Chapter 33
THEO
ICOULDN’T SLEEP.
The bed was top of the line, the sheets crisp yet silky soft, and with the concrete walls down, the place was a fortress. We were safe. We had everything we needed. And yet…
I could still see the car exploding when I closed my eyes.
But it wasn’t fear that ran through my veins.
It was rage. The fact that the motherfucker upending my world was still out there pissed me off, and so did not being able to hunt them down to tear them apart limb by limb.
It went against every instinct I had to just sit here and let my brothers get the situation under control.
I knew they would—it was what we did—but it still felt wrong to be tucked away in a safe house… enjoying myself.
Because even with leech-filled hikes and psychotic monkeys, I couldn’t deny that this had been the best time I’d had in forever. That shouldn’t have been the case. Shep was bossy to the extreme, a pain in the ass, and he seemed to get off on torturing me with nature.
But he also took every bit of what I threw at him and batted it back, something I respected. I couldn’t deal with a guy who let me run all over him, and Shep put up a good fight. He was also protective, a killer cook, and I couldn’t even think about his incredible body without getting a hard-on.
So did that mean I was crushing on Shep Winchester?
Putain. He was the last man I should be looking at, but I couldn’t seem to get enough of him.
King had no idea what he’d done when he put Shep in charge of my security, and now that I had him close, I didn’t know if I’d want to let him go after this was all over.
What the hell was I doing alone in this bedroom?
I threw back the covers and headed down the hallway to Shep’s room.
His door was cracked open, and I could just make out the way he lay on his back, hands behind his head.
He wasn’t asleep either, just staring at the ceiling like he was deep in thought.
I was tempted to watch him for a while longer, just to look at him, but like he sensed my presence, his eyes shot to mine and I was busted.
I hadn’t bothered with clothes, only wearing the boxer briefs I’d stripped down to. As I entered his room, Shep’s gaze traveled down my body.
“It’s my understanding that you’re supposed to be watching my every move,” I said. “That’s pretty hard to do in separate rooms, so I should probably stay in here.”
A wicked smile curved his kissable lips. “That’s the excuse you’re using?”
“Will it get me in your bed?”
Shep whipped the sheets off. Unlike me, he hadn’t bothered wearing any clothes. “Does it look like I’m kicking you out?”
Non, it did not. Shep’s cock was standing up to invite me closer. But just as I was about to climb in beside him, he held up a finger, halting me.
“Is there a problem?” I asked.
“Yes.” Shep’s gaze dropped back below my waist. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
I couldn’t help my grin as I slid my thumbs into the elastic of my briefs and slipped them down my body. When I was finally as naked as he was, I slowly turned, arms outstretched so he could see all of me.
“Well, do I have permission now?”
Shep reached over to his side drawer, pulled out a bottle of lube, and tossed it on the bed beside him. “Get in here.”
As I climbed onto the bed, Shep reached for my hand and pulled me down onto the mattress, rolling the two of us until I was on my back and he was hovering over me.
“Ah, you want to play boss tonight,” I teased as I spread my legs, letting him settle in between them. “Or maybe the big, brave bodyguard. Do you want me to act helpless? Pretend I need rescuing?”
Shep stared down at me, and with a hand on either side of my head, it allowed me a delicious look at all of his rippling muscles.
“How about we don’t play any role tonight?” he suggested, his voice rough like gravel. “How about we just be ourselves?”
I wasn’t sure what it was about that particular suggestion that made my heart race. It wasn’t like this was the first time we’d been together.
“Ourselves?”
“Yes.” Shep lowered his head until his lips were by my ear.
“I want to be with Theo tonight. Not the Prince of Monaco, not my ‘brother’ from Libertine. I want to be with the man who drives me crazy and yet still somehow manages to make me laugh.” He brushed his lips over the top of mine and then added, “I want to be with you, Theo.”
I trembled as Shep moved down over me. When he trailed his fingers along my thigh to the crook of my knee, I lifted it up over his hip.
“Let me take you like this,” he said, pressing soft kisses down to my jaw. “Open up to me. Let me watch you fall apart.”
Mon Dieu. Was I really going to do this?
