Mancini leaned forward, his elbow digging into the arm of the chair as he moved closer to Ardan. He lowered his voice. “How about we take this to the room I hired for the night? We can reminisce in private.”
Need spiked through Ardan sharply and pleasure at the memory of what they did last night buzzed in his veins. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been fucked like that, and he wanted it again. Mancini found all of his sensitive spots and manipulated Ardan’s body in a way no other person should be able to.
Ardan shouldn’t be doing this, though. Now that he knew the truth, he should pack up his stuff and go back with the news for his boss. He could still do that… tomorrow.
He rose and grabbed his Coke, finishing off the glass before dropping it back on the table. Turning on his heel, he stalked out of the barroom and toward the grand staircase. There was an elevator near the side of it, but Ardan preferred the walk to calm himself down. His heart pounded hard against his ribs, his cock already stirring in his pants at the thought of Mancini bending him over and dominating him.
Mancini caught up to him. “I paid the bartender. You’re welcome.”
Ardan threw him a smirk. “That’s the least you can do for wasting my time, Mancini.”
“You never asked why I betrayed Leo, or if I killed Sloan’s customs agents. Talking is usually a good communication tool.” Mancini licked his lips, his gaze slowly roaming Ardan’s body in a way that had Ardan feeling hot wherever he looked. “When are you going to call me Gabe again?”
“Why?” Ardan paused when he reached the landing of the second floor and closed the space between them. He curled his fist into Mancini—Gabriel’s tie, yanking it out of the vest it was tucked inside. Tugging Gabriel closer, he licked the corner of Gabriel’s mouth teasingly. “I still hate you. You’re a prick.”
“Really?” Gabriel flashed him a wicked grin. “Am I a prick who can fuck you,Murphy?”
“Depends, Mancini.”
“On what?”
“On how hard you can fuck me.” Ardan released his tie after another tug. “What’s your room number?”
“One-five-five.” Gabriel cupped his cheek and crushed his lips against Ardan’s roughly. He tasted like the bourbon and Ardan’s instincts were to pull away, demand he wash out his mouth, but he was already too invested in the kiss. He pressed himself closer, fingers curling in Gabriel’s suit jacket. Gabriel nudged his knee between Ardan’s thighs, nestling it against Ardan’s cock, which was already half hard and trapped in the confines of underwear.
Footsteps on the stairs dragged them apart and Darcy glared at them when he reached the top. He sniffed. “Gentlemen, while this establishment appreciates a man’s needs, we’d prefer you take this somewhere more private.”
Gabriel laughed. “Sure thing. Sorry.” He sounded anything but.
Darcy hmphed. “I’ll have the valet bring your bags to Mr. Mancini’s room, Mr. Murphy… at a later time, perhaps.”
“Thank you,” Ardan replied politely.
Gabriel clearly had enough of the small talk and he dragged Ardan down a long hallway with shades of blue and carpet that was soft beneath their feet. Along the walls was a painting every so often, with colors that matched. There was one of the sky, but mostly they had an ocean feel to them, with art of whales and other marine animals. While they didn’t look expensive in their design, Ardan had no doubt they cost an arm and a leg.
Room one-five-five was near the end of a corridor that veered to the left. Gabriel swiped a card through the reader and the door popped open, revealing a stunning suite with forest green walls, a large king-sized bed with a wooden frame, and high ceilings with chandeliers like the ones in the foyer. Ardan moved further inside. A wide television hung on the wall in front of the bed and a door next to it led into a luxury bathroom that had a two-headed shower, a brown marble counter with two basins, and a jacuzzi bathtub.
Ardan whistled. “It’s a nice set up.”
“The Courtesan only has the best,” Gabriel said, closing the door behind them. He reached Ardan, who was still staring into the bathroom. “Do you want to test out the counter? I’m sure it could take the weight like Odin’s did.”
Ardan laughed. “Tempting. I’m more interested in the jacuzzi.”
“Doesn’t Killough spoil you with the best hotel rooms when you’re chasing a target?”
“Yes, but I never have time to appreciate it.” He turned, grabbing hold of Gabriel’s tie again and yanking him closer. “I also never get the chance to fuck in one.”
“How would that work?” Gabriel’s lips were so close that Ardan could almost taste them. “Should I fuck you over the side of it?”
Ardan twisted the tie around his fist and dragged Gabriel the rest of the way. Their mouths clashed in a hard kiss and Gabriel’s arms curled around Ardan’s body, grabbing his ass and lifting him closer. The taste of bourbon was still there, lingering on Gabriel’s tongue which he pushed into Ardan’s mouth.
He dragged Ardan closer and kneaded his asscheeks in a way that had Ardan groaning into his mouth. Everything about Gabriel tasted good, felt great, and that should have fucking terrified Ardan. Hours ago, he hated the man in front of him. Two days ago, he wouldn’t have imagined fucking him, but here he was, for the second night in a row, about to let Gabriel use him.
Gabriel’s groan into his mouth was rough, like a wounded man crying out for help, and Ardan would be his savior. Hell, he would give Gabriel everything in that moment, if only to feel Gabriel’s cock in his hole again. This man was the only person who worked him up like this, made him feelalivewhen he otherwise taught himself to be emotionless.
“Stop overthinking things,” Gabriel said, nipping at Ardan’s lower lip. “Just go with the flow.”
“I’m not,” Ardan protested, but it fell on deaf ears because Gabriel laughed like he didn’t believe him.
