Chapter 16 #2
His teeth clamped down on my fingers, and the prick of pain shot my release through me like white lightning.
It was so intense that my body bowed, which drove my cock even deeper inside him.
The pressure on my fingers released, and Haz whimpered, but ecstasy had a hold on me, and I stayed buried, hips rutting as my dick unleashed.
I was sweating when I finished, pulse racing and body weak.
I glanced down, noting how mashed together we were, and started to withdraw.
Haz’s legs wrapped around me, his feet shoving my ass. “Not yet.”
Another aftershock shot through me, and I glanced down at his lower belly. Maybe I was high from endorphins or my vision was blurred. But he looked a little swollen, stuffed nice and full of my seed.
Satisfaction roared through me, and I covered that little mound with my hand, rubbing against it with pride. “Mine.”
He huffed a little. “Oh, I’m ruined for anyone else.”
Leaning forward, I snatched his chin, my stare boring into his. “There is no one else. There never will be again.” I will kill them.
I might even kill whoever came before me.
His stare never once dropped from mine, even though I knew it shone with the unhinged promise of violence. And then he nodded.
I kissed him. Long and sloppy. Rolling so I was on my back and he was sprawled across my chest. I kissed him until my lungs burned for air, and then I kissed him more.
Eventually, he collapsed onto my chest, burying his face in my neck, and I held him to me like someone might try and steal him away.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked after a while.
“If you did, it was overshadowed by pleasure.”
I tugged his moplike strands gently, just enough to get him to lift his head. “You can use your safe word any time. I will stop what I’m doing immediately, and I will never use it against you. Your safety and pleasure come before anything else, even me.”
He smiled shyly and ducked his face. “You didn’t hurt me. Your dick is just huge.”
I smiled up at the ceiling.
A little while later, I carried him (and his IV) into the bathroom to clean us up. The set to his lips and the sheen of sweat on his brow was proof he was sore and in need of more rest. It brought back the murderous thoughts I’d been drowning in the entire night toward whoever did this to him.
I would not let this go. Whoever did this would not go unpunished.
Once he was clean and buttoned into one of my clean shirts, I left him sitting on the bathroom counter to retrieve his red boxers with pizza slices all over them. Utterly ridiculous.
“Don’t fiddle with that,” I snapped, coming back into the bathroom to see him picking at the bandage around his knee.
“I haven’t seen the stitches yet.”
“I already have.” I informed him.
“Your eyes are not my eyes,” he sassed.
“No, but that body is mine, and if I’m satisfied with the job the doctor did, then you will be too.”
He made a face, then saw what I was holding. “You washed my underwear?”
“I washed everything you were wearing, even if most of it is ruined.” I need to get him some new clothes and some space in the closet to hang them.
Haz snatched the boxers from my hand and reached down to slip them over his foot. His face contorted with the bend, and I pulled them from his hand.
“Easy,” I cautioned, crouching to slide them over his feet and up his legs, careful to avoid his injured knee.
“Hold on to me,” I directed, pleased as shit when his arms looped around my shoulders. I lifted, tugging the boxers up, and then carried him back to bed.
“You have a washer and dryer here?” he asked.
“Of course.”
“I do my laundry at the laundromat,” he said. “I didn’t see any laundry here. Is it in your office?”
My office being one of the rooms he’d yet to see.
“It’s in the hallway,” I said, tucking the blankets around him.
His nose wrinkled. “Where?”
“Behind a hidden panel in the wall.”
“I want to see,” he exclaimed, trying to get out of the bed I’d just put him in.
“Don’t even think about it,” I warned.
“But the secret door…” he complained.
“You can see it later. Lie back.”
“Can I get this IV out now?”
“No.”
“Tyrant.”
“Brat.”
His stomach growled angrily, the sound taking over the room.
“When’s the last time you ate?” I asked.
“Yesterday.”
“When yesterday?” I pressed.
“Those eggs you made me.”
Irritation punched me. “You haven’t eaten in over twenty-four hours?”
“I was busy trying not to get shot!”
I sighed heavily. “I’ll go make you something to eat. Do not get out of this bed.”
I expected him to argue. Instead, he asked, “Can I have some pain medication too?”
All the frustration and anger drained right out of me. Sinking onto the side of the bed, I brushed his hair away from his forehead. “Where’s it hurt, baby doll?”
“Everywhere,” he replied. “Remind me to never crawl through broken glass again.”
My teeth gnashed at the memory of the broken glass with blood all over it at his apartment. “Hazard,” I said, voice gruff. “Did you see who did this to you?”
He nodded.
“Do you know them?”
He shook his head. “I’ve never seen them before in my life.”
“How many were there?”
“Three.”
I let out a choked sound, imagining him facing off with three attackers alone. “I want to know every detail. Everything you can remember.”
“It’s all kinda hazy. I was scared. And in a rush to get away,” he said, lowering his eyes to the bed.
“It’s okay, doll.” I reassured him, leaning in to kiss his temple. “Just tell me what you can.” I stood from the bed. “But first, food and medication.”
When I was at the door, he called my name. “Kieran?”
I turned back. His cheeks were pink, and his hands were hidden by the too-long sleeves of my shirt. “Thank you. For everything.”
Warmth expanded my chest, the sensation strange. Not at all how I felt when completing a job.
This was different. More.
Maybe I could do this after all. Maybe I could keep this little hazard alive.
I was plating steaming slices of thick French toast when something vibrated nearby. Glancing behind me at the island, I saw my phone where it had lain forgotten on the counter since we’d come in last night.
My mind drifted to the gym and the confrontation in the shower. I’d forgotten about that too. After finding Haz, nothing else mattered. But now my curiosity was piqued.
Grabbing the phone, I called up the texts, finding one from an unknown number. The address of whoever it was these men thought they could force me to kill.
Like hell I’d do their dirty work.
I read the address.
Read it again.
A hot-and-cold sensation burst in my gut while disbelief and fury clouded my head.
Out of all the people in this city—hell, the entire globe. What were the odds? Impossible. I gazed around the empty kitchen, almost expecting someone to laugh.
But this wasn’t a joke. If it was… The joke’s on me.
Jaw clenched, I stared down the hall toward my bedroom where the man I’d involuntarily obsessed over lay broken and bruised.
The man the mob demanded I assassinate. The only man I’d ever wanted to keep alive.