fire Kash? It doesn’t really matter. I’d rather be with you exactly like this than work for Steel. As much as I like the guy, no one matters as much as you.”
Valon scooted closer. “I’ll just hire you directly. It’s not like I need their services.” He kept coming until Marc rolled onto his back and Valon straddled his body.
Marc fought to keep up his end of the conversation. Valon’s body felt too good pressed against him. “You kind of do. I know I stick with you even on my days off, but I’m distracted those days. It’s different when I know someone else is hanging around, so I don’t have to split my attention. I’m not your only guard.”
Valon looked taken aback for a second before he smiled so brightly, it had to hurt. “You know what? I’m a spoiled brat. Not once have I noticed anyone else hanging around. I also never thought about your needing days off. How terrible is that? I really assumed you were mine twenty-four seven.”
Marc couldn’t resist touching him. He smoothed his hands down Valon’s back. “You didn’t assume wrong. I am yours twenty-four seven.”
Valon went from smiling to serious in an instant. His expression made Marc’s dick stir. “You really are.” His lips swept Marc’s lips. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice.” He lightly kissed Marc again. “But I promise I’ve noticed everything else about you.”
God, Marc hoped that wasn’t true. If Valon ever saw beneath his mask to the sickeningly addicted piece of shit he actually was, he would do everything to get away from him. Now Marc knew what it was like to own Valon’s body. Valon would never escape him now.
A gasp escaped Marc when Valon moved to lick his nipple. Every voluntary touch Valon gave him was sexy as fuck. His entire body was a live wire. He fought not to squirm as Valon kissed and licked his way down Marc’s torso. Marc was torn. While he loved the direction things seemed to be headed, there was a part of him that hated the idea of Valon lowering himself to suck Marc’s dick. Was Marc fucked in the head? Yes. Before he talked himself off the edge, Marc’s cock was in Valon’s mouth. The sound that came from Marc sounded animalistic. It was as if he blacked out and yet still sprang into action. He had Valon completely turned where he could repay the favor with nomemory of how. Marc couldn’t think straight any longer. The bliss of sucking Valon’s dick made the world disappear. Nothing existed but pleasuring Valon. Ten minutes ago, Marc would have sworn he was too drained to move. Now he played Valon’s body, using everything in his toolbox to make Valon fly. When cum filled his mouth, Marc slipped farther into insanity. Valon should be terrified. Marc was capable of doing anything to keep him.
Chapter Seven
Truthbetold,Marcexpected things would be awkward for a little while as people realized they were together. Instead, no one batted an eye. Marc got the feeling everyone had assumed they had been a couple the entire time. Literally nothing changed around them. All the new experiences were reserved for them. The way Valon looked at him now and the way he always touched Marc were surreal as hell for him. It was like he was in a coma and trapped inside the most amazing dream.
He sat outside the sound booth, watching the band record their new album. The music was awesome, as always. Marc got the feeling he would soon have a few new favorites. Being proud of Valon was as familiar as breathing. Every day, his obsession grew. He wasn’t sure he could handle a single night of Valon being out of his sight.
Marc’s phone buzzed with an incoming text. He tried to keep one eye on the band while checking his phone.
Unknown Caller:You son of a bitch. I know you’re the reason I can’t see or even talk to my son.
Marc snorted and immediately blocked Ry. His desperation was growing. Valon had gotten three glorious months of peace, thanks to Steel and changing studios. Unfortunately, he felt the way Ry was getting close to heading in a new direction. Desperation made people do rash things. The longer Ry went without torturing Valon, the more dangerous he would become. As far as Marc had noticed, Valon hadn’t realized how much time had passed without a word from his tormentor. Marc made sure Valon didn’t notice anything other than him. He was a glutton for Valon. Marc made sure he knew it every second of the day. Still, this had to be addressed.
Marc was alone, so he called. A text was a trail that would follow him.
“Hey. What’s up?”
Marc dove in the second he could. “Ry’s found my number. I blocked him, but it feels a lot like time is running out.”
“Don’t worry. It’s as good as taken care of.”
“That’s all I need to hear.” Marc disconnected the call just as Valon left the booth.
Valon sat on his knee. “Hey. Who was that?”
Marc’s smile was real. Reality didn’t touch him when he held Valon. “I was just checking on things at home.”
Valon perked up. “Speaking of our home. We should make that official, don’t you think? We should move your things to my room.”
God, he was everything. Marc nodded along. “I love that idea, but not tonight. Are you finished?”
“Yep. We’ve done as much as we can for now.”
Bond strolled out last. He was all smiles as he headed their way. “Marc! It’s always great to see you. How did you like the new album?”
Marc’s smile matched Bond’s. He actually kind of liked Bond. He reminded Marc of a lot of people he had grown up with. “I think all of you are about to be a whole lot richer.”
Bond clapped his hands and rubbed them together. “Damn straight.” He focused on Valon. “Keep the throat in shape. We’ll meet back here next Wednesday.”
