Chapter 4
THEO
I’D ALWAYS HAD my suspicions about Shep.
Anyone wound that tight was bound to explode at some point, which had made me curious what that meant for his sex life.
Was he a dom who needed to exert control over his partners?
Did he prefer letting someone else take charge for once?
He was too damn attractive not to have a rotating list of men eager to get between the sheets with him, but the way he was railing me with abandon told me it’d been way too long since he’d taken his frustrations out on a willing body.
That would’ve been a damn shame—if it wasn’t my ass he was pounding into.
Fuck yes, I needed this, the rough way he slid his fist up and down my dick, how he wasn’t giving me an inch of breathing room with my face pushed up against the wall, the raw burn from his shoving inside me with furious exasperation.
I’d be feeling Shep all day, and that was exactly the distraction I needed from the royal circus.
Bracing myself against the wall, I smirked at his words, because he wasn’t lying: Shep really did fuck like an animal.
“Damn, Shep. I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Fuck you.”
“Mmm, yeah, you are. Fucking me real good—”
Before I could say any more, he thrust inside me, hitting my prostate with such force that he knocked the breath out of me. He held me there, pinned to the wall, rocking against my P-spot as his fingers circled the head of my dick and squeezed.
Holy shit. The feeling was so intense I almost blacked out, and then his savage chuckle echoed in my ear.
“Too much for the prince? Want me to be more polite?”
I managed to suck in some air as the edges of my vision came back. “Hell no. Do it again.”
If he really wanted to torture me, he would do the exact opposite of what I asked, but thank fuck neither of us were thinking clearly right now, because he nailed that spot again and I couldn’t help my string of curses.
I should probably be more mindful of where we were—a church.
And who might be listening—the big guy or family members.
Both would be equally offended by my litany of curse words. But Shep? Well, turned out he fucked like a god.
I squeezed my eyes shut, and when his fist tightened around me and he tunneled inside again, I lost what little hold I had left on my control.
I shoved back on the thick cock penetrating me, as Shep pressed his lips against my neck to muffle his shout. It seemed he’d reached his limit too, and when the hot rush of his cum exploded and filled my ass, any remaining restraint vanished.
My dick jerked in Shep’s strong hand, and as he milked me dry, every single reason this was a bad idea came flooding back into my sex-addled brain.
We worked together.
He was the most uptight asshole I knew.
He was one of the most famous people in the world.
And—this was probably the most important reason, the one likely to get me killed—he was my boss’s ex.
Shepard Winchester the third was the last man on the planet I should’ve let fuck me.
But man had he fucked me good.
“Get dressed.”
Jesus. The uptight ass couldn’t even enjoy an orgasm without all his responsibilities reminding him that hot sex in a church alcove hadn’t been on his schedule today.
“I will, when I’m able to move again. In case you missed it, you just tried to split me in half.”
“Clearly I didn’t succeed, since you’re still able to talk.”
I reached for my pants, and as I pulled them up, I glanced over my shoulder to see Shep running a hand through his hair.
How he could go from total turbulence to complete calm in a matter of seconds had always been a mystery to me. But with the residual ache radiating through me, I knew I hadn’t imagined what just happened.
Shep was a fucking animal—when let off his leash.
The question was, who controlled that leash? Shep or King?
“What is your problem?” I said as I shoved the tails of my shirt into my pants and zipped up. “I’m the one who has to go and stand in front of a priest with your cum—”
“Don’t you dare say—”
“—dripping out of me.”
Shep glared at me so hard I thought his eyeballs might roll out of their sockets.
“What, does that offend your sensibilities?”
“You are offending my sensibilities. This was—”
“Hot as hell?”
Shep spun away from me, shaking his head. “A fucking mistake.”
“You can’t even enjoy a hot fuck for a minute before regret sets in? Jesus, Shep, no wonder you don’t get repeats.”
He didn’t respond to that, his eyes narrowing as they ran down over me. Where most would be admiring in their perusal, because I wasn’t anything to sneeze at, Shep’s critical gaze stopped at my neck. “Your tie’s crooked.”
“I don’t give a shit.”
“You should. You’re late.”
“I’ll apologize when I get there. Tell them all I had Shepard Winchester’s big dick in my ass—”
Shep whirled on me so fast our chests bumped and I had to lift my chin to meet his eyes. There were daggers shooting out of those ice-blue depths, but I smiled.
“Don’t even think about it,” he growled. “I mean it, Theo. This stays here.”
“Why? You’d get a lot more interest if people knew. ‘Sure, he’s a tight-ass, but have you seen the size of his cock?’”
“I don’t need interest. I need you to fix your goddamn tie and get out there.”
That bark of his was sharp, but how had I never noticed it had nothing on the sharp cut of his jaw? Everyone in the world knew how hot Shep was, and I wasn’t oblivious either, but now I couldn’t help but look at him through a different lens than before.
All that scowling really did make him a seriously sexy fucker.
Or maybe that was just the lingering sting from his massive cock talking.
I reached into the box of hand-rolled kreteks, pulled one out, and brought it to my lips. But before I could light it, Shep yanked it out of my mouth and tossed it aside.
“You need to go,” he said.
“And you obviously need the tables flipped next time.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. Clearly an orgasm didn’t do it, but maybe you need the serious fucked out of you next time.”
He stared at me long and hard before turning toward the mirror to adjust his suit. “There won’t be a next time.”
“Hey, you’re the one who opened the door. Too late to lock it now.”
“More like padlock and fucking bolt it,” Shep muttered.
“What was that?”
He let out a long-suffering sigh. “Just regretting my life choices right now.” He walked over to the door, pulled it open, and waited for me, tapping his foot—yes, tapping his fucking foot.
It took everything I had not to walk over and stomp on it.
“You know what I think your real problem is?” I said as I studied him.
“I’m sure I don’t give a shit.”
I strolled over to him. “It’s that you don’t regret it at all. In fact”—I pulled the folded handkerchief from my pocket and held it out to him—“you’re just worried people will know what you were in here doing.”
Shep stared at the white square with a questioning brow, and I gestured to his hand.
“You’re not the only one who left a mark.”
Shep glanced down to see some blood and teeth marks marring his skin. He snatched the handkerchief from my fingers, and as I strolled past him, the last thing I heard was, “Fucking animal.”