14. Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fourteen
I drove home with his headlights in the rearview mirror, my heart thundering like I was being chased. I was actually about to do this—let him in, fully welcome and invited. No drawn-out arguments. No scathing banter. I was too tired to fight this tonight.
I parked in my private underground garage, right next to an open space where Rook settled his black SUV and cut the engine. When he stepped out, the fluorescent overhead lights cut lines of light and shadow across the planes of his face. He watched me. Waited. Anticipated me taking the lead.
I owned this building, and no one who worked for me, save Gray, would dare to criticize the decision I was about to make, so why did I want to sneak him past the cameras like a dirty secret?
I didn’t though. I walked into the building, head held high, and Rook so close I could feel the heat of his body against my back.
He did not say a word to me as the lift climbed, floor by floor, to the top of the building. We could have been two associates standing at a respectful distance, rather than rivals sneaking into my home in the middle of the night.
The moment the doors opened, he grabbed me, his hands locking at my lower back and his mouth assaulting mine.
This time there was tongue and teeth, and neither did anything to discourage me as I punched in the new code to the penthouse and unwound the spell he had suggested I place as extra security.
We nearly fell through the door, hands becoming bold enough to wander, and fell on the first soft place to land. The leather couch cushions dipped beneath our combined weight as Rook threaded our legs together, tangling our bodies for the first time.
He ground his hard cock against mine, our hips rubbing together violently despite the layers of wool and denim separating us.
I unlatched our mouths and Rook slapped his palm over mine.
“Shut up. Whatever excuse you’re about to make, whatever you’re going to say to talk yourself out of this, just shut up.”
He speared his tongue into my mouth and reached down to guide my hand toward his hard cock. I undid his jeans, shoved them down to his thighs, and gripped him in my hand blindly as we ravaged each other’s mouths.
My lips stumbled as I took in the weight and girth of him swollen in my hand.
“Feel something you like?” he teased, smiling against my lips.
A breath shuddered out of me, mingling with his. “Clothes off,” I said. “I’m not messing up this suit for you.”
He snorted and leaned back. “You just have to find some reason to fight this.”
“I’m not fighting it! I just said there are conditions. One of them being that you don’t ruin my clothes.”
He crossed his arms, grasped the hem of his t-shirt, and pulled it smoothly over his head, revealing everything I expected from a man who could fight, and surprising me nonetheless.
The muscles in his arms flexed and curved.
His chest was flawless—I’d expected scars or tattoos, some mark of a more hazardous life than mine.
The ridges and valleys of his abdomen moved with the rhythm of his breaths.
He was stunning.
He kicked off the rest of his clothes and leaned against the cushions, one of his arms stretching over the back of them. He watched me, legs spread and cock pointing toward his stomach, waiting for me to take my turn.
I folded my jacket neatly, then unbuttoned my shirt, fingers slipping over the buttons as I tried to look unfazed, and instead felt unprepared in a way I seldom did in the bedroom.
Men or women, I usually took the lead, but Rook watched me like a wolf ready to consume me, and I fumbled under his attention.
He bent forward and snatched the shirt from my fingers, earning a glare.
“Be careful with that! It’s Tom Ford.”
Rook rolled his eyes and dropped it behind the couch like a rag. “I’ll buy you a new one. You’re not the only one with money. Pants. Off.”
I slouched, scooting my arse far enough toward the edge of the couch that I could slip off my pants and place them safely on the coffee table before Rook could get his hands on them.
He blew out a breath, his face suddenly serious.
“What?” I asked.
He moved his forefinger up the length of my cock, making it jerk under his focus. “I just didn’t expect so much muscle under that suit. Fuck, you’re so hot.”
“You’re not the only one who works out,” I said, though I hadn’t found time the past few weeks with everything going on with Project Mori and Rook and now a killer who was very much going to be a problem.
I needed to get back to my gym. I wasn’t built like Rook, solid in a way that screamed violence.
Like everything about myself, I tried to keep my true strength quiet.
Controlled. I didn’t like to show my hand, and I’d built an empire on a persona of mystery.
But physical strength, extra lives, the benefits of hearing the dead, and well-honed magic? I was not oblivious to the power I hid away.
It didn’t prevent me from admiring all the strength he displayed so openly in his athletic body.
I wanted to lick every inch of him. The nipple I dragged my tongue over tightened, and I played with the other with my thumb.
I kissed the trench between his abdominal muscles until I reached the slight tan line at his hips.
“I want you in my mouth again,” he said. When I glanced up, his eyes were fierce and stormy. I sat back, spreading my legs wide as I lazed against the cushions. Rook dropped to the floor and braced himself on my thighs.
He dipped his head to suck my balls into his mouth one at a time, rolling his tongue over the globes of them.
My head hit the cushion behind me as I moaned, and when he swallowed the length of me and I smacked into the back of his throat, my knees shook.
His motions were frenzied, like we were running out of time, and when I glanced back down at him, his eyes were shut and he worked his own cock in time with his mouth.
“Slow down,” I ground out. I was like a fucking teenager around him; ready to blow a load at the slightest touch, and after sneaking all the way back here, the least he could do was let me savor it.
He released my cock and smirked as he licked along my shaft in teasing strokes. “You’re bossy for someone whose cock is in my control right now.” Teeth grazed my skin just hard enough to make me hiss.
I bent forward and shoved him back until he rested on his knees.
“You’re bossy for someone on his knees in my house.
” I gathered my dick in my hand and pumped it furiously, inches from his face.
If he felt threatened by me, he didn’t show it.
That smirk kept trying to break through, even as he closed his eyes and gave himself and his hand all his attention.
My eyes were wide open, admiring the way the silky skin shifted over his length in the circle of his fingers, how it bunched slightly at the head, and how his eyelids tightened when the pleasure overwhelmed him.
“Open your eyes,” I said. “I want you to look at me when I come on that pretty face.”
A low sound rattled in his throat. The blue that stared back at me when he obeyed me consumed me. His hand sped up, and his cheeks flushed the most perfect shade of crimson.
I was close, everything in me turning to pressure, like a dam about to burst. Rook opened his mouth to accommodate his rapid breaths, then his face went slack as he came, aiming his dick to come on himself instead of my furniture.
That weird little offering to me set me over the edge. Cum burst from me in haphazard strands, coating his cheeks, nose, and chin. It dripped off his lips until he licked them clean and drizzled to mix with his release spattered all over his chest.
His exhale shook as he stared at me, and I was frozen one moment more by the intensity in his eyes.
Rook stood and navigated through my house as if he were familiar, as if he belonged there. He traipsed to my bathroom to clean himself up.
When he returned, he said, “I’d better get going.”
He began to pull on the rest of his clothes, and it was on the tip of my tongue to tell him he didn’t have to go running out into the early dawn.
He could stay, maybe sleep a while. But I’d never had anyone in my bed, not here.
My escapades with other men and women took place at Avalon or their homes, never here in my space.
That was part of maintaining my secrecy. No one was allowed to get so close.
So I let him leave. He kissed me goodbye, and it didn’t feel final. It felt like see you later, and it might have been the one thing I was powerless against.