Chapter One
Conall shivered where he lay on the bed, naked as the day he was born. His arsecheeks were bright red and hot, freshly spanked by Sloan after he’d purposely spoken back. Times like this were his favorite and Sloan enjoyed them just as much as he did, even if Sloan pretended it was a hassle to punish his pet. There was nothing better than the feel of his boss’s handprint on his arsecheek.
Sloan stood in front of the full-length, gold framed mirror, working his tie into a knot. “What’re your plans today, pet?”
Conall shrugged but quickly spoke when Sloan sent him a pointed look through his reflection. “Thought I’d spend some time in the sauna.”
“That sounds good.” He grabbed his suit coat from where it rested over the couch that sat near the mirror and slid it on. “I have meetings all day. We’re doubling our drug runs over the Mexican border.”
Conall turned onto his side and rested his fist under his chin to hold up his head. He’d barely been to any meetings with Sloan lately and wasn’t sure how he felt about that. Angry, mostly. “Isn’t it dangerous? Double the drugs make it harder to hide from the cops.”
“We have some border patrol paid off. The ones who aren’t interested in money love their families too much to talk.” Sloan strode over to the bed and leaned down to kiss Conall on the lips so passionately that Conall’s toes curled.
Conall moaned and accepted the kiss, savoring Sloan’s taste. Sloan tugged on the bright red collar around his pet’s neck and smirked. The scar over his left eye pulled at his skin with the movement of his lips. “Be good.”
“Can I take the Maserati for a drive around the Hamptons?” Conall fell onto his back and stretched, giving Sloan a view of his lean, naked body. He tweaked his own nipples, especially the one he’d gotten pierced a month ago, and he swiped his tongue over his bottom lip because teasing Sloan was almost as fun as getting spanked.
Sloan slapped Conall’s thigh hard enough to make him hiss at the sharp bite against his bare skin. When another blow came in the same exact area, his cock twitched from where it rested between his legs.
“It snowed last night. I don’t like the idea of you on icy roads.” Sloan stretched tall, and Conall took the moment to stare up at the fine male specimen he shared a bed with. If anyone asked him, he’d still deny he liked a cock in his arse. The denial would be a lie, though. Everything about Sloan set Conall’s body on fire. He craved Sloan’s warm muscles pressed up against him during the night. He also enjoyed that cock nudging his arse early in the morning, just before Sloan fucked him like he usually did before he went to work.
“I’ve driven on winter roads before.” Conall rolled his eyes and stood, getting in nice and close to Sloan. He wrapped his arms around Sloan’s neck and pressed his naked body against Sloan’s perfectly straightened suit so he could kiss up his strong jaw. Conall whispered into his ear, “Come on. Let me drive it. I’ll let you choke me with your cock tonight if you do.”
Sloan sighed and curled his arm around Conall’s waist, dragging him as close as he could, their bodies huddled against each other. He grabbed Conall’s arsecheeks, kneading them with his fingers. Spikes of pained pleasure bit at Conall and he moaned. The rough texture of the suit grazed the skin of Conall’s belly and chest, and his hard cock got caught between them. “Why do you argue, pet?”
“Because it’s fun?” Conall grinned cheekily. “Or because I like the consequences.”
“Is this one of your games?” Sloan raised his dark eyebrows, a contrast to his bleached blond hair. “Do you want me to spank you again already?”
“Maybe later tonight, but I really do want to drive. I get bored on my own and you won’t let me see Terrance.”
Sloan grabbed Conall’s chin and tilted his head up. “I’m not stopping you from seeing him, pet.”
“You said you have to be with me.” Conall hated how whiney he sounded.Fuck. He wasn’t going to turn into one of the whores from the Exotic Virtue. All they did was complain about what wasn’t good enough for them, as though they hadn’t come from the slums and the streets into one of the nicest whorehouses in New York City.
“I did and I mean it. It’s dangerous.” Sloan’s narrowed his eyes. “I won’t have you disobeying me about this.”
“So when can we go there?” He dislodged Sloan’s hold on his chin and took a step back, with his arms crossed over his chest. “He’s my brother. I should be allowed to see him.”
“That’s also no longer your home.” Sloan’s gaze hardened. “You need to remember that, pet.”
“I know. You keep reminding me.” He didn’t mean to sound so bitter. Conall should have been grateful. Sloan didn’t just give him a mansion with a tennis court and Olympic-sized pool to live in, he gave him fast cars to drive and a team of staff to take care of him. He felt like a king but sounded like a bitch with too much time on his hands. That didn’t mean he couldn’t miss the Virtue or Terrance, though. As much as his brother frustrated him at the best of times, Terrance was the only blood family he had left.
Sloan looked at him longer than Conall felt comfortable with. It was that kind of stare that made him feel exposed, as though Sloan could see every thought bouncing around in his head.
“Let’s make a deal, pet.” Sloan stepped closer, the smell of his rich cologne flooding the air between them and making Conall unconsciously lean in. “I hate snow and the cold. I made plans for us to go to Miami for Christmas. Terrance can come with us for a few weeks.”
“Miami?” Conall grinned. “I’ve never been to Miami.”
Sloan smirked. “I know. I have a vacation home there.”
“On the beach, too?”
He touched Sloan’s chest, curling his fingers around the lapels of Sloan’s suit coat. Conall expected to be reprimanded for crumpling Sloan’s designer clothes, but he merely wrapped his arms around Conall’s waist, dragging him closer. Sloan’s lips touched the area beneath Conall’s ear, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin there until Conall was nothing more than a bundle of excited nerves, his cock straining and begging for attention while caught between their bodies.
“Technically it’s on Hibiscus Island, beside the channel. Nice clear water, sun, a boat to tan on.” The purring baritone of Sloan’s voice sent a shiver down Conall’s spine.
Conall turned his head and Sloan grasped his chin again, slamming their lips together so roughly that it hurt. Sloan’s nibbled at Conall’s bottom lip, tugging until Conall whimpered and held onto him tighter.
