But it was too late now. Michael would have to go along with however Aaron played this.
One of the guys focused on Michael, pointing a finger in his direction. “He shouldn’t be back here. You know the fucking rules by now, Bass.”
Bass?
Aaron shrugged. “Fighting gets me all revved up. ’Specially when I win.”
Neither of the guys seemed impressed with that. “You always win. No one’s been back here before.”
They didn’t match anyone from the photos they had of Smith’s bodyguards, so Michael tried to match their voices to the ones he’d heard at Harry’s meetup, but he couldn’t be certain. None of them were Blake, he knew that much. He stayed silent, figuring Aaron knew what he was doing. Michael would just play the submissive boyfriend for now. He ignored the part of him that liked that idea a little too much.
“How do you know I’ve never had anyone back here?” Aaron responded. “You check?” Before one of them could answer, Aaron half-turned to Michael again, the warmth back in his eyes. “I’ve not done it before because I do know the rules, but this fight was different.” He reached up and cupped Michael’s jaw, rubbing the pad of his thumb along Michael’s bottom lip. “You know how it is.”
Despite their audience, or maybe even because of it, Michael’s heart set off at a gallop, his breath suddenly in short supply as Aaron looked at him like he wanted to bite him. His gaze dropped to Aaron’s mouth, andoh fuck,either he was seeing things or Aaron’s teeth were sharper than they ought to be.
Arching his back and pushing his hips forward a little, he slipped a hand around Aaron’s waist and reeled him in close enough to whisper, “Teeth,” into his ear.
Aaron tensed, so Michael knew he’d got the message, and when he laughed softly and stepped back, his teeth were human again.
Glancing over at the other two, he fully expected to see anger or looks of disgust at the very least. But he was met with amusement and, if he wasn’t mistaken, a little longing. “Yeah, we know how it is.” Amused guy shook his head and gave Aaron a look that said he’d been there many a time too. “But rules are rules, Bass. He needs to go,now, and Mr Smith would like to see you before you leave tonight.”
“About this?” Aaron didn’t seem bothered, but Michael noticed the rigid set of his shoulders.
“No. We won’t mention this.” He wagged a finger between Michael and Aaron. “But don’t let it happen again. Save it till you get home.”
“Thanks. Let me just finish up and I’ll be out.”
That garnered a raised eyebrow and a leer in Michael’s direction. “We’ll be waiting.” He pointed to the door, and Michael wondered if they’d be trying to listen to whatever they thought was going to happen. Neither of them seemed bothered that Aaron had a guy in here with him. At least there was that.
The fact that Smith wanted to see Aaron again unnerved him, even if it was what they’d been angling for. Michael had hoped Aaron would overhear something without having to get too close—not straight from the horse’s mouth.
Get it together. If it comes to it, Aaron can handle himself.
He knew the risks involved and so did you.
Michael hadn’t noticed the others leave until Aaron stepped into his space again, and he glanced up to see they were alone. Aaron shuffled closer, his body now flush with Michael’s. He cupped Michael’s jaw again and rested their foreheads together.
The smell of clean sweat met him, and Michael let out an unsteady breath. “What are you doing?”
Aaron stroked his thumbs along Michael’s cheekbones. He rolled his hips the tiniest amount, but it might as well have been a slow rolling grind for the effect it had. Desire coursed through Michael, everything else pushed to the back of his mind as the press of Aaron’s cock—still a hefty bulge in his jeans—stole his focus.
“They’ll expect us to get each other off before I go out there,” Aaron murmured.
“How do you know?” Michael asked, knowing they should stop but looking for any excuse to carry on.
Aaron ducked his head to place a kiss at the base of Michael’s throat. The scrape of teeth that followed made him gasp.
They were far too sharp to be human.
A huff of laughter, warm against Michael’s skin. “Because I could smell it on them.”
He didn’t want to think too hard on what that meant, but Aaron carried on regardless.
“They’re probably out there now imagining exactly what I’m going to do to you.” Another kiss. “Listening for all the noises you’re going to make.” The next kiss accompanied by a hint of teeth.
Michael shivered. “What makes you think I’ll be the one making the noises?”
Aaron laughed again, a warm throaty sound that settled somewhere behind Michael’s ribcage. He pulled back to meet Michael’s gaze, expression serious. “Are we doing this?”
