“Now that you know, what’re the answers since you have them all?”
He only stared at Cash, digesting the words in both his head and his heart. His mind raced, absorbing not only the idea but Cash’s raw emotion that laced the uttered confession.
In the eight hundred different possibilities he’d conjured about Cash’s dreams, he’d not once considered his death was causing such suffering. As crazy as it sounded, he blurted the first question that came to mind. “Are you happy bein’ there with my girls? You never really say anything about them.”
The second question shot out before Cash had time to answer.
“Does it matter to you that I die?”
Cash gave a sudden rushed exhale of breath. His perfect lips parted as he gave a small shake to his head and closed his eyes. The reaction and tone he used wrung of pure grief when Cash answered, “It destroys me. My heart shatters every single time. But the dream’s warning me you aren’t safe. I’m not enough to protect you.” His brows knitted together, the hard line Dev usually loved to see was there but not in a good way. Cash’s confession had Dev wanting to offer comfort. He reached for Cash, but he turned away.
There was so much to unpack. Even Dev was left helpless to process all the ins and outs of the nightmare, so he stopped trying and went to the bottom line. Cash was hurting because he died. By Dev’s best legit estimation, he had about a fifty/fifty split that he came out of this case standing on his own two feet.
Instead of trying to offer any answers, Dev grabbed a fist full of Cash’s dress shirt and silk tie and pulled Cash toward him.
He leaned over as far as he could, the center console digging into his hip. More in Cash’s seat than the middle of the car, Dev crushed his lips against his agent’s. He thrust his tongue forward, pushing through Cash’s barely parted lips as he moved his free hand to the back of Cash’s head, keeping him locked in place.
Cash didn’t fight to break contact. The exact opposite. His strong hands reached for Dev, pulling them chest to chest as he tilted his head, driving his tongue forward to meet Dev’s. These rare moments of privacy, where it was just him and Cash, released the tight hold Cash held over himself, and that never happened while they were in public. Their fates aligned, they were in sync again, becoming one.
Their existence intertwined in perfect unison. Never knowing where Dev began or Cash ended.
The powerful passion that always drove Cash during their private times stoked Dev’s hefty need to constantly have Cash define their relationship. Even as he understood he was keeping his return commitment left unsaid. It was selfish, but necessary for the tightrope he balanced on every single day.
If he gave into all this feeling, he was certain to lose the grip he had on his reality.
Fuck his fucking life.
Where Dev gave was in his actions. He had to show what his words couldn’t say.
Cash had turned him into a giving lover.
Dev ripped free of the kiss, relaxing his grip on Cash’s shirt, pushing down until he could massage the hard length of Cash’s covered cock. He reached his fingers low to squeeze Cash’s sac. “Let me make you feel good.”
Chapter 15
The battle residing inside Cash wasn’t any different from when he and Dev had first come together.
Once Dev’s hands were on him, it didn’t matter if they were in broad daylight, or that anyone could be listening or watching. Logical reason as to why sex in public might not be such a good idea vanished. Hell, Dev’s cell phone recorded every sound they made, and all the words they spoke. But Cash couldn’t do anything more than use the handle on the door to roll the window down. He reached for Dev’s cell phone, lying in the center console, and tossed it out the partially opened window to retrieve later.
His biker became a man on a mission, aggressive, just like at home. Dev hurriedly worked at Cash’s belt. He let Dev have his way with him, scooting his ass further down in the seat. The move gave Dev better access to his crotch. The chill in the air forced him to roll up the window. It became too much multitasking when every neuron in his body focused on his rock-hard cock, begging to be freed.
Dev pushed his zipper down as Cash shoved his slacks and underwear down over his ass to his thighs. His cock sprang free, jutting forward, eager. Dev better angled his body to have that strong hand roughly grip the base of his shaft. Tingles of anticipation skated along Cash’s nerve endings. He urged Dev on with a lift of his hips.
His life was reduced to these unguarded moments. They meant so much to his heart.
Cash had to angle his head in order to watch the exact moment Dev swiped his sinful tongue up his shaft and closed his mouth over his cock. The tip of Dev’s tongue pushed into his slit seconds before those perfect lips traveled down his length. Cash’s eyes rolled back in his head at the feel of Dev’s warm mouth surrounding him.
A million years could pass and Cash was certain the moment when Dev took him into his mouth was always going to be magical.
Dev’s mouth slid upward, his lips and tongue never leaving the sensitive skin of his cock. His fist tightened as it twisted up the length, following the wet trail. The reverence Dev showed, the heady desire his love provoked made Cash feel ten feet tall. He threaded his fingers in Dev’s silky strands as he bobbed his head, swallowing Cash’s cock with purpose.
Each and every pull brought Cash more pleasure, driving him to the point of no return faster than he wanted. Dev was a ten out of ten in his ability to create just the right amount of friction to pull Cash’s release from his balls.
It was wrong that he fought his orgasm. They were on assignment. His team would worry about the unexpected delay. But Dev’s mouth and hand felt too good. Always better than the time before. He tried in vain to commit each tug and pull to memory, wishing these were his dreams instead of the nightmare plaguing him.
He canted his hips in the rhythm Dev created. The angle of the bucket seats inhibited a full roll of his hips, but it didn’t matter in the least.
Cash palmed his balls, fondling each one, pinching and manipulating as Dev had taught him to enjoy. He steadily caressed Dev’s hair, running a hand the length of Dev’s head to his neck and shoulders then back up.
