Chapter Nineteen
It was late morning. Their schedule included going to bed when the sun went up and sleeping into the afternoon.
Abi was still sleepy, but the coffee he had drunk kept him awake. Nash slept like the dead. Or so Abi thought. When Abi went to get up and use the bathroom, Nash pulled him closer again and then wrapped himself around Abi.
Where are you going, mate?
To the bathroom. Mate. Abi liked how it sounded. It didn’t matter if he said it aloud or in his head. He thought no one would want forever with him, but he’d been wrong.
Bonding is permanent. You know that, right?
Nash growled and kissed Abi on his mating mark. “It had better be. You can’t get rid of me.”
Abi smiled. “I crave a certain part of you. Full-on addicted to your big dragon cock.”
Nash chuckled. “Are you okay?”
“I have never been better.” Abi had never felt so good in his life.
“Then why are we awake, baby?”
Abi smiled. “Because you let me drink coffee like three hours ago. I’m like a squirrel buzzed up on caffeine.”
Nash patted Abi’s ass and then rolled onto his back. “Use the bathroom, little squirrel.”
Abi scrambled off the bed while Nash was in the mood to let him up. Nash was an aggressive cuddler. “You know, you could get your cock ready for me to ride.”
Nash must have liked that idea because when Abi finished in the bathroom, Nash’s cock was slick and angry with need.
Abi only had eyes for it. The sight made him grow hard.
“Am I prepared enough for your use, little squirrel?”
Abi chuckled. “It’s sufficient.”
Abi straddled Nash’s lap. Nash’s cock rested against his ass, asking to get inside. He braced himself with his hands on Nash’s chest.
You look tired.
I’m not too tired to need you. Nash held Abi around his waist. Do you want prep?
Abi shook his head. I want it just like this. I like the burn.
Abi grabbed the lube and smeared some onto his fingers before applying it to his opening. Then he grabbed Nash’s cock and lifted just enough for the head to press against him.
He held Nash’s cock in place until he took enough for it to stay inside him. He had to go slowly. The fullness was intense.
Nash held him but didn’t make demands. His gaze was the only demanding part. He didn’t have to tell Abi not to look away. Abi obeyed the silent command.
Abi took about half of Nash’s cock when his muscles finally relaxed. He could take the rest of him a little faster.
“Fuck, boy.”
Abi lifted off partway and sank down again. He sighed with contentment. His blood heated.
Nash let Abi fuck himself on Nash’s cock, not helping even a little. But it didn’t last long before it became too much and he needed a quicker pace. He moaned and lifted Abi at his waist at all the right moments.
Abi stilled and let Nash fuck him from below. The pace wasn’t quite punishing, but it was a near thing. Neither of them wanted it to end, but Abi felt the buildup in his core.
He took his cock in hand and jacked himself to the rhythm Nash set.
It didn’t take long for him to fall over the edge.
Nash wasn’t far behind. He held Abi in place. His expression was beautiful when he came.
Abi collapsed onto Nash and tried to catch his breath.
Nash pulled the blankets over them and then held Abi close. “Are you feeling sleepy now, little squirrel?”
Abi’s yawn was his answer.
Nash’s cock wasn’t even soft enough to fall out of him before he fell asleep again.
****
Abi wasn’t sure how long he slept the second time, but it was clear Nash hadn’t slept at all. Abi lay on the bed alone. Cum covered his abdomen and stomach. It felt crusty, as though it had glued him to the sheets.
Ugh, he felt gross.
He blinked his eyes open and saw Nash at the window. He had showered. His hair was slicked back and shiny black with blue highlights. Water still clung to the strands as though it couldn’t let him go. Maybe the drops were addicted to Nash, too.
We should have moved hotels. Nash sounded worried, even through their link.
Abi blinked the sleep from his eyes, telling himself to wake up and focus on what Nash had said. After Abi got his brain working again, he worked out what Nash hadn’t said. Mallor is watching the hotel.
Abi stood and made his way over to Nash.
Nash wrapped an arm around him. “Yes.”
“You think that means he’s onto us.” Abi had worked that out too.
“Maybe.” Nash nodded to the small table across the room. There was a white sheet of paper. It had creases in two places as if someone had folded it. “Mallor had someone slip that under our door.”
The lines of worry didn’t leave Nash’s face when Abi crossed the room.
It was an invitation to the sex club Mallor frequented. “Do you think his slaves are in this place?”
“Your guys scouted that place. It’s very public. In the club district. And he wants us there on a busy night, which means if the slaves are there, they won’t be easy to rescue. It’ll likely have one way in and one way out.”
“So we’ll be sitting ducks if we go to him and Mallor suspects us.” Abi filled in the dots.
Abi went to Nash again and hugged him. They looked down at the parking lot. Nash pointed to a car at the back of the lot. A person sat behind the wheel. “That’s our guy there.
He put down the paper and headed to the bathroom. “I need to shower, but afterwards I’ll find out if our little spy knows anything.”
Nash sighed. “Don’t get hurt, baby.”
Abi stood in the bathroom doorway and winked at Nash. I won’t if you won’t.
“Deal.” Nash ran his gaze over Abi’s naked form. “You’re sexy, all dirty with my cum dripping out of you.”
Abi turned and slapped his ass cheek so Nash could watch it jiggle.
Nash chuckled and closed the distance between them. He wrapped his arms around Abi from behind.
“When this is over, I’m going to talk you into moving in with me.”
“Are you giving me a heads-up?”
“Yep.”
He hadn’t considered what would happen once they finished the job.
A part of him still thought the bonding would fade and Nash would end things.
That Nash was in his head, feeling his feelings, factored in.
That was the reality. Not Nash leaving. He knew that in his head, but the fear crept in, taking up room.
“Hey, none of that, baby. I’m here where I will always be.” Nash kissed his mating mark. “And my mark is still on you. But it’s real even if it had healed and disappeared.”
Hope was turning into belief. “Let’s get through this new development first, and then we’ll talk about the finer details.”
Nash kissed him and let him go into the shower. Abi left the door open a crack, letting the belief filter through the room along with the steam.