Jamie was the only one who stopped. He paused in front of Forrest, his smile sweet and charming. “You’re at the Exotic Virtue, aren’t you?”
Forrest’s heart fluttered at that smile. He’d bet his savings Jamie always got what he wanted. “Yeah, I am.”
“Maybe I’ll visit.” He patted Forrest’s cheek gently, his fingers stroking the skin there, before smiling over Forrest’s shoulder at Rourke. With a nod to him, Jamie left as well.
Forrest glanced at Rourke, taking note of the angry stare.
“Well that was interesting.” Conall folded his arms over his chest.
“I apologize for my outburst, sir.” Rourke straightened his shoulders. “It was uncalled for.”
“Bullshit, Rourke. I would have done the same thing in your position.” Killough grabbed Conall around the waist, dragging him closer. “Lorcan is an idjit.”
“None the less, he’s a general. I should have kept my temper in check.” That was Rourke, ever the diplomat. Forrest thought he deserved to be a general, not an asshole like Lorcan.
“I meant what I said, Rourke. I trust you. You’ve proven your loyalty to me numerous times.” Killough’s stern frown softened. “You’re like a little brother to me. I’ll defend you to my last breath.”
Rourke’s gaze fell to the ground and he bowed his head. “Thank you, sir.”
“Are you going to stay for lunch?” Killough asked.
As if on cue, Forrest’s stomach grumbled loud enough for all four of them to hear. Rourke had surprised him this morning with the trip to Killough’s house, and he hadn’t had the chance to eat breakfast. He always made sure he ate three meals a day and missing breakfast meant he was hungry enough to eat his own hand.
Conall snorted. “Forrest will.”
Forrest grinned at him. “You know me. There’s three things I live for. Food, shopping, and sex.”
Killough raised his eyebrows. “When do you get time to shop?”
“Well, my bosses are very good. They understand worker’s rights and even professionls get two days off a week. As long as we take a bodyguard with us, we’re allowed to shop.” He winked.
Killough laughed, and the sound surprised Forrest into taking a step back, right into Rourke’s body. He’d never heard Killough laugh before, and while it sounded rich and full of amusement, it also scared the hell out of him coming from a man who could break Forrest’s neck if he wanted to.
“Come eat.” Killough slipped his hand into Conall’s and pulled him into the dining room they’d walked through to get to the meeting. Rourke and Forrest followed. The large dining room with a table big enough to fit ten people. Crystal chandeliers and white marble floors gave the area an air of elegance. The table was light brown and gold, and the chairs’ white leather with gold trimmings suited it perfectly. A mirror sat on the farthest wall and while it gave one big reflection, it’d been broken up into nine small squares by the same trimming the chairs and table wore.
“Wow.” Forrest whistled. “You have style, sir.”
Killough chuckled. “No, my father did. This house belonged to him before he passed away. I’ve only kept it clean and up to date.”
“It’s really nice. I havenoidea why Conall wants to spend a week at the Virtue when he could be staying in this luxury.”
Conall sent him a mock glare.
“Me either.” Killough’s twinkling eyes turned on his pet, who’d stayed close to his side. He ran his forefinger over Conall’s collar and tugged it gently. “But it only makes the sex when he does come home better.”
“I thought you were going to fuck me today?” Conall turned his wide gaze on the boss.
“No, pet.” Killough’s grin could only be described as smug, which looked really odd on a mob boss’s face. “If you insist on being away from me, you can wait until the end of the week for my cock.”
“But, sir—”
“No arguments. Sit down, the staff will bring out food in a minute.” He gestured to a white chair beside the one he took.
Rourke and Forrest chose seats on the other side of the table, directly across from Killough and Conall. Forrest took the chance to study the two men in front of him. Before Conall met Killough, he’d been stoic, a bit of a brat and definitely an asshole at times. He manned up when Terrance needed him to, but he’d always been apathetic toward most of the business ventures in the Virtue. He fucked Forrest, but never showed emotions out of pleasure.
The man sitting across from Forrest now wasn’t the same one who had left the Virtue seven months ago. He smiled in ways Forrest hadn’t seen before and the love in his eyes when he looked at Killough was fucking adorable. As much as Conall tried to argue that his relationship was only about sex and getting off, Forrest didn’t believe a word he said.
Forrest craved what they had—a comfortable awareness between them. They were happy and relaxed with each other, and Forrest felt the twisting jealous inside him. He wanted that with Rourke.
