“Of course, sir.”
“I’d like that too, please.” Emilio said.
“Excellent, and for you, sir?” She looked at X.
“Bread pudding for me.” I chose the same. I’d rarely had any dessert I liked as much as their bread pudding soufflé topped with whiskey cream sauce. It was perfection. Even so, I enjoyed watching Henri savor his dessert as much as I enjoyed eating mine.
As Henri and Emilio discussed the merits of their rich chocolate confections, X turned his attention to me. “Tell me what you’ve learned about your pressing problem.”
“I’ve confirmed the connection we suspected. I’m more certain than ever that we’re on the right path. The men we’re in conflict with have aligned themselves with this weaker group, knowing they can use them. My guess would be that they plan to infiltrate and absorb them.”
“That would be disastrous for New Orleans.”
“I agree. We got another piece of intel that could be very useful. We believe one of the men we’re looking into was forced to do some dirty work for the stronger party. He isn’t happy with where things are going. He might be scared enough to turn on the rest of them.”
“You’re thinking about having someone approach him.” I nodded, and X continued, “I can’t be involved personally, but I can send a few members of my team.”
I smiled, seeing where he was going. “And Niall would be willing to play the part?”
“Giorgio would say he plays the part most of the time.”
I laughed. Niall was a former FBI agent, and from what I’d learned about him, he was damn good at looking the part of the cold impersonal federal agent, but he was fully on the other side of the law now.
“I can lend you Giorgio too. His skills are always useful.”
Giorgio was a sniper, but Xavier was wise not to use that word in a restaurant such as this.
We continued to discuss the plan in vague terms. Niall would feel out Clark Landry and see if he could turn him. If so, we’d have them plan the weapons drop and then we’d grab everyone at once.
I noticed both Emilio and Henri were listening now. Emilio knew everything about what X did. I intended to keep Henri with me until this ended so he wouldn’t have a chance to cause any trouble for me or himself, and we’d been circumspect enough that he had few details.
When we’d talked as much as was prudent in public, X said, “We can firm up some details later, but I’ll plan to send assistance in the next few days.”
“Excellent.” I wanted to move as fast as we could. My father was pushing me, and my tension level wouldn’t go down until the situation was resolved. At least I had Henri for stress relief.
As we departed the restaurant, Henri seemed much happier than he had when we’d arrived. He was relaxed, leaning against me as I put my arm around his waist. He and Emilio had exchanged contact information and agreed to keep in touch. That would be good for him. I got the feeling Emilio had also had a rough start in life. Maybe he could help Henri get on a new track.
We said goodbye, and Emilio and X headed back to their hotel. A car waited for me and Henri. It was going to be all I could do not to strip him down and take him in the back seat before we made it home.
I’d told him I would tease him and draw things out until he was desperate, but after waiting all day, I wanted his ass right that second. I wanted to drive inside him, feel him clench around me, and keep fucking him until pain shifted to pleasure and he was writhing beneath me, begging for more. No way in hell was I going to be able to wait much longer, but I would go slow enough that he would enjoy every minute of it, even if that took superhuman control.
As soon as we were in the house, I pulled him to me. When my lips met his, he opened immediately, body going slack as he surrendered to me. I had no doubt he would have fallen if I hadn’t held on to him tightly. I slid my lips along his jaw and down his neck, nibbling and sucking at his sensitive skin.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” I said as I pulled away.
“I… I don’t think I am.”
I chuckled as I pulled his shirt open so I could kiss his collarbone. “What do you want?”
“Isn’t this about what you want?”
“I need to hear you say it.”
“You. I want you.”
“That’s good because no one else can touch you.” Ever. Did I really mean that, or was it just the heat of the moment? It could be temporary insanity, but the thought of another man’s hands on him made me want to rip someone’s head off.
“What do you want me to do to you?” I asked, needing him to confess more.
“Whatever you want. Anything.”
I wrapped my hands around his upper arms and squeezed tightly enough that he looked up in shock. “I asked you a question, and I expect a real answer.”
“I… I don’t know.”
I shook my head. “That’s not the answer I’m looking for.”
“Then tell me what to say, and I’ll say it.”
