28. Rio
Shooting people resulted in a lot of paperwork. That Ginny wasn’t dead helped, but only by so much. As it was, I was arrested until things were sorted out, though that went fairly quickly once John and the assorted detectives and captains were brought into the situation. My shot was found to be in defense of myself and Saint, and I was released. They kept my gun, which pissed me off, but I would be able to get a new one thanks to John. If a guard was willing to carry a weapon he made sure that they had a good one.
Clay and Elena were taken back to the shelter by Officer Maxwell, who accepted the story of the events sans a couple of the details. When they finally let me go, Saint was waiting outside for me, and he hustled me into his car and took us back to the hotel room. I wondered why we weren’t going to his apartment for a minute, then I remembered that Ginny had vandalized it, and besides that, all our things were in the room.
When we got into the room, Saint pushed me against the door and kissed me hard. “It’s safe now,” he said, and I didn’t point out that Fernandez was still a threat because he was grinding into me. “I love you so much and I want you right now, Gregorio. Please.” He pulled back and batted his lashes, tilting his head. “Please.”
I groaned helplessly and dragged him to the bed.
If Saint was pretty while he was being good for my mouth, it was nothing compared to how he looked and sounded when he was good for me while I fingered him. I had him on his side, one of his long legs over my hip so I could reach while I was still able to kiss him. He knew exactly what he was permitted to do, and what he was not permitted to do, and he was staying within his boundaries beautifully. I teased him, murmuring that he was so pretty and so good, while I worked him higher and higher.
His sounds were so good, pleading gasps and whimpers and then a panting whine when I found his prostate and stroked it as gently as you would stroke a newborn kitten.
I pushed his legs open wide and held them with my thighs when I breached him, mouthing at his chest. I wasn’t tall enough to kiss his mouth from this position, so I made up for it by kissing his nipples and nibbling at all of the soft skin I could reach. He panted as I pushed in, and his nails scored my shoulders. I moaned deeply at the stinging pain that pushed the pleasure of his tight body around my cock even higher.
“My sexy,” I said, “My good boy…” He whined again, squirming as I held myself still, pinning him in place. I chuckled and bit him a little harder. “No, Sexy, you wait until I give it to you.”
Saint shuddered hard, his arms going up over his head, and I smiled into his eyes. “Very, very good,” I said, and began an achingly slow withdrawal. I admired how his spine bowed in response, his hands clutching at the pillow, and then admired even more the look of shocked ecstasy when I snapped my hips and thrust in hard.
I used him well, wringing as much delight from him as I physically could before I allowed myself to come, then I pulled out and swallowed him whole. He had been leaking and he was slippery wet with precome, the flavor strong on my tongue. I fondled his balls and slipped down farther to tease gently as I sucked him and it was mere moments before he arched hard and began to convulse, each spurt accompanied by a harsh gasp of my name or my title.
After, Saint was as coordinated as a newborn colt, and allowed me to hold him without any resistance. He swallowed, blinking hazily, and smiled at me.
“Worth waiting for?” I asked, unable to resist a bit of cheek.
His reply was the most satisfied hum I’ve ever heard another person make, and I chuckled and wrapped him up to hold. I would clean us up in a little while, but this was first. This was the most important thing.
***
The next morning we walked into True Colors and I stood back while a flood of bodies pressed around Saint, all vying for a hug, a high five, or a fist bump. The look on his face told me exactly why they all loved him this much; he looked like he was coming home.
Clay and Elena were the only two who weren’t in the throng. They were there, but they hung back, watching the rest of the kids greet Saint. I edged around to them and they greeted me, though they didn’t look me in the eye.
“Did you two sleep okay last night?” I asked.
“Si,” Elena said, while Clay nodded.
Her eyes darted up to look me in the face, and I smiled at her. “Go see Saint, he’s not mad at you.” I nodded toward Saint, who was now looking at us over the kids’ heads.
Elena looked from me to Saint and back, nodded, and went to him as he smiled at her.
Clay watched her go and looked at me. “Her dad’s still going to try to take her,” he said, and I nodded.
“I know, but we’ll figure it out. You’re safe now, though… How are you doing?”
Clay shrugged, his jaw tight. “I’m fine. He deserved it.” He side-eyed me. “Minnie said I need to talk to a therapist.”
“She’s right,” I said. “You’ve been through a lot of shit in the last month or so, and I can imagine some of the shit from before you left home, too. I take it she’s setting that up?”
Clay nodded, sighing. “She said I could stay here, or Saint could find me a foster family. I’m not sure which I wanna do yet.”
“No mom?” I asked. I hadn’t heard about her throughout all of this, and I was curious but there hadn’t been much time to press for information.
“She died when I was born,” Clay said. “Something about part of my water bag or something grew into her uterus and she bled to death.” His jaw was tight enough to make mine ache now, a contrast to the nonchalant shrug he gave. “He’s had girlfriends but they don’t pay attention to me.”
“So between staying here and Minnie finding you a foster…” I said thoughtfully, hoping to draw him into a pros and cons discussion.
“Well if I stayed here I could help out,” Clay said. “I like to help out.”
“You do, and you’re good at it. You could go to school online and maybe learn how to work in a shelter too, and once you’re old enough you could go to school for social work and do the same thing Saint does,” I said. “But if you went to a foster home, you could have a more normal life. Go to school and have friends and just be a kid.”
Clay shrugged again, and I think we just made up his mind for him, but I didn’t push. “Talk to Saint, too,” I said, and he nodded.
Minnie, who was shorter than Saint by a generous margin, flung herself at Saint once he disentangled himself from the kids and squeezed him hard enough that I could hear him grunt.
“I missed you,” she said when she was finished squeezing the stuffing out of him. She cupped his cheeks and smushed his face a little, which I had to carefully not laugh at. “Look at you…” she said, turning his head to take him in. Then she looked at me and her smile went saucy. “And look at him…”
Saint’s cheeks colored up prettily and I smiled and nodded politely. “Hola,” I said. I had met Minnie before the shooting but she clearly felt that there was more to be seen about me now.
“Rio has done a fantastic job,” Saint said. “He took excellent care of me.”
Minnie grinned, eyeing us both, but she said nothing else in front of the kids. I wondered if Saint would be getting a bare bulb treatment from her at the first opportunity. I offered her my most innocent smile.
Saint made a circuit of the shelter, looking at things here and there that the kids wanted him to see, greeting Mark and Levi with back-slapping hugs, and finally made it to his office. He stopped outside the door and sighed, placing his palm flat on the door for a minute before he opened it – and stopped stock still in shock.