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“My brother, the orchid connoisseur.”
After that, he hadn’t mentioned it to his brother again.
He came here when he wanted time to think or unwind. Even with the humidity, it was a relaxing environment. Ronan stepped in with him and closed the glass door. He stayed one step behind Conall the entire time, until Conall saw Sloan walking across the massive green yard.
He smirked over his shoulder at Ronan. “I’d make yourself scarce if I were you. I’m about to get naked.”
Ronan’s eyes widened and he cleared his throat, moving across a few rows of plants until he was out of sight, but not out of hearing. Conall dropped his jeans and underwear before he took off his shirt. He grabbed his green gardening apron and slipped it on, tying the strings at his back. Next, he grabbed a black-and-white bandana he sometimes wore around his forehead to keep his bangs out of his face. If he had his way and they did fuck, he wanted to keep them away from his eyes.
Smirking to himself, he went on with gardening as though nothing was out of the ordinary, picking up a watering can to his left. Sloan opened the door and stepped in, slipping off his suit jacket and passing it to one of the soldiers who’d followed. Conall saw him between a couple of pots and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way the shirt strained across Sloan’s chest. The blue suspenders only made the pull of the shirt more obvious and his mouth watered. Fuck. He wanted him so badly.
“Pet, where are you?”
“Row to your right,” Conall said, tipping the can in his hand to water some of the ordinary plants. Conall knew the moment Sloan saw him because of the sharp intake of air.
“Fuck, pet, what are you doing?”
He grinned and sent Sloan a wink.
“Are you gardening naked, pet?” Sloan teased, stepping in closer until Conall could smell his spicy cologne.
He flicked his tongue over his bottom lip and smiled. “I am. Sometimes I like to go a little Free Willy in the greenhouse.”
Sloan smirked. “Funny, because this is the first time I’ve seen you do it.” He touched Conall’s collar, running his fingertips over the silver holes in it. “But I do love it when you wear only my collar.”
“I’m wearing an apron, so I’m not completely naked,” Conall said with a shake of his arse in Sloan’s direction. “But if it’s a real struggle, you could just fuck me.”
“Don’t tempt me, pet.” Sloan grabbed his arm and hauled him closer, slamming his mouth against Conall’s in a possessive kiss that told everyone around them Conall was his. There was no mistaking the message in the toe-curling make-out session. “You are pushing my buttons.”
“The right ones, I hope,” Conall whispered through his panting. “Because I’d really like you to push the button in my arse. The one that makes me want to come.”
Sloan slapped his right arsecheek hard, and Conall hissed. “You know what it’s called, pet. Say it.”
“Make me.” He raised his chin toward Sloan. “I dare you.”
Something passed through Sloan’s eyes—a possessive expression that had Conall’s knees shaking. It took all his effort not to fall to his knees and suck Sloan’s cock, but he didn’t need to. Sloan seized his upper arm and spun him around, slamming him against the counter that held some of the plants. His hand hit a few pots and they went flying, spilling onto the floor. Luckily they weren’t the expensive orchids, so Conall didn’t bother to pick them up, not while he had Sloan’s chest pressed against his back and hot breath in his ear.
“You think you’re so smart, don’t you, pet? Teasing me, wiggling that arse at me.”
Conall snickered. “It worked. You want to fuck me, boss? Please fuck me.”
He grabbed a handful of Conall’s hair, dislodging it from his bun, and yanked, and Conall hissed as pain from his scalp turned into sizzles of pleasure that raced through his body, landing in his balls. His cock was already hard, caught beneath the top of the counter, making it hard for Conall to reach it.
“Pet, I’m going to make you regret ever making this bet.”
“Yeah?” Conall threw a playful smile over his shoulder. “Prove it.”
Sloan’s smirk was downright evil and a shiver attacked Conall’s body. His cock throbbed, jumping up to hit the underside of the counter in protest at being trapped. Sloan reached down between them and the sound of a zipper had Conall drawing in a deep, excited breath. His chest rattled and his heart pounded so loudly it felt like that was all he could hear. Exhilaration fired off his neurons, making them go crazy.
Sloan grabbed the back of Conall’s neck, shoving him down against the dirty counter covered in soil and flower petals. Conall clawed his fingernails against the dirt, the rough surface scratching at his cheek, and even though it was painful, it also felt so fucking good.
The sound of Sloan spitting had Conall’s spine stiffening and then wet fingers were at his hole. The saliva did little to ease the penetration of Sloan’s fingers and it burned as he shoved two inside Conall, who hissed at the intrusion. His cock stayed hard, though, eager to get Sloan however he could have him. Any type of pain only made it more pleasurable.
“Is this what you wanted, pet?” Sloan murmured, his voice rough and deep with desire.
Conall moaned and rocked back against his fingers. “Yes. Fuck yes. Please, Sloan.”
“You’ve been teasing me all day. You’re lucky I don’t fuck you dry.”
