Chapter 14
Cream
Jordan
I checked my phone for the umpteenth time before tossing it on the table in frustration.
“He’s fine,” Maddox said, stretching in his chair. “Relax and stop fretting.”
Buck blinked in confusion. “Who’s fine?”
“Scarface,” Maddox replied.
“He said he would get back to me,” I grumbled, checking my phone again. “Why isn’t he calling me? God, I have such a bad feeling about this.”
“They have a prison break over there, Jordan. Don’t take it personally.”
“Still, it’s almost evening.”
“Anyway, I’m off,” Maddox said, yawning and standing up. “See you at your place.”
It was kind of a tradition. On Fridays, we would all get together at my place for a movie night, which was a euphemism for getting drunk. I wasn’t in the mood for company, but it would probably help me get my mind off things like… why the hell isn’t Adam calling me?
Maybe he changed his mind. A voice in my head whispered. Maybe he doesn’t like you anymore.
“Shut up!” I growled, kicking the garbage bin.
Buck looked at me, startled. “I didn’t say anything.”
“I didn’t mean you. I was just… talking to myself.”
“That’s bad, dude.”
No shit.
It was late in the evening when the gang arrived, which meant Maddox, John Smith, and Buck. Maddox showed up with a case of beer and sporting a black eye that complemented his equally dark irises.
“What the hell happened to you?” I said, closing the door behind him.
“Eh, I had a score to settle. I also lost my knife, which is a bummer.”
He left the beers on the kitchen counter, where they joined the already unholy amount of booze and snacks the others had brought.
“I hope you didn’t lose it in someone,” I remarked. “By the way, this score you had to settle… did it have anything to do with him?” I pointed at John Smith’s bandaged wrist.
“He’s my LD brother. Of course, it had to do with him. All for one and one for all, right?”
“Right,” I murmured when my doorbell rang. “Who the fuck is that? If one of you invited what’s-her-name here, I swear to God, there will be blood.”
When I opened the door and found myself gazing into the sky-blue eyes, my heart nearly stopped.
Before I could recover, the largest hands on the planet cupped my face, and the softest lips found mine.
The sweetest tongue licked at mine as I ended up pinned to the door.
I returned the kiss, rubbing my growing erection against the equally hard dick, only to break the kiss abruptly.
“You asshole!” I exclaimed, pushing Adam away. “How dare you? Not one call, you jerk! Not one. Do you have any idea how worried I was? I already saw you attacked… shot… injured… dead in a ditch somewhere, you prick!”
“My phone died,” Adam said sheepishly. “And I forgot my charger at home.”
“Right, and no one could lend one to you?”
“As luck would have it, no one had the one that fit.”
“How can you be back already?” I said, checking the time on my phone. ”Did you find a time machine or something?”
“Not as such. The chopper was flying a wounded guard to Smitsville General Hospital, so I tagged along.”
“What about your car?”
“Marcello will arrange for someone to return it,” Adam replied, cocking his eyebrow. “Are we done with the million questions? I need a shower, a drink, and a fuck, not necessarily in that order.”
“Shhh,” I shushed him. “Everyone’s here.”
He frowned. “Who the fuck is everyone, and why did you invite them?”
“Everyone from the LD, and they invited themselves. Just get in, and I’ll explain everything.”
“That’s my freaking luck,” Adam murmured, squeezing my ass in passing. “God, I missed that ass.”
“Are you hungry?”
“No, but I would like a drink and a cup of coffee.”
He followed me into the kitchen, ignoring the surprised looks of our already half-drunk colleagues.
“Tequila?” I said, taking the bottle out of the fridge as he sat at the kitchen island.
“Make it double.”
“How are things in Grangetown?”
“It’s a shitshow. Four guards were wounded, one of them critically.
Two guards are missing, presumably because they helped those assholes escape.
The inmates wore guards’ uniforms when they attacked the ambulance.
The rain obscured their faces, so when the driver realized something was wrong, it was too late.
Biancchi and I interviewed the witnesses, including the Crusher’s goon who faked the heart attack. ”
“What did he have to say?” I said, handing him tequila.
“Not much, because he died before we could pull it out of him. His pals knifed him before they fled to make sure that he wouldn’t talk. They ditched the ambulance in the woods nearby and left in some other way. Marcello thinks Santiago is headed our way, and I’m inclined to agree.”
“Then he’s stupid,” I said, glancing at him. “You take your coffee with cream, right?”
“Yeah, thanks.”
When I put the mug in front of him, Adam gave me a hungry once-over.
“Come here.”
“Drink your coffee first.”
“Why?”
