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“Did you expect it to still be warm?”
Kai nodded, then moved to be fully under the spray to wash off Steel’s come. He found that as much as he liked seeing Kai naked, he sure as fuck didn’t like watching him wash his come off him. He liked it on Kai. He wanted his come on every single inch of the man, which was… not good. It was very bad. His inner caveman needed to take a leave of absence. At least while they were at the safehouse. He couldn’t afford to think that way. Not about Kai.
He shoved down that annoying part of his mind that wanted to remind him that he’d never felt like that with anyone else before and stepped out of the shower. He grabbed a towel for each of them. He’d already dried off when Kai turned off the water, and handed him a towel, liking the soft look in Kai’s eyes way too much as he took it.
He walked into the bedroom and dropped onto the bed, a smile finding his lips when Kai crawled up next to him and burrowed in close. He wrapped an arm around Kai, loving the feel of the man’s weight half on top of him.
He would enjoy this for as long as he could, which was likely until morning because this was a terrible idea to begin with, and keeping it going was even worse. But, right then, it was the best damned idea he’d ever had.
He tightened his hold on Kai who was already drifting off and closed his eyes, taking in the sweet smell of his soap on Kai. He liked it when Kai smelled like him. He liked it way too much.
Chapter Seven
Steel
HE WAS hunched over the kitchen counter, trying—and failing—to convince himself that last night had been a mistake. As much as he wanted it to be just a stupid mistake so he could easily move on, he knew it wasn’t. At least, it wasn’t that obvious of a mistake.
Sleeping with Kai… yeah. That definitely shouldn’t have happened. That was what it was. The thing that was really bothering him was that when he’d woken up and seen Kai next to him in bed, he’d smiled.
Anyone else waking up to an assassin in their bed definitely wouldn’t have fucking smiled.
He shouldn’t trust him. He was a trained killer who had a bag filled with guns, knives, and God only knew what else in his room. For all sense and purpose, he didn’t have a single reason to trust Kai, but he did.
He’d never seen Kai vulnerable before but finding him asleep on his couch, looking lost and desperate, had changed everything for him.
A groan fell from his lips.
This whole thing was confusing.
The sound of a bike pulling up in front of the house should’ve made him excited. It didn’t. He knew he’d have to explain himself and he couldn’t.
He walked to the door and pulled it open just before Little John made it to the front porch. He looked up and smiled at Steel who did his best to return it.
“Hey.”
“Hey. I got your package.”
Little John waved the manila envelope in front of him.
Steel stepped aside to let Little John in and after closing the front door, he led the way into the kitchen.
“You want something to drink?”
“I’d kill for some coffee.”
He’d already put a pot on, and when it was done he poured them both a cup. He handed Little John his mug before taking a sip of his own coffee. The caffeine hit was great. The confused look Little John gave him wasn’t.
Little John leaned his hip against the counter and held his steaming mug in front of him with both hands.
“So, what’s the deal with this guy?”
Steel arched a brow at him. He knew exactly who and what Kai was. That wasn’t what he was asking and Steel didn’t exactly want to answer that particular question.
“What’s going on, brother?”
“He needed help.”
Little John raised his brows and cocked his head to the side. “Uh-huh. Ares says hi, by the way.”
