He wraps his arms around my neck, our chests pressed against each other. “So, when are we going?”
“As soon as you can get the vacation days. Or you can quit. I’m willing to take care of you, Hill Washington.”
He smiles but shakes his head. “Believe it or not, I like being an investigative journalist. I’ve uncovered a lot of shit, brought a lot of people to justice. It’s dangerous and the stakes are high,but I fucking love it.” He pauses, eyes twinkling. “And I kill anyone that comes after me, so I kind of have a reputation of being the journalist of death.”
I mock gasp. “Does that mean I’m next?”
“Absolutely not. You’re not going anywhere.”
Growling, I roll him under me and kiss him slowly, re-memorizing the taste of his mouth. God, he’s sweet, the best thing I’ve ever had on my tongue. I settle between his legs, rutting against him, our hard dicks pressing against each other. I reach down to slide my hand into his waistband, to wrap my fingers around his hard shaft, when there’s a knock at the door.
“Gentlemen, we’ll be reaching our destination in twenty minutes,” our flight attendant says. “The captain needs you to return to your seats to prepare for landing.”
I huff and Hill laughs. “Good thing we’re already members of the Mile High Club.”
Rolling off him with a chuckle, I pull Hill out of bed, and we head to the front of the plane.
Twenty minutes later, the jet’s wheels touch down on the tarmac.
Home sweet home.
When the engine is turned off and the pilot and flight attendant wish us goodbye, Hill and I descend the plane hand in hand.
“Huh,” Hill says as he sees the car waiting for us. “I thought you had that car in green.”
“I do,” I say as the driver steps out and hands me the keys. “But you have it in black.” I turn over Hill’s free hand and drop the keys in his palm. “You did ask for it in black, right?”
He gapes at me for a moment, then says, “What the fuck, Menace! I was joking. You got me a two-hundred-thousand-dollar car?”
“Three fifty, and yes. You liked it, right?”
My little psycho shakes his head, trying to push the keys back into my hand. “This is too much, Menace. Way too much. I was kidding. People will think?—”
“People will think I wanted to spoil you, so I am. Fuck what anyone has to say. You’re my man and I told you I’ll give you the fucking world. But I’ll start with a car. Besides, I can’t take any of my money with me when I die. Might as well spend it on shit I like.”
He frowns. “This money could have gone to the charity.”
“I donate half of my yearly income to my charity. And it’s way more than three hundred grand.”
Hill chews his bottom lip, looking at the car longingly. I see when he decides to take the car, a grin tipping up his lips until it’s a full grin. “Fuck, this is a nice car. Thank you, babe!” He hugs me around the neck, jumping up and down. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
Laughing, I say, “You’re welcome. Now let’s get home. I want to lie around with you for the rest of the night after you introduce me to your roommate.”
“Okay, come on. I want to break ‘er in!”
Hill runs around the car, practically coming out of his skin with excitement.
My heart soars seeing him so happy about something that’s no big deal to me. I vow to spoil Hill as much as he’ll let me, giving him everything he asks for and more if I can help it. Like I told him, I can’t take the money with me when I go, so he’ll share in my spoils for long as he lets me keep him.
He starts the car and it purrs to life, the soft rumble filling the interior. Hill squeals and puts the car in drive, pulling off at a fast clip. He hoots when the car goes from zero to sixty in no time flat.
I hold his hand as he weaves in and out of traffic, loving that he’s happy about something so simple.
As we get close to Hill’s apartment, my phone chimes with a distinct ringtone.
My phone will only ping like that for one reason.
Cursing, I pull it from my pocket and curse when I read the message.
