Chapter Seventeen
Nash thought about moving hotels. He didn’t trust Mallor, and now he knew where they stayed. Mallor suspected them of being infiltrators. That much was clear. Did he smooth things over enough to get Mallor off their scent? Nash wasn’t sure.
Nash vowed to talk to Abi about it and get his take on things after Nash finished his shower and Abi washed the day off too.
There was a soft knock on the door. Before he could answer, the door opened and then closed again.
Abi didn’t speak, and there was no clanking of the toilet lid as Abi lifted it, so he wasn’t using the bathroom. But he waited long enough that Nash was worried. Then the shower curtain pulled back, and Abi stepped into the tub with Nash.
He was naked and taking Nash in as though he were about to sip a fine wine. “We need to talk.”
Nash raised his eyebrows and smiled. “Is that why you invaded my shower? To talk?”
Abi chuckled. “You don’t really think I’m invading anything.”
“I like you here.” Nash held Abi around the waist and then turned so Abi was under the spray. Abi’s skin felt cool to the touch. “You’re cold.”
“A little.” Abi wrapped his arms around Nash’s waist and hugged him.
Nash liked how tactile Abi had become. Nash held him, letting the hug go as long as Abi wanted.
“Are you okay?” Abi whispered.
“Are you worried about me, little mate?” Nash smiled.
Abi never worried about anyone, but Nash felt his worry through their strengthening bond. He wasn’t an emotional person.
Abi pulled away so their gazes could meet. “I can feel your emotions. At first, they were faint, but they’re stronger now. I know you had a hard time being around Mallor.”
“Our bond is getting stronger.” Nash could feel Abi too. It had strengthened with their time in the skybox. They only had to bite each other for it to be complete.
“That’s not my point.”
“I know.” Nash didn’t want to talk about his feelings.
He certainly didn’t want to talk about his past. Not with Abi, anyway.
The finer details had been shitty enough without having to relive them again.
Therapy and long talks with his Dragon Skull brothers had gone a long way in helping.
But Abi was right. Seeing Mallor again had brought it to the surface.
Abi had made Nash forget, but when their lovemaking session was over and they’d finished running from the scene with Mallor, it washed back into him again.
Nash cupped Abi’s cheek. “I’ll be okay.”
Abi initiated a kiss. “I had to make sure.”
“And you? How are you after all that?”
“Well, I want to suck your dick again.” Abi grinned.
Nash smiled.
Abi’s expression grew serious. “Do you think our cover is blown?”
Nash cupped his shoulders. “He’s definitely suspicious.”
“For sure. Hopefully, letting him drop us off helped him trust us.”
“Yeah, that’s why I’m hesitant to move hotels.” Nash grabbed the washcloth and soap and lathered up. “If he’s testing us, then we might pass if we stay put. It’s a gamble either way.
Abi leaned into him again when Nash began washing his back. “Feels good.”
“What do you want to do?” Nash moved down to his ass.
“Fuck and then talk about it later.” Abi’s cock grew hard, which made Nash hard.
“Shower sex?”
“Hell no. It’ll be awkward because of our height difference, and one of us will freeze half to death, probably you. Not only that, but I didn’t think to bring the lube. I was too excited at the thought of seeing your gorgeous naked body.”
Nash chuckled. “Then I guess we'd better finish our shower so we can get on to the fun part.”
Even though Nash intended to hurry things along, washing Abi was too good not to continue, so he took his time.
He washed Abi’s cock and balls next. Abi cursed and then panted when Nash jacked him off with the washcloth for a couple of strokes.
He kneeled and washed Abi’s legs.
Abi’s cock jetted out, wanting Nash’s attention, so Nash kissed the head and then sucked it into his mouth.
Abi sucked in a breath and then moaned. Abi steadied himself by holding onto Nash’s shoulders. “Fuck. That’s so good.”
Nash sucked the whole thing in before pulling off. He kissed the head. “That’s it until we finish the shower.”
