Gavin stared at the big, bad biker—eyes wide open, wondering what was happening.
Was he really kissing the leader of the Shadow Vipers? The hot, burly stud, who carried him over his shoulder, then tossed him into a trunk when springing him from the clink?
No. He was kissing the sweet and sexy man whocuddled him at night. He bought him a puppy, hoping it might help him overcome his anxiety and sleep better. He was kissing Marcus, the sexiest man he knew.
Chuckling, Marcus slid his tongue against Gavin’s lips, slowly prying them open as he happily worked his way in.
“Mmm, I thought you’d be more excited to kiss me,” Marcus joked, laughing as he continued to pepper soft kisses on Gavin’s shocked lips.
Smiling, Gavin placed his hands on either side of Marcus’s face.
“I was just giving you a moment to enjoy my sultry lips before I take charge and show you how a real man kisses.” With that, he pounced on Marcus’s lips, kissing him deeply and passionately, showing the man just how much he’d been dying to kiss him.
Wrapping his powerful arms around Gavin, Marcus pulled him close into his body.
They spent the next half hour devouring each other’s lips. Kissing, licking, caressing, and moaning.
Gavin still couldn’t believe that he was making out with Marcus. Not only that, but he was also carrying around his seed.
Rutting up against Marcus, he felt the monster cock beneath him begin to thicken.
God, he couldn’t wait to take that dick once again—after a short break and a snack, of course.
26
MARCUS
Marcus’s brows furrowed when he realized he wasn’t hearing any noise coming from downstairs or the living room.
Considering Gavin and Puppy were supposedly both down there, doing god knows what, Marcus figured he would at least hear some one-sided chatter—because Gavin never stops talking. Unless, of course, he was sticking his dick in said mouth. Then the boy was too busy gagging and tearing up to continue his endless trove of useless chatter.
Even Puppy was being suspiciously quiet. Usually, you could hear the furball panting or whining or chewing on things that he wasn’t supposed to chew on.
So, for both of them to be completely silent, Marcus had cause for concern.
Standing in the hallway, he watched as Gavin stared athis phone with the concentration of a stripper trying to figure out trigonometry. Puppy, on the other hand, was lying on his back, starfishing, as Gavin subconsciously rubbed his belly.
He understood why Puppy was lying so quiet. He was in the throes of passion, accepting belly rubs from his daddy.
But Gavin? Marcus wasn’t sure what had grabbed his attention with such concentration and veracity.
“So, what’s got you so focused?” Marcus asked, stepping into the living room and sliding onto the couch next to the boy.
Puppy lifted his head momentarily before realizing that getting up to say hi to Daddy number two was not worth the loss of belly rubs. He lowered his head and went back to worshipping the hand that rubbed him.
Gavin looked up at Marcus with a frown on his face.
“You’d think that with a serial killer chasing after your son, you might want to reach out and see how your kid is doing.” Gavin turned his phone so Marcus could see his screen. The last message from his parents was from the day Marcus had picked him up.
“Your parents haven’t called you or tried to reach out to see how you are doing since?”
Gavin shook his head.
What a bunch of useless bastards. What kind of people don’t check in on their son, especially when his life is in danger?
If it were Marcus’s kid, he would be under twenty-fourseven surveillance, locked in a tower, with laser beams and dragons guarding the entrance. Marcus would also be locked in that room, protecting his son and making sure he had everything he could possibly need.
But that was Marcus.
