Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
S aint could have come in his pajamas from the words alone. He nodded fervently, getting up the moment Val moved away. He grabbed the lube and a condom from inside the nightstand drawer. Was he really going to do this? No, he wasn’t going to overthink. Fuck, he wanted Val so badly.
They switched spots, both of them quickly getting rid of their clothes.
Then Val got on his hands and knees, and Saint knelt frozen for a heartbeat.
His nerves started to conspire against him, but he pushed through.
He wanted this. He’d dreamed about this.
Pouring some of the lube on his finger, he gently pushed the tip inside Val, his cock twitching at the sound of Val sucking in a sharp breath.
“More,” Val pleaded.
Saint pushed his finger in down to the knuckle, then back out. Slowly he fucked Val with his finger; his gaze fixed on the way the muscles in Val’s back and arms flexed, his head thrown back as he begged for more.
“Add another finger,” Val pleaded, and Saint made sure to use plenty of lube as he did what Val said, his cock leaking precome as he readied Val, unable to believe the delicious pressure would soon be wrapped around his dick.
Unable to help himself, he palmed his cock and moved his fingers inside Val until Val couldn’t take it anymore.
“Fuck me, Saint. I need you inside me.”
Saint grabbed the condom packet and carefully tore it open.
He rolled it down over his hard length, then lined himself up and breathed.
He hesitated, but then Val looked at him over his shoulder, and Saint’s heart skipped a beat.
This beautiful, amazing man was his. Saint gently pushed the tip of his cock into Val’s hole, pausing when Val hissed.
“Are you okay?”
Val nodded. “Keep going.”
Saint gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, and he pushed in slowly, the tight heat so damned amazing around his cock. How long had he dreamed about this? Of being buried inside Val, and oh fuck, now he was. Saint’s groin was against Val’s ass. Saint pulled out part of the way and had to stop.
“Oh fuck.” Saint doubled over.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. If I move right this second, I’m going to come, so give me a minute.”
Val looked over his shoulder at Saint with a smug smile. “Is that so?”
Confident he wasn’t going to come, Saint straightened, determined to knock the smug smile off that handsome face. He pushed back in and started a steady rhythm of pulling out and pushing in.
“Oh fuck, yes,” Val groaned. “Come on, Baby. Fuck me.”
Saint cursed under his breath. He dug his fingers into Val’s hips and started fucking him in earnest, and it was the most mind-blowing sensation he’d ever experienced.
The bed moved and creaked beneath them as Saint pulled Val back into his deep thrusts, his hips moving faster and faster.
When he realized Val was jerking himself, Saint chased his orgasm as it built inside him.
“Change your angle,” Val said through his panting breath.
Saint did as Val asked, his body shuddering when Val cried out, his ass tightening like an iron grip on Saint’s cock.
“Holy shit, I’m going to come,” Saint said through a gasp.
“Fuck yeah.”
Saint’s hips thrust wildly as his orgasm ignited, his muscles tightening as he pounded Val’s ass and spilled himself inside the condom. He continued to fuck Val until he was too tender, and slowly he pulled out.
Tying the condom, he got up on shaky legs and threw it in the trash. When he returned to the bed, his heart all but imploded at the sight of Val stretched out on the bed on his stomach. He was such a ruggedly handsome man.
Whom he’d just had sex with.
Val lifted his head, his expression soft. He held his hand out to Saint. “Come here.”
Saint took his hand and climbed into bed, facing Val, who propped himself on his elbow. He cupped Saint’s face and kissed him, sweet and slow. Saint melted against him. He loved the way Val kissed him and could easily do it all day.
Val pulled back and ran his thumb over Saint’s bottom lip. “Talk to me.”
“I’m good,” Saint lied. Why, he didn’t know. “Just catching my breath.”
“You sure?” Val asked, his voice laced with concern. He clearly wasn’t convinced.
“Yeah.” Saint smiled, doing his best to hide his nerves. What the hell was happening? He loved Val. Wanted him. The sex and everything that had come before it was so fucking hot, so why was he about to have a panic attack?
Val’s sad smile broke Saint’s heart. “Do whatever you have to. I’ll be right here.”
Why was he so damned good? Saint kissed Val, a quick but sweet kiss.
“I love you.” Then he got out of bed, quickly dressed, and walked out the door.
He felt like an asshole, but he was on the verge of having a panic attack.
Had he moved too quickly? Had he not been as ready as he thought he’d been? Why was he freaking out?
Just as he climbed into his truck, his phone rang. It was Fitz.
“Hey, Fitz, now is not a—”
“Leo’s awake, and he’s asking for you.”