Abi whimpered. “Please.”
“Finish first, boy.”
Abi grabbed the washcloth and soaped it up. When Nash stood, he began washing Nash’s chest, even though Abi hadn’t washed from the waist up in the front. Nash let him do what he wanted.
It was when he kneeled to wash Nash that he slowed down and concentrated on his cock. At first, he washed him, going up and down the length. And then he let the water rinse the soap off before taking it in his hand.
Abi met Nash’s gaze. “Can I suck your cock again, Daddy?”
Nash sucked in a breath. For the first time, Abi called Nash that on purpose, because he wanted to. Not because they were putting on a show.
“You can, boy. But you’ll stop when I tell you.”
“Okay, Daddy.” Abi licked his lips as if Nash’s cock was his favorite flavor of ice cream.
Nash sucked in a breath and then moaned when Abi finally wrapped his lips around him. It felt as though he had waited months or longer. Not hours since the last time Abi had touched his cock. Waiting made it feel like a punch of pleasure to his core. He had a difficult time keeping his hips still.
He held the back of Abi’s head, running his fingers through the strands. He would pull Abi back soon. He wanted to come inside Abi, if Abi was agreeable.
It was clear Abi loved sucking cock. He moaned every time he pulled off a bit and then took more of Nash. Would he make those same sounds when Nash was inside his ass? Gods, Nash hoped so.
“Pull off, boy.” Nash expected some resistance, but Abi didn’t give him any. He just whimpered, but did what Nash ordered.
Abi looked up at Nash. His lips were red and puffy. His gaze was almost adoring. Nash doubted he’d ever looked at anyone like he did Nash.
“I can feel what you feel too.” Just in case there was any doubt about that. “I know you want me. I want you just as much, baby.”
Abi bit his lip as if he were trying to stop himself from feeling. When his chin wobbled, Nash realized he was trying to stop the tears. But they came anyway, sliding down his cheeks. “Please don’t break my heart.”
Nash pulled him into his arms and then held him by the ass. “I won’t.”
Abi wrapped his legs around Nash’s waist. “You have the power. More than anyone else ever has.”
“I won’t,” Nash repeated. How could he prove it to Abi? Time would do it, but Abi needed reassurance.
There was only one way Nash could think of. “Bite me.”
Abi met his gaze. “What?”
“Give me the mating mark. If you want to, of course.” Nash didn’t want to make Abi think it was a demand. Abi had to give it freely.
“Are you sure?”
“Very sure.”
“No one has ever let me bite them before.”
“Good. That makes me the first.” Nash wanted to be the first at something. He certainly hadn’t been the first person to claim Abi as a mate, far from it. But he would be the last.
“What if we’re not really mates? What if it’s all a fluke? Like all the others.”
“I still want you for my mate. I’m going to be honest here. I think what we feel is real. But I want you even if it fades.”
“It could be the circumstances. We have to rely on each other.”
Nash put Abi on his feet and put him under the spray. “Put your head back.”
Abi did. “I want it to be real.”
Nash massaged Abi’s head for a bit. “Then it is. It’s as real as your feelings for me, Abi. And as real as mine are for you.”
“You won’t regret it?”
“No matter what happens, I will never regret you.” Nash grabbed the shampoo, poured some into his hand, set the bottle down, then rubbed his hands together before applying it to Abi’s hair and working it in.
“Look, a lot of guys in my family have polyamorous relationships. If we’re just a love match and not mates, and we find our mates down the road, I won’t stop loving you.
I can promise that. And then I guess we’ll talk about loving another person or two, whatever.
I’m open to whatever the future brings, but I want a future with you. ”
Abi didn’t say a word as he let Nash rinse the shampoo from his hair. When he was suds-free, he climbed Nash like a tree. Nash held him by his ass again. “I think I might sort of love you too. Maybe,” he whispered right before he bit Nash. This time, he broke the skin, leaving a mating mark.