Chapter 6
CONALL
The brown monstrosity he was wearing had to come off. It clashed with his skin tone, making him seem pale, and it was a horrible reminder of where we were right now. The sooner I ripped off his clothes, the better.
I tore at the shirt first, yanking it over his head and breaking our kiss long enough to throw it away before my lips attached to his again.
I couldn’t get enough of him. It’d been too long since I’d felt his mouth on mine, and I wasn’t going to waste one precious second.
He was warm against me, his arms strong as they wrapped around my hips, dragging me as close as I could get.
I clutched his face, the need to map every inch of his body again so strong that I thought I would die if I didn’t. His taste exploded on my tongue and a deep ache formed in the hollowness of my chest. Fuck, I missed him.
He drew away, and I whimpered, desperate for his mouth on mine again, but when I chased his lips, he laughed and held his face away. “Pet, not so fast.”
“Yes, fast. I fucking missed your cock. And you.”
“Language,” Sloan reprimanded in a gentle tone with none of his usual seriousness. His dark eyebrows dipped and he released my hips to stroke a thumb over my bare neck. “You don’t have your collar on.”
I pouted, shoulders dropping. “Ronan said they would make me take it off and he wanted it safe. So, he has it in the car. The rest of my belongings are in a locker.” I frowned. “The guard that led me in here was a prick. He was disrespectful.”
“Which one? Hanson?” He shook his head, lips pressed together. “Don’t worry about him. I’ll deal with him when I’m out of here. Trust me. No one treats you like that.” He dipped down to lay a short gentle kiss on my lips.
I tilted my chin up, hoping to get something deeper, but he shifted away again.
“How is Fionn? How are the men treating you?” he asked.
“Fionn’s good. I’m taking care of our son.” I smirked when he laughed and pinched my arse. “He won’t call me papa, though. Can you talk to him? I’m hurt.”
“Stop being a brat.” His face softened, though, and I suspected he really missed my banter. “And the men?”
I hesitated, offering him a smile. Since I wasn’t kissing him like my life depended on it, my body reminded me of the aches and pains.
My head throbbed, and I closed my eyes for a short moment, blinking away the harsh light of the room.
I needed to get this back on track and quick.
Maybe I could forget about my soreness for a little while with a different kind of pain—the pleasurable one.
“How about we don’t talk business? I want your cock in my arse.
Is that too much for a man like me to ask? ”
His gaze slid over me, and I froze. Sloan had always been perceptive, and I wasn’t sure if I could hide how I was feeling around him. The twist of his lips was a sign he was seeing more than I wanted, so I needed to distract him the only way I knew how. This wasn’t about me. He was the one in jail.
I stepped back, out of his arms, and ignored the shiver that worked up my spine and the rolling nausea that churned in my stomach.
I made a show of licking my lips as I slid my fingers up my stomach until I reached the top button of my shirt and worked it through the hole.
I unbuttoned my shirt slowly, gaze trapped on Sloan’s the entire time.
He watched me, eyes flashing as I slid my shirt off my shoulders and let it flutter to the floor. I didn’t know what kind of gross shit was on the cement, but I wasn’t going to let that concern me.
“Do you think they saw the plug in my arse when I went through their fancy machines?” I whispered, sucking my bottom lip into my mouth. “Or maybe how wet I am with all the lube I used just so you can fuck your dick into me in one try?”
The growl that left Sloan’s throat was downright feral and I felt it all the way down to my toes.
Every one of my limbs trembled as he stalked forward and seized my face in his large hands before slamming his mouth down on mine again.
His palms were fire on my cheeks and his kiss was electric.
Getting myself off wasn’t the same as having Sloan, and after spending eight years with him, I wasn’t interested in blowing my load without him.
“Clothes off, now,” he demanded, not giving me a chance to react before he was tearing at my belt.
I kicked off my shoes and socks as he yanked down my pants, and I nearly tripped as he shoved them down my legs.
I tipped over sideways, but Sloan caught me, completely unaware of the sudden dizziness that hit me like a truck.
Blinking and trying to center myself again, I kicked my pants off, my cock bouncing at half mast as a “hello” to Sloan.
I nodded at his clothes, but I didn’t have a chance to say anything before he moved.
His shoes, socks, pants, and underwear came off in a rush, and I was glad he was finally out of that ridiculous color that didn’t match his aura one bit.
