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Taking several deep breaths, I revel in the feeling of Abel continuing to suck me, even when my cockhead is sensitive and aching. I pull out of his mouth and straighten my pants, then help him to his feet, loving how flushed his face looks. I’m not sure if it’s from his orgasm, mine, or the plug. “How do you feel?” I ask him.
He rocks from side to side and his eyes flutter closed. He swallows roughly before he opens them, looking at me with barely disguised lust. “How long will you be gone?” he rasps instead of answering me.
Laughing, I stand, bending to kiss his mouth. “A few hours. You have everything you need for tomorrow? Anything I can get you while I’m out?”
His face drops a bit, but he tries to cover it. I wish I could tell him I’ll be there, but I really want to surprise him. If things go according to plan, he won’t be upset that I didn’t tell him I was coming. “No. Michael took me shopping for an outfit for graduation. Thank you.”
I gave Michael my card so Abel could get whatever he wanted. I’m sure Abel didn’t like using the card, but that’s his fucking problem. While he’s mine—and I hope that will be for a long time coming—he will take the money and gifts I give him. “You’re welcome. Anything you might want?”
“Yeah, for you to hurry and get the fuck home so you can fuck me. I’m not sure I’ll be able to make it until you get back.” His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are shining with arousal. Every time he shifts, he lets out a soft breath.
“Don’t touch your dick, Abel,” I tell him before taking his lips in a deep kiss. “You next orgasm belongs to me, not your hand.”
“Sav, you fucking tease.” Abel is adorable when he pouts.
A laugh bubbling from my throat, I bend to give him another kiss and rush to the bathroom to clean myself up before hurrying downstairs. Quin is at the bottom of the stairs, waiting on me with a look of impatience. “If I knew you were going to have some fun with Abel, I would have made another pot of coffee.”
Chuckling, I clap him on the back and squeeze his shoulder. “Unplanned fun, my friend. I apologize.” Quin starts and stares at me with wide eyes. I wonder at it until I realize I apologized. Something I don’t think I’ve done in years. Not because I’m never wrong, but because I don’t give enough of a fuck about someone to give them one. Either I love Quin and don’t like to upset him, or Abel is really making me a better and more friendly person.
Quin clears his throat and tries to wipe the surprised look from his face. “Oh … um … yeah, it’s fine. I like Abel. He can take your time, no problem.” Yeah, it’s definitely my guy making me like this.
We step outside and I see Michael is already standing by the car. He looks impatient as well, but quickly schools his expression. I texted them to meet me downstairs in five minutes, right before I texted Abel. I look at my watch. Those five minutes turned into twenty. Fuck, he gets an apology too. I jog down the steps and slide into the back seat. Quin gets in beside me and Michael climbs behind the wheel. “Sorry I’m late. Abel … well, Abel.” I finish, knowing he’ll understand. I’m sure both of them know how smitten I am with my little beauty.
Again, a look of shock is aimed at me. Okay, I get it. I’m a dick, but I want to be better for Abel. Because he deserves somebody that’s trying hard to be better for him. He doesn’t take shit, but he’s kind andgood. I want to be that. For him.
“It’s fine, boss,” Michael says easily, then laughs when he sees my glare in the mirror. He and Quin know I hate that “boss” shit. “Where to?”
I tell him to drive us to the restaurant we had the meeting at with our newest client. Even during the day, it won’t be empty, and we can get a booth in the back where all the noise will make it hard for anyone to overhear us. I want to iron out the plans Quin and I made, and it’s time we brought Michael in. I know he’ll be in, but he needs to play the role I have for him at just the right time to get Abel away safely. I have a nagging feeling we’ll need to come up with a backup plan too. There’s something in the back of my mind telling me to have a Plan B, just in case.
When we get to the restaurant and we’re seated, the server comes to take our food and drink orders. After she walks away, I lean forward, and Quin and Michael follow suit. “Michael,”—I look over at him—“we’re getting out. I’m not sure about you, but Quin and I are tired. You can either get out or keep the territory.”
“I’m getting out,” he says quickly. Just like us, he’s ready to leave the game behind. “Where are you two going?”
Quin and I shrug. I haven’t thought that far ahead. From the looks of it, Quin is going to decide when it’s time to go. I’ll have to talk it over with Abel if he even wants to go. I shake my head, clearing that thought. I’ll stress myself out thinking about what he’ll say.
“I’m not sure, but it has to be away from here. I’m not sure how my father and grandfather did it. It’s too much.”
Michael nods and says, “If you’re getting out, so am I. I’m over the paranoia.” With that decided, we discuss the plan Quin came up with. Then, on the fly, I think of another. One that could work at any point, not just if the circumstances are right. But that’s just Plan B. I hope we won’t need it.
We all have more money than we need, so it’s not like starting over will break the bank. We’ll have to figure some things out, though. “Can we get passports? New IDs? Any papers we need?” I ask Quin. Quin had a life before he came to work with me. He has contacts everywhere that have been able to get pretty much everything we’ve needed over the years.
He nods, taking his phone out. He shoots off a message and after about a minute, he gets a response. “All I need is a picture of all of us and I can get everything in two weeks. That should be plenty of time, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I answer. “Any particular pictures?”
“Plain, no smiles, white or blue background. White- or solid-colored shirts. And whatever names you want to have on them. Our guy could pick if you don’t know what you want.”
I’m not sure what name Abel would pick. We could always get more made later, but I need to pick something for him that would suit him. I close my eyes and think about his wide blue-green eyes, his light brown skin, those lush, beautiful curls, his full, delicate mouth. What name would fit him that he would like enough to want to keep if he left with me? “Noah. For Abel. I think he looks like a Noah.”
Michael and Quin nod and we all put in our names and tell Quin to make a few for each of us, with the contact picking names for backups.
Agreeing with everything, we sit and enjoy our meal. I keep looking at my watch, seeing that Abel has been alone for over an hour. I wonder how he’s holding up. The plug Quin recommended is supposed to rub against his prostate, but just barely. Not enough to get him off no matter how much he moves, but enough to drive him crazy.
I see my friends exchange glances when I check my watch for the third time. I huff and give them a look. “What?”
“Come on, Savage,” Quin says, dropping more money on the table than necessary. “Let’s get you home to your man before you jump out of your skin.”
Try as I might, I can’t deny it. They’ve both been with me long enough to know when I’m feeling a certain way. And right now, I’m feeling horny and needy. More needy than horny, which only slightly surprises me. I just want to feel Abel in my arms. It will make my heart happy to feel his warm body against me.
