Especially someone with a ruthless disregard for human existence.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Trey did his best not to stareat the man sitting across from him.
It wasn’t easy.
Hell, staying away from Magnus had proved futile, despite Trey’s insistence that celibacy was the only answer.
Yeah, it was safe to say it was off the table at this point. For the past week, he and Magnus had been hooking up routinely, missing only a day or two because of conflicting schedules. Their interludes were always at Trey’s and they never resulted in an overnight. Sure, they would often pass out after, but Magnus was always gone by morning.
And most importantly, they were keeping their encounters on the DL. Trey did not want it to get back to his brother or anyone else what was going on. He didn’t want to deal with anyone’s judgment or concern. If he wanted to fuck Magnus with no strings attached, by God, he was going to do it.
As he sat there, fighting the urge to look at Magnus, Trey wondered whether or not there was any privacy at the back of the small plane. It was bigger than he’d thought it would be. A Gulfstream rather than a puddle jumper, so he figured it was safe to say there was at least one room at the back.
Did they have enough time to bang one out real quick? Would anyone notice they were gone?
Okay, so the answer to the last one wasmost likely.After all, if one person moved, everyone saw them. So maybe the better question was: would it matter if they did see? As long as they had privacy, Trey could pretend they were just chatting about the case.
Brantley would believe that.
Maybe.
Oh, who the fuck cared?
Trey figured there was only one way to find out.
Once they were at cruising altitude, Trey unbuckled his seat belt, got to his feet. He shot a heated look at Magnus before walking to the back, praying that no one else was paying any attention. It would’ve been hard for them not to considering their close quarters, but still Trey pretended Brantley, Reese, and Baz were too preoccupied or too uninterested to pay them any mind.
Sure enough, aside from a small bathroom, there was also a room that appeared to be utilized as an office. It was no more than fifteen square feet max, but it was more than enough room to—
Trey’s thoughts were cut off instantly when Magnus appeared, stepping into the space and gently closing the door. Like their other encounters, they were instantly on one another, lips crashing, tongues thrashing.
“I take it you’re glad to see me,” Magnus muttered against his mouth, already ripping at Trey’s jeans.
“I’ll be happy to see your mouth on my dick,” he countered, gripping Magnus’s hair firmly in his fist.
Magnus’s hazel eyes glittered with heat as Trey guided him to his knees, ensuring he held tight to his hair, wanting him to feel the pain, to know exactly who was in charge now.
Trey watched as Magnus unbuttoned and unzipped him. The man was sexy as fuck, there was no doubt about that. And his mouth… Fucking hell, he had some serious talent. Talent Trey fully intended to take advantage of.
When Magnus freed his cock, Trey exhaled heavily, then inhaled sharply when those lips wrapped around him, enveloping him in soft, wet heat. He never looked away, guiding Magnus’s head, feeding his cock deep into Magnus’s throat.
“God, you’re fuckin’ good at that,” he mumbled, forcing his eyes not to roll back in his head from the pleasure of it.
He thrust his hips, fucking Magnus’s face, knowing they only had a few minutes alone before the others would wonder where they were. He focused his attention on the sexy sight before him, the way Magnus’s eyes bulged when Trey hit the back of his throat. He did it again and again until he couldn’t hold back.
With a grunt, he pushed his hips forward and came right down Magnus’s throat.
Trey didn’t get the chance to linger in post-orgasm bliss, righting his clothes as Magnus got to his feet.
But before Magnus could slip out, Trey pushed him up against the wall and kissed him again. He lingered longer than before, the razor-sharp edge now dulled.
“I look forward to you payin’ me back for that later,” Magnus whispered against his mouth.
Trey pulled back, grinned. “You’re not the only one.”
He let Magnus leave the room ahead of him, then waited a couple of minutes. He glanced down to ensure his clothes weren’t askew, then when he figured the coast was clear, Trey stepped out.