I should send the warden a strong letter of encouragement about changing the jail uniform color.
He was on me again, mouth eating mine with the kind of need I missed. His cock nudged against my length, and I moaned, wrapping my fingers around his crown to give it a solid stroke. My hand came away soaked in precum.
“I need you in me,” I murmured against his lips, and he grunted as he guided me back toward the bed.
I licked his precum from my palm, and his gaze blazed with hunger as he shoved me onto the thin mattress.
The bed squeaked, but I ignored it, focusing on the sexy as sin man above me with his powerful muscles that strained under my stare.
The ache in my head was constant, but I ignored it, reaching out a hand to Sloan. He came down to me, his wide body blanketing mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist and dragged my cock against his, and he hissed.
I caressed my knuckle across his jaw, staring at the sharp lines of his cheeks and the scar that slashed over his left eye.
This scary, handsome guy was mine, and I wasn’t letting him go.
No matter what. If I had to join him in prison to be near him, then I would. “Have they been treating you well?”
“For the most part.” He smirked, sliding his palm over my shoulder and arm, and laid a tender kiss on my lips. “This is my territory and that comes with respect. Men know to keep their distance.”
“So the Feds won’t send you anywhere else?” I asked, my voice wavering more than I would’ve liked.
“If I was convicted, they’d try.” He shook his head and dipped down for another kiss. I cupped his face and leaned fully into him, spreading my legs to give him more space against me. “But it won’t come to that, Pet. I promise. We’re working on our options.”
I had a feeling I knew what he was talking about, but he’d made sure to keep me out of the loop.
According to him, the less I knew the better.
Plausible deniability and all that shit.
I hated that I wasn’t aware of the plan, but I trusted Sloan with my life.
Despite being in this hellhole, he was still our boss.
His orders weren’t the kind to be disobeyed.
He nuzzled his nose against mine, and I sighed happily.
“I want you inside me, Boss,” I whispered, a little too desperately, but I was so needy I didn’t care.
Sloan kissed me again, and I spread my legs wider as he dipped his hand down past our stomachs. His fingers slipped between my cheeks and stroked over the plug in my arsehole, and I shivered. “You’re well prepared for me, Pet.”
“You told me to be.” I curled my arms around his neck and dragged him down against me, his chest warm and heavy on my own. Fuck, I needed this. “You’re my boss, and I followed your orders.”
He exhaled and laid his forehead against mine, and I closed my eyes, breathing in the cheap scent of that horrible soap. Fuck. I loathed that he didn’t smell the same. How was I supposed to walk out of Rikers after this? I couldn’t leave him.
He stroked his hand over my bare neck, his nose scrunching in distaste. “I hate that you’re not wearing your collar, Pet.”
“Me too,” I admitted lightly. “But I couldn’t let any of those dirty bastards put their filthy paws on it. It’s mine, and I’m yours.”
He groaned and pressed his fingers harder against the plug, surprising a hiss out of me.
“When you get back to Ronan, leave the collar off. At home, at the back of my closet, is a small wooden box. Inside is another collar that I stashed in case it ever came to this. I want you to wear that one.” He dipped his head down to kiss me, and I moaned, arching my back to grind my cock against his.
“I like mine.” I pouted up at him.
He smirked. “I know, Pet, but this one is only temporary. It’s different.”
“How?” I pressed my nails into his shoulders, and he shuddered against me, baring his teeth in a possessive snarl. He captured my mouth in a hard kiss and my legs tightened around him. I dug my heels into his arsecheeks, and he pumped his hips against mine, our cocks sliding against one another.
“You’ll see it when you get home,” he growled against my lips. “Our men know my emblem, and when you wear this collar, they’ll know you are in charge by my orders. If they revolt, kill them. I don’t care how many you have to get rid of, Pet. I don’t allow traitors in my company.”
I wanted to ask him more questions, but he slotted his mouth over mine hungrily, and I fell into the depths of his sexual charisma.
I was weak for him. Groaning, I dropped my feet onto the bed as he slowly dragged the plug out of my hole.
He threw the silicone onto the disgusting floor, never removing his lips from mine, before he filled the space with his fingers.
The warmth of his digits inside me spread heat through me and it landed in my balls. My cock twitched against his, and I cursed into his mouth, which earned me a nip on the bottom lip.