Page 244 of Eight of Swords, Part Two

‘Call me by his name and let’s see.’

‘Julian,’ he murmurs, taking Kade’s lip between his teeth. ‘Jules.’

He’s both dizzy and clear, sky-high and stone-cold, and all the best of this new feeling trickles down, down, down between his legs, pooling like molten gold.

‘Bodyguard.’

‘My boy.’

‘My psychopath.’

‘All yours.’ Lachlan hitches Kade’s leg high against his side, bearing down expertly, his mouth seeking to latch onto Kade’s neck.

‘Um, sorry, no,’ Kade says quickly, laughing to himself.

Lachlan pulls back to scan Kade. ‘I’m hurting you?’

‘No, not at all. I just don’t want Riley wearing my hickey.’

‘Céliane said you could contain it.’

‘I don’t feel confident enough to trust it yet.’

‘OK, sweetheart. No marks, then.’ His lips find Kade’s once more. ‘Will you use your voice again, baby? I love the taste of it.’

‘You do?’

‘Fuck, yeah.’

‘You love it like you love me?’

His hips stutter, a deep groan punching out as his grip tightens just fractionally. Not enough to leave a mark, but Kade revels in the feeling.

‘Could never love anything the way I love you, but it tastes like heaven.’

‘How would you know what heaven tastes like?’

Lachlan only smiles knowingly, moving down Kade’s chest.

He lifts Kade’s shirt at the bottom to press teasing kisses beneath his navel, nuzzling lower still. Kade’s breath comes faster, skin burning warm all over, almost painfully, like he’s too close to a fire.

He pulls Kade’s belt through the loop but then pauses. He raises grey eyes to Kade’s amber, waiting, asking in silence.

Kade doesn’t want silence.

He wants Lachlan Tanner’s voice. He wants his own fucking voice.

Wants to talk and babble and have someone listen to every single word without ever telling him to shut up.

‘You want to?’

‘Of course I do, but if it’s too much—’

‘No, it’s not. Not too much, please,’ he whines, needy and impatient.

‘Good boy,’ Lachlan praises, eyes fixed on Kade while he fully unloops his belt with one hand and the heel of the other grinds expertly over his cock, root to tip, up and down. It’s so basic yet addictive as fuck.

His thighs are already trembling, the muscles fluttering helplessly as though Lachlan has worked him to exhaustion without letting him move.