Forrest’s grin told Rourke he knew he’d caught him on the line, like a stupid fish who’d swam right onto the hook. He dipped his thumb into his waistband and tugged enough that Rourke could see inside them.
Rourke was only a man, so he couldn’t resist looking, and sure enough, Forrest wore pink satin underwear, the hard outline of his cock making a nice, plump bulge in them. “Forrest….” His voice didn’t sound like it belonged to him. “Aren’t you cold?”
Forrest blinked at him and then laughed. “Did you just ask me if I’mcold? Oh, Rourke.”
He slammed his mouth against Rourke’s, and had Rourke been in his right mind, he might have put a stop to it, but Forrest tasted like bourbon and candy, and he’d chipped away Rourke’s resistance to him with each minute the bourbon warmed his belly. He grabbed a hold of Forrest’s waist and dragged him closer, their cocks rubbing through their pants while they fucked with their mouths and tongues. Everything about Forrest sang to him and made him ready to explode. He wanted him so badly it hurt, and Forrest so freely offered himself. But Forrest was also drunk,very drunk.
The reminder put a damper on Rourke’s lust, and he shoved at Forrest’s chest, making the other man break the kiss and whine when he sat back. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re intoxicated and I’m not doing this with you.”
Forrest sighed deeply. “Why do you have to be so difficult?”
Rourke wanted to snort at that, but he didn’t. He pursed his lips instead. “No, Forrest.”
“No one tells me no.” He crossed his arms then and pouted and it was the most adorable thing Rourke had ever seen. Forrest knew how to get his own way, though, and he used his looks to his advantage. It’s how he became their highest earner in the first place.
“Well, congratulations, you got your first one.” Rourke clasped his shoulders and stared at him seriously. “Why are you drunk?”
While whores were allowed to drink, getting out of hand wasn’t permitted.
He shrugged. “Just had too much.”
“Don’t lie to me, Forrest.” Rourke made sure to put a hard edge to his tone, the kind to let Forrest know he wasn’t fucking around. “What happened?”
“I….”
Rourke saw the hesitation in his gaze and knew he wanted to say something. He waited with bated breath, but just as Forrest opened his mouth again, an annoying sound reverberated around the roof. Rourke sighed, inwardly cursing his phone, and dug into his pants pocket to get it out. He held up a finger to Forrest when he saw Sloan’s name on the screen and answered the call. “Sir.”
“Rourke. Conall’s told me what happened today, and last night. The detective has been busy.” Sloan’s tired voice made Rourke wince. The boss rarely ever sounded anything but strong and confident.
“Yes, sir. She wants her revenge.” Rourke patted Forrest on the cheek when his pout got deeper.
“Well, if she keeps pushing, she’ll end up in a casket.”
“You know that would only cause us more issues, sir. If we want to kill her, we have to disgrace her first.”
“Unfortunately. We’ll need to discuss ways to deal with her. I’ll bring her captain in to have a little chat.”
Forrest snuggled in tighter again and rubbed his ass against Rourke’s cock, making Rourke bite down on his bottom lip to stop from letting a moan slip. His hands slid under Rourke’s shirt and touched the bare skin of his chest, tickling up higher until his fingers found the nub of Rourke’s nipples. He tweaked them.
Rourke’s eyes widened and an embarrassing noise left his mouth.
“Are you okay, Rourke?” Suspicion laced Sloan’s words.
“Yes. Yes, sir.” Rourke batted at Forrest’s hands, earning him a sad look. He upended him on the ground beside him and pointed while mouthing, “no.”
Forrest held up his palms in defeat, but he fell against the chimney again and sighed.
“I’m having a meeting with the generals tomorrow, I want you to be there.”
It took Rourke a second to remember he’d left Sloan on the other end of the phone. “Yes, sir, I can be there. I’d like to bring the whore who talked to the client, too. Forrest. You remember him, don’t you?”
Sloan sounded amused when he said, “Yes, I remember him. He used to fuck my pet.”
Rourke winced again.Shit.Of course.This couldn’t get any more awkward.
“Nooo. Conall fucked me, I didn’t fuckhim,” Forrest yelled to the sky.