“Because I made it with a special kind of cream.”
He frowned in confusion. “What kind of cream?”
“You know… the one that you like so much.”
When the realization hit him, his cheeks turned rosy. It was the first time I saw Adam Markland blush, and it filled me with an unholy amount of satisfaction. I managed to shock the fucker, and he deserved it.
“You didn’t,” he said, bringing the cup to his nose and sniffing.
“I did.”
So, yeah, maybe I jerked off after the shower and saved my cum for him, but he did say that he liked the way I tasted.
Adam took a sip, looking at me over the rim of the mug.
“Mmm,” he hummed. “This is the best coffee I have ever tasted.”
“There’s more where that came from,” I said, trying hard not to laugh. “Although we should probably wait for the others to leave before I give it to you.”
“You’ve got me excited,” Adam said with a painful expression, looking down at his crotch where his erection tented his pants. “Fuck you, Jordie. Now I have to shower in cold water.”
“Oh, I did that?” I said with a pout.
“You won’t ask me that while riding my dick, you little shit.”
With that image in mind and a smile on my face, I returned to the living room, where everyone ignored me except Maddox. He was playing cards with Buck, but his eyes were on me.
“Where’s Markland?”
“Taking a shower,” I replied, not quite looking at him. “He’s… um… misplaced his keys, so he came here to… wash himself.”
Maddox grinned. “Is that what you kids are calling it these days?”
I flipped him off and put on a football game, hoping it would shut him up.
It did, at least until Adam joined us, barefoot, sexy, and dressed in my sweats and a T-shirt.
We were approximately the same height, but he was much more muscular than me so the clothes stretched over his body in a way that could be described only as indecent.
“Nice outfit,” Maddox murmured, sizing him up. “Perhaps not enough pocket space?”
“Fuck off,” Adam snarled, before looking at John Smith, who was sitting on a sofa next to me. “John Smith, would you mind?”
When John Smith realized his meaning, he abruptly stood up as Adam sat down next to me.
“Subtle,” I murmured without looking at him.
“Fuck subtle.”
“How was your shower?”
“Great. What are we watching?”
“A football game, but don’t ask me who’s playing. I can’t focus on anything because I keep thinking about those two psychos on the loose.”
“Speaking of psychos, Mendoza called me.”
I blinked. “Excuse me?”
“Yeah, while I was driving to Grangetown. He had a message for Biancchi.”
“What kind of message?”
“Oh, just a bunch of the same old, same old. Tell Marc I’m coming for him, yada, yada. And a few insane things, which I won’t repeat.”
“I think Mendoza likes him,” I said in a low voice. “Biancchi, I mean.”
“I’m inclined to agree, which means Biancchi is in deep shit.”
“How is he, by the way?”
“His marriage is on the rocks, his job is on the line, and the biggest gun smuggler in the country is on his back. How would you feel?”
I chuckled. “And I thought my life was complicated.”
When Adam draped his arm across the back of the sofa above my shoulders, I looked at him with alarm.
“What are you doing?”
“Making myself comfortable,” he retorted, as his blue gaze found mine. “Why is everyone still here, Jordie?”
“I can’t just tell them to leave,” I whispered, giving him a pointed look. “It would be rude.”
“Oh, really? Incidentally, I found your thingie.”
I frowned in confusion. “What thingie?”
“That thingie in your bathroom cabinet. What’s it called… a butt plug?”
I gasped, jabbing him in the ribs. “Keep your voice down. It’s not what you think. I used it just once. It was for… educational purposes.”
“Hey, I’m not judging.”
“Where… what did you do with it?”
Adam smirked. “Guess.”
It was one of those smirks that always confounded me, because I never knew what they meant. Except this one... I knew what this one meant.
“No!” I exclaimed, wide-eyed. “You didn’t.”
“I did.”
Hold up! Adam Markland put a butt plug into his ass?
For me? The fact made me short-circuit, so no wonder I slammed my lips on his, for once not caring about our audience.
His lips met mine readily, and a smile that accompanied them told me he anticipated my unhinged reaction.
I was clambering onto his lap like a monkey when I heard whistles and cheers behind me.
“Thank God!”
“Finally!”
“Hallelujah!”
“Text Chief Bibb. It will cure his ulcer.”
“Should we leave?”
That one was most certainly Buck.
“No, Buck, we will stay here and watch them fuck. Jesus.”
Adam carried me to the bedroom even before the front door closed behind them, and we were left alone. Five seconds later, we were both naked. Ten seconds later, his dick was in my mouth.
“That’s it, princess,” Adam murmured, watching me suck him off. “Make it sloppy.”