The pressure in his chest eased some. “I’m on my way. Are you at the hospital?”
“I was. The guys have been taking shifts, so Red is there now. I’m going home to freshen up.”
“You mind meeting up with me after I see Leo?”
“Of course not, hon. Just text me.”
“Thanks.” Saint headed for the hospital.
He turned on his radio, hoping the music would help calm him or give him some clarity.
An idea occurred to him, and he made a quick pitstop before getting back on the road.
His thoughts were racing and since no clarity or calm was forthcoming, he decided to focus on Leo.
At least that’s what he told himself, but like usual, his brain did whatever the fuck it wanted.
By the time he’d parked, he was no closer to an answer.
Putting that thought aside for now, he grabbed his little gift, went inside, and informed the nurse at the front desk that he was there to see a patient.
Once he was signed in, he headed for Leo’s recovery room.
A huge weight lifted off his shoulders, knowing Leo would be okay.
Logically, he knew he wasn’t to blame for Leo’s injuries, but his heart still gave him a hard time.
In the five years since he’d started at Four Kings Security, he’d become part of a family, and he knew a big part of that was down to The Boyfriend Collective, especially Fitz and Leo.
They had a way of seeing something in people.
Like they could see into someone’s soul.
Saint had never encountered anything like it before.
The door was closed, so Saint knocked before he let himself in, making sure to close the door behind him.
“Hey, buddy.” He froze when he saw King. Why he was surprised, he had no idea. Of course, King would be here. He probably should have thought of that before he showed up.
King jumped to his feet; his hands balled into fists at his sides. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m sorry, um—” Saint quickly backed up, ready to get out of Dodge, when Leo spoke up.
“I asked for him,” Leo said, staring at King, confused.
“When?”
“When you went to the bathroom.”
“Why?” King growled. “He needs to leave.”
“Ward,” Leo scolded. “Why are you being mean to Saint?”
“Because he’s the reason you almost died!”
Leo narrowed his eyes at King. “Why are you shouting?”
“Because I’m pissed.”
“I can see that.” Leo moved his gaze to Saint. “Did you shoot me?”
“What? No, of course not.”
“What did you do when you heard the gunshot?”
“I grabbed you and pulled you to the ground.”
“And shielded me with your body,” Leo added. He moved his gaze back to King, his eyes narrowed again. “I remember everything. Saint did what he was trained to do. Why are you mad at him for it?”
Saint’s jaw almost hit the floor when King’s face turned red.
“I, um, because he could have done better.” King sat down again and took Leo’s hand in his. “Sweetheart, you could have been killed.”
Leo eyed him. “But I wasn’t, and if I had died, it still wouldn’t have been Saint’s fault.”
“Geez, love. Can you not talk like that?”
“Is there a problem with the way I talk?”
This time, it was King who looked mad. “You know damned well that I love you exactly how you are.”
Leo smiled. “Good. And I do know.” The frown returned to his face. “You did something because no one will tell me what happened when you got to the hospital. I was worried and wanted to know you were okay.”
King glanced at Saint, and Leo poked a finger in King’s direction.
“Ha! I saw that. What did you do, Ward?”
Saint quickly stepped in. “It’s fine, Leo. He was just upset. No big deal.”
Leo was not buying it for a minute. For an adorable nerd, he had a pretty terrifying glare. Cute. But also terrifying.
King let out a heavy sigh. “I let my grief and temper get the better of me and tried to take it out on Saint verbally and physically. Also, I fired him.”
Leo gasped. “Ward Kingston, you unfire him right now!”
“Sweetheart, I—”
“No.”
There was that glare again.
“Leo—”
“I said no.”
Wow. It took everything Saint had not to laugh. Leo was not messing around. Oh, but he had King wrapped around his little finger. The thing was, King knew it, and something told Saint his boss was perfectly happy with it.
“I didn’t mean it,” King said with a sigh. He met Saint’s gaze. “You were never really fired. I know it wasn’t your fault.”
“I didn’t hear an apology anywhere in there,” Leo said, one eyebrow arched at King.
Saint waved a hand. “That’s not necessary.”
“I think it is,” Leo said. “When we hurt someone we care about, we apologize. How else do they know we’re sorry and that we do care?”
“You’re right,” King said. He stood and came around the bed to stand in front of Saint. He held out a hand to Saint. “I’m sorry I was such an asshole. I know you did everything you could to keep him safe, and I won’t forget that.”
A lump formed in Saint’s throat, and he shook King’s hand, laughing when he was pulled into a tight bear hug.