CHAPTER SEVEN
Jett
The words hang in the air like thick smoke from a gunshot. That’s what it feels like. A shot through the heart.
You sent that text to me.
My stomach drops. Every muscle locks. He knows. He knows everything.
“Shit,” I breathe, grabbing my phone and cursing when I pull up that late-night text with Blade’s name in the contact header instead of Dirk’s. Rubbing the back of my neck, I mutter, “Blade, I—”
“It’s okay,” Blade doesn’t let me finish and steps closer. “Did you mean what you said?”
“About wanting to kill the man you were with?” My throat tightens. “No comment.”
“That’s not something you need to hesitate to admit to me. I will always keep your secrets.” Blade licks his lips.
“My head was still hazy from almost drowning. It was stupid to say those things in a text.”
Blade frowns and stands before me. Calm. Controlled. The way he moves before a fight. Reading every flinch I make. Like a stalker. Like he’s obsessed. With me.
“How long?” he asks, low and throaty.
“How long, what?” I say even though I know what he means.
“How long have you felt this way about me?”
I shake my head, staring at the floor. “I don’t— I don’t know what I feel. It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing. Not to me.” His voice drops lower. “Don’t lie to me, Jett. I heard you calling my name earlier while you were in the shower. Telling me to suck your cock.”
Heat swells in my throat. Jesus fucking Christ.
Blade takes another step, close enough that I can feel how fast his heart is beating.
“You’ve been holding this in a long time, haven’t you?” he murmurs. “Tell me... Have you ever been with a guy?”
I manage a small shake of my head. “No.”
He studies me, eyes darker than I’ve ever seen them. “Because of your trauma?”
“What?” My eyes widen.
“Did somebody hurt you that way?” A vein in Blade’s neck throbs.
“No.” The answer comes out rough, and I swallow hard. “No one ever touched me that way. Just the usual beating crap. Belts. Knives. Cigarette burns.”
Blade’s jaw flexes. For a second, he looks like he’s about to tear someone apart.
Then he exhales, eyes softening again. “Can I kiss you?” he asks.
I stare at him. “Blade...”
“Just to see.”
It takes everything in me not to shove him out of the way and run. Not from fear, but from how much I want it. How much I want him. The kind of want that controls you. And for my line of work, it’s dangerous to be so wrapped up in something that will steal your focus every second.
Yet, when I look at Blade, I don’t see someone controlled by emotion. Nor do I see any of the men I work for controlled by it either. Love made them stronger.
“Okay,” I whisper, my pulse throbbing.
And my cock.
Blade closes the distance between us, slow enough that I can still stop him.
I don’t.
When his mouth meets mine, it’s nothing like I expected. No roughness. No trauma. Just warmth. Care. Like he’s afraid I’ll break if he pushes too hard.
His kiss is softer than anything I’ve ever felt. But I’ve seen the kind of lover he is. I heard him behind that stall, the way he took control, the way he sounded. Could I ever be what he truly wants?
Blade pulls off my mouth first, and his breath hits my cheek. Warm and sweet. His glassy eyes look unreadable.
“That,” he says quietly, “made me feel like I can finally breathe.”
He touches my face gently until his fingers hook into the top of my shirt, just below my throat, pulling me forward. Suddenly, he’s rough. His lips find my neck, teeth grazing the skin. One hand presses on my lower back while the other starts fumbling for my belt.
“Now I’m going to give you what you fantasized about in that shower.”
My pulse trips over itself. I’m gone for him. The room narrows to heat and breathing and to the moan scraped from Blade’s throat as he kisses my neck. I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t need it. But I do.
God help me, I do.
“You are so fucking sexy.” His fingers push down my pants. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
It’s one word. One syllable. One chance to keep pretending I don’t want this.
Only a sigh escapes my mouth.
“Good boy,” Blade whispers in my ear, licking the shell. “Let me make you feel good, baby.”
Then he pulls back a little so I can see his eyes. Those shocking blues are my safe harbor when we’re in the thick of danger. They will be the same for this, too.
“I need your mouth around me, Blade. Now.” I can’t believe this is happening.
One hand reaches inside my briefs and closes around my cock. “Fuck, so hot. So big.”
“Good thing you got a big mouth,” I tease, my sight going in and out. I’m not even sure if I’m thinking clearly.
“Big enough to swallow this dick. Unless you want me to gag on it,” he says, moving down my body.
“Please...”
“Please what, baby?” His nose digs into the outline of my cock, still covered by my underwear.
There’s still time.
“Don’t regret this,” I rasp. “Don’t regret me.”
He stills, and I look down to see him staring at me, eyes shiny. “I only regret I didn’t do this sooner.”
“Fuck...me, too.”
Blade strokes my cock over the fabric until it springs free. “So gorgeous.”
I feel ready to explode. Heat and strength push through. As much as I just want to bend over for this man, I don’t want to make it easy. He will overpower me, though. He’s got the height and girth.
I have my voice, though.
“Stop talking and put your smart mouth to a better use,” I groan. “Give me what you promised.”
His glowing eyes rake over my face with a few blinks. He didn’t expect me to talk like that.
“Yes, sir.” Blade lowers to his knees.
My heart hammers, and my cock jerks in his grip. I look down, and the tip is dripping. I won’t last long.
“So impatient for my mouth.” Blade runs his tongue across the length.
“Fuck,” I groan, rocking my hips to get more friction.
I skim my fingers over his shaved head, feeling a few days’ worth of fuzz. God, I want to use this thing to clean my balls.
Blade takes me into his mouth a few seconds later, and the earth stops spinning. It’s no gentle sucking. This man, my man, swallows me to the hilt until my cock bumps into the back of his throat.
“Jesus Christ,” I brace myself, or my knees will give out.
Staggering a breath, I look down at him. Seeing this will be my undoing. Blade, on his knees, sucking my cock.
My balls tighten, and I’m already slipping over the edge. The deepest growl and sharpest hiss threaten to escape me. I’m sure my brother is balls deep in Hana, but we’re conditioned to hear each other.
There’s no way I can be quiet. He will hear me cry out.
Fuck...
Being quiet and keeping this secret feels hot. I lift my foot on the bed to make the most of this while I fuck Blade’s mouth. “I’m close,” I hiss.
He hums, keeping my cock deep in his throat.
“Oh God.” I can’t handle this.
Blade greedily sucking on my cock feels so damn filthy. But so right. He pulls off and licks my crown. “Come for me, baby.”
“Blade,” I cry out from the command. “Fuck, I’m coming.”
The first contraction shoots cum from my cock, and I see stars.
“Yeah...” Blade says and closes his mouth around me, catching it all.
Fiery pleasure floods my veins. And when I look down, his eyes are locked on my face, taking in my reaction as he swallows down my cum.
My cock jerks in his mouth, over and over, as I ride wave after wave of ecstasy. My knees buckle when his lips slowly liberate my dick from his mouth. I nearly collapse, but he lifts me up and puts me on the bed.
Our bed.
He wipes his mouth to catch some cum that dripped down his chin. Christ, I’ve never seen anything sexier.
“How was that?” he says, taking off my shoes to remove my pants. “Better than imagining me sucking your cock?”
I laugh with an arm thrown over my head. “That was incredible.”
“That...” He gets into the bed next to me. “Was just the beginning. But for now, let’s get some sleep.”
I go breathless, feeling caught in something I can’t stop if I tried. I want this. I want him. No matter the risks.
Even if it ends in heartbreak.