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“I’m close, baby boy. Can you take me a little longer?” Quin asks me in a strained voice, his thrust into me getting deeper and more clumsy.
I nod frantically and open my arms to him. Quin moves my leg from his shoulder and sinks down to me, kissing me messily while he fucks me at a maddening pace. He groans into my mouth and I feel his hips stutter and he unleashes a deep groan that I swallow down along with my own moans. The feeling of his cock swelling inside with from his release has my own cock twitching.
Even when he stops moving inside me, Quin doesn’t drag his mouth from mine. He simply pulls out and lies on me, nipping and licking at my mouth, gliding his tongue over mine languidly.
Minutes later, Quin pulls away from my mouth with a sigh. He runs his thumb over my bottom lip, which feels kiss swollen and sensitive. I drag my eyes open and give him a lazy smile, body feeling loose and lax. Rolling over, Quin takes the condom off quickly, then pulls me over to him. He kisses my forehead and rubs my back, letting out a deep, satisfied breath.
I nuzzle his chest, giving him a soft kiss there while I throw my leg over his waist. “How do you feel, baby?” he asks while rubbing my hair gently.
“Good. Going to be sore for a while, but it was just what I needed.”
“I’m glad,” he says softly and kisses my head again. “We can go talk to Michael tomorrow. I could call him if you don’t want to leave, but I’d like to show you where I work.”
Lifting my head, I stare up at him. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. And I want my best friend to meet my boy. I don’t plan on letting you go.”
The smile that stretches my face hurts so good.
Chapter Seven
Quin
Red’seyesbouncearoundas we pull up to our security firm, Services de Securite Hayes et Gray, looking this way and that. It’s adorable how happy he is from just this short drive back to the city. He has a soft smile playing across his lips as he takes in his surroundings.
Cutting the engine, I look over at him and ask, “You okay?”
He nods. “Yeah. Nervous. This is your best friend. I’ve never met anyone’s best friend before.” Red tries to smile at me, but I see the strain in it and how it pulls at his eyes.
I can’t have my boy nervous. While it’s natural to want to make a good impression, I don’t want him to stress himself because of what Michael may think of him. Grabbing his hand, I bring it to my lips. “You don’t need to worry, boy. I got you.”
His smile turns soft and he leans towards me. I meet his mouth in a soft kiss and I love how he sighs against my lips, like I’ve set him at ease. “I know, Quin. I’m overthinking it, huh?”
I kiss him quickly once more. “Little bit. Come on. We can tell Michael the details of this fucker that tried to take what’s mine.” I growl that last part and his eyes flare and grow heated. He needs to stop looking at me like that or I’ll take his ass in the car before we talk to Michael.
“Okay, Daddy,” he breathes and scrambles out of the car. I grab his hand when I get around the front of the car. Looking around the parking lot, I see that Michael is here, as well as two other employees, Judy and Grant. I’ve known both since we were in the Marines.
Judy was already living in Canada, running away from her old life and abusive ex, and I reached out to her when I landed. Just like me, she isn’t supposed to be alive—she drove her car over a bridge to make it seem like she drowned and her body washed out to sea. A few months after Michael and I got out of our depressive fog and feelings of uselessness, I called her and asked if she wanted to work with us at our firm when it was off the ground. She jumped at the chance and became our first employee.
Grant was the second, having kept in touch with Judy, even after she disappeared herself. He had no wife, husband, kids, or dogs, so he packed up and crossed the border when Judy let him know my plan.
There are five more employees, but they’re probably out on various jobs. Not only do we work security at smaller events, we outsource ourselves and work to protect high profile clients. Michael, Judy, and I usually stay away from those, just so we don’t run the risk of running into someone from our past lives. Also, Judy and I are better at cybersecurity. That’s what we did in the Marines and we kept up with the skills after we got out.
Red squeezes my hand and walks close to me, still looking around. “Never been to Quebec?” I ask,
“Never. Just BC and Ontario. It’s nice, eh?”
Smiling down at him, I tease, “Eh?”
His cheeks flush pink and he shakes his head. “Don’t tease me, you bland American.” I bark a laugh and kiss his temple.
Inside of the office is pretty standard stuff. We have a desk at the front that we take turns manning, filling in as receptionist and PA until we hire a good one that gets along with everyone and is bilingual. Our last two seemed resistant in speaking French in the workplace, even with the threat of language police coming around. There’s a frosted door across from us and through that, there are several offices. Michael and I share one, Grant and Judy share, and the other employees split the others. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s ours and we take pride in it.
Walking through the frosted door, I lead Red down the hall to our office. I find Michael behind his desk, eyebrows scrunched as he reads whatever is on his screen.
Michael is a handsome son of a bitch. His gray eyes, chiseled jaw, full lips and lush blond hair turn heads wherever we go.
He looks up when we walk in and he grins at my boy. “You’re Red.”
