louder voice said, “You’re superior in size and brain power. Happy now?”
“Ian, get to the point.” No wonder Jack had a bottle of aspirin at his desk. Ian would drive a saint to drink. And Jack was no saint.
“Yeah, yeah. All I know is, if it were me, I’d eliminate any threat to my paycheck. Jack leaves a lot to your discretion, and you don’t abuse your authority, so he wouldn’t blink twice if Kerr just happened to suffer from an aneurysm. All I’m saying.”
Aidan stilled. “Wish I could help with that, but—”
“Right. You just read minds. You don’t influence or pulverize with your mental superpowers. Sure thing. Of course. What was I thinking?” In a peppier voice, he added, “Well, I’ve gotta go. Working the day shift is no fun without Chloe and the guys to annoy, but hey, Kitty’s into some flare-up with a hot-looking hunk, so I need to go and rescue her. Or him. I’m not sure yet.”
He hung up before Aidan could correct him. Hell. Did Ian know what Aidan could really do? Jack didn’t. How could a forger know what Aidan had kept buried more than half his life?
“Hey.”
He turned to see Gavin standing just inside the living room, a blanket wrapped around his waist and a frown on his face. “What?”
“You put me to bed?” The cute flush on his cheeks warmed Aidan in places he hadn’t realized were cold.
“You looked worn-out.”
“I was late this morning because I overslept. I’m just not used to all this…ah…sex.”
Aidan laughed. “Yeah? I figured. Your ass is like a glove. All nice and hot. We’re going to have a lot of fun this week.” Gavin’s embarrassment amused him. “Man, we just fucked. I emptied into that sweet ass. Hell, I rimmed and ate you up. What the hell are you embarrassed about?”
“So I can talk to you normally now?”
“My fault.” Aidan stood and crossed to Gavin. He pulled the blanket up over his shoulders and figured he might as well start a fire, since he planned to keep Gavin naked for the next three days they spent getting ready to tackle Kerr. “When we’re in scene, you’ll address me as Sir or Master. I’ll call you boy.” Or baby , which he hadn’t meant to let slip. It felt too personal, and he liked it too much. “But when we’re done, it’s just you and me.”
“Where I call you an asshole.” Gavin grinned.
That smile punched another hole through the barrier protecting Aidan’s heart. He had to clear his throat before warning, “Don’t push your luck.”
“So I can put my clothes back on?”
“No. Drop the blanket.”
Gavin sighed but did as told without question. Progress.
“I want you to be comfortable being naked around me. And I want access to that cock. Full-time.”
Gavin blew out a breath. “I have a feeling you say this stuff so I’ll turn red.”
“I do like that color on you. Turn around. Let me see that ass.”
Gavin turned, and Aidan saw the beginning of a bruise on his left buttock. “Pretty. You bruise easy.”
“Easy?” Gavin asked as he turned around. “Your hands are like bricks. No wonder they call you Viking.”
“I thought that was on account of my berserker of a cock.” Aidan winked.
Gavin laughed, and the smoky chuckle had Aidan joining in.
“Yeah, okay. You’re so big and studly. Oh, Aidan, you’re my hero.”
“Smart-ass.”
“So who were you on the phone with?”
The sense of camaraderie surprised him. Gavin was thinking that they’d put their issues behind them, and he saw Aidan as a real partner. The clear acceptance on Gavin’s part had the effect of brightening Aidan’s normally dour mood.
“I was talking to Ian—not by choice. We should have our info later today. I’m a small arms dealer with connections, and you’re my love slave.”
Gavin groaned. “Not slave.”
“The thought has appeal.”
“I’m sure.” Gavin shivered.
“You have thin blood.” He shrugged out of his own shirt, more than aware of the bag of clothes Gavin had
“Ian, get to the point.” No wonder Jack had a bottle of aspirin at his desk. Ian would drive a saint to drink. And Jack was no saint.
“Yeah, yeah. All I know is, if it were me, I’d eliminate any threat to my paycheck. Jack leaves a lot to your discretion, and you don’t abuse your authority, so he wouldn’t blink twice if Kerr just happened to suffer from an aneurysm. All I’m saying.”
Aidan stilled. “Wish I could help with that, but—”
“Right. You just read minds. You don’t influence or pulverize with your mental superpowers. Sure thing. Of course. What was I thinking?” In a peppier voice, he added, “Well, I’ve gotta go. Working the day shift is no fun without Chloe and the guys to annoy, but hey, Kitty’s into some flare-up with a hot-looking hunk, so I need to go and rescue her. Or him. I’m not sure yet.”
He hung up before Aidan could correct him. Hell. Did Ian know what Aidan could really do? Jack didn’t. How could a forger know what Aidan had kept buried more than half his life?
“Hey.”
He turned to see Gavin standing just inside the living room, a blanket wrapped around his waist and a frown on his face. “What?”
“You put me to bed?” The cute flush on his cheeks warmed Aidan in places he hadn’t realized were cold.
“You looked worn-out.”
“I was late this morning because I overslept. I’m just not used to all this…ah…sex.”
Aidan laughed. “Yeah? I figured. Your ass is like a glove. All nice and hot. We’re going to have a lot of fun this week.” Gavin’s embarrassment amused him. “Man, we just fucked. I emptied into that sweet ass. Hell, I rimmed and ate you up. What the hell are you embarrassed about?”
“So I can talk to you normally now?”
“My fault.” Aidan stood and crossed to Gavin. He pulled the blanket up over his shoulders and figured he might as well start a fire, since he planned to keep Gavin naked for the next three days they spent getting ready to tackle Kerr. “When we’re in scene, you’ll address me as Sir or Master. I’ll call you boy.” Or baby , which he hadn’t meant to let slip. It felt too personal, and he liked it too much. “But when we’re done, it’s just you and me.”
“Where I call you an asshole.” Gavin grinned.
That smile punched another hole through the barrier protecting Aidan’s heart. He had to clear his throat before warning, “Don’t push your luck.”
“So I can put my clothes back on?”
“No. Drop the blanket.”
Gavin sighed but did as told without question. Progress.
“I want you to be comfortable being naked around me. And I want access to that cock. Full-time.”
Gavin blew out a breath. “I have a feeling you say this stuff so I’ll turn red.”
“I do like that color on you. Turn around. Let me see that ass.”
Gavin turned, and Aidan saw the beginning of a bruise on his left buttock. “Pretty. You bruise easy.”
“Easy?” Gavin asked as he turned around. “Your hands are like bricks. No wonder they call you Viking.”
“I thought that was on account of my berserker of a cock.” Aidan winked.
Gavin laughed, and the smoky chuckle had Aidan joining in.
“Yeah, okay. You’re so big and studly. Oh, Aidan, you’re my hero.”
“Smart-ass.”
“So who were you on the phone with?”
The sense of camaraderie surprised him. Gavin was thinking that they’d put their issues behind them, and he saw Aidan as a real partner. The clear acceptance on Gavin’s part had the effect of brightening Aidan’s normally dour mood.
“I was talking to Ian—not by choice. We should have our info later today. I’m a small arms dealer with connections, and you’re my love slave.”
Gavin groaned. “Not slave.”
“The thought has appeal.”
“I’m sure.” Gavin shivered.
“You have thin blood.” He shrugged out of his own shirt, more than aware of the bag of clothes Gavin had
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