It was one thing to have a few quick fucks, ones where no thought was involved, no feelings other than who could get who off the quickest. But as Shep’s cock glided back and forth over my skin, marking me with his pre-cum, all I could think about was feeling him inside me.
“Take me,” I said in a voice I barely recognized.
It wasn’t that I was granting permission so much as I was imploring him to enjoy me, revel in me. I wanted him to lose himself in a way he never had before, and more than ever, I wanted to watch him fall the fuck apart.
“Hmm, I like the sound of that.”
That made two of us.
I also liked the raspy groan that followed when I wound my arms around his neck and rolled my hips up off the bed to grind my cock against his.
Shep’s fingers tightened under my knee as he held it up around his waist, but he didn’t need to worry. Now that I had my sights set on taking him, I wouldn’t let go until I had him.
My eyes slammed shut as he kissed me in a way that would’ve knocked me off my feet if I weren’t already flat on my back, because Shepard Winchester the third kissed like he’d taken a master class in it.
Non, non, that wasn’t right. He didn’t need to take a master class. He’d be teaching the damn thing.
“Shep,” I said, tearing my mouth free and smoothing my hand down to his chest. “I…”
My words got lost as he trailed his fingers down the side of my face to my mouth, and when he gently traced the outline of it, my stomach flipped.
“You?” he said when I continued to just lie there like I’d swallowed my tongue—which was pretty close to the truth.
“Um.” I licked my lips, and Shep gave a slow, sexy smile that had me shaking my head on the pillow. “Could you stop that?”
“What?” He gripped behind my knee and rocked up against me. “That?”
“No.” I shook my head again, praying I wouldn’t come before I got him inside me. “Being so…”
Shep found the side of my neck and began kissing up under my ear. “So…what? Attentive? Focused? Aroused?”
“Merde.” I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to make sense of the emotions rushing in. But there was no making sense of this, no logical reason for how my pulse skipped at Shep’s every touch, how my stomach twisted in knots with every seductive word.
“You’re the one who came to my room and crawled in my bed.”
My eyes flew open at that outrageous accusation. “I did not.”
Shep raised his head and grinned down at me. “Yes, you did, and now that you’re here, you’re wondering if my heart’s racing as fast as yours. That’s easy enough to find out.”
I moved my hand a little to the left, and my breath caught as I felt the thump-thump-thump of his heart beneath my palm.
“I’m just as nervous as you.”
“I’m not—”
Shep slowly shook his head. “Don’t lie to me. Not here.”
He was right. After everything we’d been through in the last few weeks, the denial had seemed wrong even as it started to leave my mouth.
“This just feels…different.”
“That’s because it is.” Shep let go of my leg and let it slide down to the bed. When he pushed up from me and moved to his knees, I couldn’t help but stare at the spectacular image he made.
“You’re fucking gorgeous—you know that, right?”
He picked up the bottle of lube and snapped open the lid. “Thanks, but I think you’ve got me beat on that. It’s documented somewhere.”
“People magazine,” I said, and reached for my cock, wrapping my fingers around it.
Shep snorted and poured some liquid into his palm. “Have it framed, do you?”
“It was a big accomplishment, being named sexier on that list than you. Not sure if you’re aware of this, but you’re considered quite a catch.”
“Am I?” Shep hooked a hand around one of my calves and brought my foot up to rest on his shoulder, and suddenly I forgot what I was talking about.
“Huh?”
“You were telling me what a catch I am.”
“Oh, right.” My eyes came up to meet his scorching gaze, and a sudden wave of possessiveness overtook me. “Too bad I already caught you.”
“Yes, you did.” Shep swept his fingers across the base of my dick and down to flirt with my balls. When I pushed up off the mattress with my other leg, those teasing fingers slipped down between my cheeks.
Damn, I wasn’t sure I was going to survive this. Shep in controlling mode was sexy as fuck. But this version of Shep, this slow, focused seduction, might just kill me.
As if he could read my mind, Shep gestured to the hand I was using on myself. I held it out to him, and he ran his slippery palm over mine, interlacing our fingers.
“Show me how I make you feel.”
