Ardan snorted. “Don’t get used to it. I want to get laid.”
“You want to get fucked by me,” Gabriel hit back with a grin.
“Just get on with it,” Ardan grumbled.
Gabriel slapped him on the back of the thigh and Ardan hissed at the sharp spike of pain that came with it. “Patience. Didn’t George teach you that?”
Ardan pushed down the urge to grumble at him. He’d forgotten he’d told Gabriel about George and how he got started as an assassin. It helped that most people in the Society knew about George. He wasn’t an assassin or hitman, but he was legendary in his schmoozing and level-headedness. There weren’t many people who could make him lose control.
Ardan was the same. Until he met Gabriel Mancini. The bastard knew what buttons to press to get him to react.
Gabriel dealt another slap to Ardan’s thigh, on the exact same spot he got before, and Ardan gasped. “Don’t think about anything else while I’m in front of you.”
“Go fuck yourself,” Ardan hissed.
Gabriel grinned—the cocky motherfucker—and roughly spread Ardan’s legs as he positioned the head of his cock at Ardan’s hole. “No,tesoro, I’m going to fuck you.”
He shoved in hard, his width spreading Ardan’s entrance without giving him a chance to adjust to the stretch. Ardan groaned with a mixture of pleasure and pain, and he grasped at Gabriel’s shoulders.
Gabriel’s fingernails dug into Ardan’s hips, leaving behind his own marks that Ardan knew he’d still have tomorrow, if the ones left from last night were any indication. Even though everything hurt when he woke, it feltgreatand Ardan wanted that same rush. Craved it.
Gabriel fucked him roughly, his cock spearing into Ardan without mercy. Every sensation—Gabriel’s thrusts, his fingernails digging into Ardan’s skin, Ardan’s hand sliding down his stomach to his own cock—built up the pleasure inside Ardan, and he knew he wouldn’t last long. Not this time. He’d craved this all day, thought about it even when he’d tried not to. Thoughts he’d refused to acknowledge because hehadto kill Gabriel.
“Oh, fucking fuck.” Warmth knotted his belly and his toes curled. Balls tightening closer to his body, Ardan jerked himself in time with Gabe’s thrusts. He was so close… just a little more. He exploded, his cock twitching as strings of cum painted up his belly with some landing on his chest. Panting, he groaned, his limbs stiffening as Gabe continued to assault his hole.
Gabriel wasn’t far behind him, though. A few more thrusts and his shoulders tensed, and he grunted, warm spunk filling Ardan’s ass. “Christ.”
Ardan laughed. “Your Christ isn’t here, Catholic boy.”
Sweat clung to Gabriel’s forehead and he rubbed at it with the back of his hand. He joined in on Ardan’s laughter as he pulled out and fell onto the bed beside him. “He’d send us straight to hell for the kinds of dirty sex we’re having.”
“Hate to break this to you, but we’re already going to hell. No way around that. Killed too many people.” Ardan stretched, grimacing at the burning in his hole. His cock gave a courageous twitch, but he was too tired to get it up again. Not so soon anyway.
“True. I saved people, too, though.”
“Ah, you’re a savior.” Ardan poked him. “I still hate you, you prick.”
Gabriel laughed. “I don’t believe that.”
They fucked a few more times before they fell asleep. Ardan woke up the next morning to Gabriel gone—again. Though this time there wasn’t a note. He didn’t know how Gabriel snuck out so quietly that he didn’t wake Ardan. He was the kind of person who noticed the softest sounds, even when he was sleeping. The one boyfriend he’d had complained about Ardan’s light sleep. That relationship hadn’t lasted long. Between Ardan’s job and his lack of emotional commitment, Steven ran for the hills after three months. Ardan didn’t blame him. It was for the best anyway. He probably would’ve ended up dead.
There was no reason for Ardan to chase Gabriel, so he packed up his bags and headed back to the Hamptons. As soon as he entered the house, he was directed to see Sloan in his office. Ardan entered after he knocked and paused just over the threshold. Sloan was standing behind his desk, with Conall’s legs on either side of his hips. Conall was on his back, arms tossed over his head where he gripped the edge of the desk while Sloan fucked into him hard and fast. Conall moaned, his head tilted backward as he waved at Ardan.
“Hey, Ardan,” he said, but it was half cut off by another groan when Sloan thrust forward.
“Sir.” Ardan smiled. It wasn’t unusual to see the pair fucking all over the house, so he wasn’t surprised by the display.
“Wait outside, Ardan. Give me five minutes,” Sloan ordered between pants. A sheen of sweat glimmered on his forehead and his bleached blond hair fell across his eyes, his attention fully on the man in front of him.
A stupider man might have taken his time to appreciate the lines of Conall’s tanned body and how pretty the red collar looked around his slim throat, but Ardan didn’t have a death wish, so he backed out of the room and closed the door.
The sounds of groans and whimpers filtered through the walls and Ardan chuckled quietly. The boss had found his perfect match, someone to keep him on his toes, and Ardan liked Conall. He could handle himself.
Seven minutes later, the door opened and Conall stepped out, shirtless with his jeans hanging loosely off his hips. The button and zip were still undone on his pants, but he at least had on underwear. His long hair hung around his shoulders, and he held a broken hair tie in his hand pitifully.
“Another broken one,” Conall muttered as he stared at the tie in his hand. “He always breaks them, Ardan. Do you know how much we spend on hair ties?”
Ardan pressed his lips together to stop himself from laughing. “I’m sure the boss can afford it, sir.”
