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“Oh, yeah. But I won’t rush you. I know it’s pretty intense for some people.”
“Thanks.”
We fell silent again. The rain eased as we passed Seattle University and Swedish Hospital. He and Drew were so different and yet the same. Aithan was quiet and cool but not cold. Drew was touchy-feely and gave no shits what others thought of him. But both men deferred to my wants and needs. They were free with their affection and their compliments, supportive and giving.
Aithan slowed and turned right. “What else do you like?”
I looked back at him. “Are we really having this conversation?”
“Yes.” His voice and expression were matter-of-fact. “I want to know how to make you happy.”
“Oh. Okay.” I watched his face and said, “I really like sucking cock.” His cool broke. His eyes widened and he licked his lips.
God have mercy, those lips were made for sin.
“I’ll gladly help you out with that.” He turned the SUV into a parking garage.
“You’ll have to wait. I have an agreement with Drew, but I promise you won’t regret it.”
“I’m sure I won’t.” Aithan parked, turned off the engine, then caught the back of my head and pulled my lips to his, kissing me fiercely, his tongue in my mouth. He eased back and tucked my hair behind my ears. “Now, what’s that agreement you have with your author?”
His intensity made my head spin, and I cleared my throat, buying my brain a second to realign after that toe-curling kiss. “No BJs and cocks stay wrapped until STD testing has cleared our jibblies.”
He laughed. “Okay, off to the doc to get my jibblies examined ASAP, because you can’t tell me you love oral, then think I can wait to see what you do with that talented mouth.”
I leaned close and dragged my gaze from his lip to his eyes. “There’s truth behind that fucked up nickname Tristan gave me.”
“Damn.” He exhaled and his expression turned hungry. “Let’s get this court thing done, ’cause now all I can think about is getting you home and naked.”
15
MORE THAN HE COULD SWALLOW
Drew droppedhis travel bag in the foyer and stared around his trashed apartment. “Nine grand a month and it looks like a homeless psychopath lives here.” His nose wrinkled. It stank of stale cigarettes and rancid meat. He’d been gone less than two weeks. How the hell had it turned into a cesspool in such a short time span?
He pulled his phone from his jacket pocket and texted Livi.
WTF happened to the apt?
Huh?
He scowled. “Fuck her and her ‘huh’.”
The cleaning crew is supposed to be here every Mon. That was yesterday. It’s a fucking pig sty & smells like a chain-smoking cow died in here.
Oh. That. I told them not to bother me.
He gaped at his phone.
Because???
They woke me. It’s annoying.
You know what’s annoying? Coming home to find my apt looks like addicts have been partying in it. Where the fuck are u?
London. Don’t get snippy w/me. You’re the one who told them to come at 10.
U can’t haul your lazy ass outta bed by 10am one day a week?