I wasn’t sure how he made the act of touching fingers feel as intimate as he did, but my body responded as though he’d just touched me somewhere else entirely. I reluctantly let go of his hand and, with my eyes on his, began to stroke myself.
“Don’t stop,” Shep said, his voice reverent as he turned his head and kissed my ankle. “I want to watch you.”
He dipped his fingers down to my waiting hole and applied a gentle pressure that had me thrusting through my fist a little faster. But Shep seemed hellbent on taking things slow tonight, on drawing our pleasure out as he teased and tormented the hot strip of skin between my ass cheeks.
“Shep…”
“Right here,” he said, his eyes locking on mine as he slid his first finger inside me. The emotions swirling in those darkened blue depths did nothing to ease the tightness in my chest, and the finger stretching me did little to stop my pounding heart.
Not prepared for how any of that made me feel, I slammed my eyes shut and let myself fall into the feelings crashing into me instead.
Heat…
Pleasure…
Arousal…
Lo—
Lust.
“Fuck, and you think I’m gorgeous.”
I opened my eyes to see Shep focused on the way his hand was moving between my legs, his lower lip trapped behind his teeth as though he were imagining savoring something decadent—like me.
“You ready for more?”
I was ready for anything he wanted to give me. But I merely nodded. A second and third finger filled my body then, and after a seriously hot finger fuck, Shep had me bowing up off the bed in an effort to get closer, get more, get it all.
My abs were a sticky mess from the pre-cum dripping from the head of my cock. When he pulled his hand from between my cheeks, the loss was immediate—something I hoped he was about to rectify when he grabbed my other leg and brought it up over his shoulder.
I was about as open as I could be to another person, and as Shep moved down over me, practically bending me in half, my breath caught in my throat.
Jesus, this was intense, and so was the man lining his dick up with my body.
“This okay?” he asked, bracing his hands on the mattress on either side of me.
“More than.”
Shep’s lips curved as he rocked over me, and as he finally pushed inside, I let out a low, pleasure-filled groan.
It felt fucking amazing.
All the times up until now had been fast, hot, and hard. But as Shep slowly penetrated me, the delicious feel of his thick length stretching me made my toes curl.
“Damn, Theo,” he whispered as he bottomed out and pressed a fierce kiss to my mouth. “You feel like a dream.”
My body tightened around his, making him moan, and I nipped at his lower lip. “A dirty dream, I hope.”
Shep grinned and rocked over the top of me. “The dirtiest.”
I hummed as he did it again, then arched up, pushing my dick through my hand. “Make me come, Shep.”
“My fucking pleasure.” After another quick kiss, he curled his fingers into the covers and began to move over me in a way that sent flames licking all over my body.
And the view… I didn’t think I’d ever seen anything sexier than Shep, arms braced, his face all serious, as he fucked into me nice and slow.
His muscles rippled with every thrust, his expressions tense as he tried to hold back from exploding inside me.
The idea of having him fill me, of feeling him drip out of me hours later, made my cock throb even harder in my hand.
“So damn sexy,” he said, his eyes roving over every inch of my face as though he were searching for indicators of what I liked and didn’t. But there wasn’t a thing he was doing now that I’d change.
I could feel him on, and in, every part of me: his warm breath across my lips, his hot body grinding against mine, his hard muscles bunching and flexing against the backs of my legs, his dick deep inside me.
I was fully surrounded by Shepard Winchester, and I was loving every delicious second of it.
“Oui, right there… I’m right there, Shep,” I said as his cock rubbed up against my P-spot and my vision began to get spotty.
Shep picked up the pace, and as my climax raced down my spine, he buried his face in the crook of my neck, tensing as he thrust inside me.
My orgasm washed over me like a powerful wave pulling me under, hot jets of cum exploding between us, and seconds later, Shep followed me beneath the waves, filling my body with his arousal as he came on a satisfied roar.
It was the most sensual and satisfying moment of my life.
That alone was enough to scare the hell out of me.
But the fact that it had just happened with Shep—the last man I should’ve allowed myself to feel this way for—was a whole other problem I’d have to deal with.
Because now that I’d had him, now that I’d experienced this side of Shep, I didn’t give a fuck who his ex was—I wasn’t about to let him go.