Jesus, knowing he’d submit to me like that, knowing how much power I held over him made me hard as steel. “I know you would, cher. You’ll do anything I tell you to, won’t you?” He nodded, eyes glazed, pupils blown. “I adore that about you, but that’s not what I asked.”
“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me.” His hand drifted down and squeezed my cock through my suit pants. “I want this inside me. I want to know what it’s like.”
My pulse pounded in my ears, and I didn’t think I’d ever been as hard as I was. “Your ass is mine, and I’m going to make you love it.” I slid my hands down his back and squeezed both his cheeks, pulling him hard against me and feeling his erection rub against my own.
12
Henri
I shuddered as Remy rubbed against me. He’d been right. I’d thought about being with him all day, while I waited for him, while I was trying on clothes, and when we came back home. I’d hoped to encourage him to give me some relief before dinner so I wouldn’t think about how much I wanted him when we were at the restaurant. Of course he hadn’t, and he’d been attentive and possessive and sexy as fuck all through dinner. I couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen when we arrived back at his house.
He was going to possess me completely. That sounded ridiculously over the top, but it was how I felt, not just because I’d never had anal before but because he demanded everything when we were together. With other men, I could distance myself, but with Remington, he consumed all my senses. I couldn’t think of anything but him. I was completely and utterly in the moment.
“I want you,” I said. The words had been low and soft, but I knew he’d heard me because he groaned against my shoulder as he kissed me.
“I’m going to give you everything you want.”
I didn’t doubt that. That was why it was going to be so hard to leave. “Please.”
I felt him smile against my neck. “I love how eager you are. You’ve waited all this time, and you’re so ready now, aren’t you?”
I’d been ready, but I hadn’t trusted any of the men I’d been with. Trusting him was probably stupid, but I believed he would make it as good for me as a first time could be. He seemed to take pride in doing things well, and I had no doubt fucking my ass was another example of something he would excel at.
He pushed my jacket from my shoulders, and it dropped to the floor. I turned back to look at him, worried about leaving the fine suit crumpled on the ground.
“Leave it. My dry cleaner will take care of it.”
As he spoke, he yanked my shirt from the waistband of my pants. He only bothered to undo a few buttons before lifting it over my head. It caught on my arms, and he growled with frustration.
He pulled one of my arms to him and fiddled with the cufflink until he’d freed that hand, then quickly freed the other.
He had my belt and the fastenings of my pants open in no time, and he shoved them down my legs. He paused a moment to admire the silky black briefs he’d gotten for
me.
“When we’re in the house, you don’t need to wear any more than this. Ever.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, my voice breathy and deliberately coquettish.
“It’s still sass, even if you use pretty words, and it will get your ass spanked.” He undid his own pants and pulled his belt through the loops, then he ran his hands along the smooth leather. “Your ass is going to be sore enough without feeling this or the crack of my hand.”
I stared at him wide-eyed. “I… I’ll be good.”
“I thought you’d see things my way.” He tossed the belt on the floor, and I reached for his pants, parting them enough to see his cock cupped by black boxer briefs.
“May I undress you?” I asked, still with a hint of teasing in my voice. I wasn’t going to let him think I was afraid of him because I wasn’t. I knew he was dangerous as fuck, and he’d been using plenty of codewords as he talked with Thomas Carrington. I couldn’t believe he hadn’t warned me who I would be meeting. He was even more gorgeous in person than in pictures and videos, but even as I appreciated him, it was Remington I’d spent the most time staring at.
No wonder he told me I’d be sworn to secrecy. I was fairly sure Remington and Mr. Carrington were talking about stopping some kind of illegal operation, but I was also sure they were going to stop it by murdering some people. I’d heard that Thomas Carrington was now running a security firm.
“Yes, undress me, and be quick about it.”
I did as he asked, easing him out of his suit coat and tossing it onto a chair in the living room. I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, and he had to assist me. When he was naked to the waist, I quickly pushed his pants down, letting him step out of them as he toed off his shoes. I knelt in front of him, eye level with his cock that was now covered only by his underwear. I leaned forward and nuzzled his hard length.
When he didn’t stop me, I opened my mouth around his girth, teasing him, then running my tongue over the head where it peeked above the waistband of his boxers.
He slid his hands into my hair and pulled hard enough to get my attention. “No more teasing.”
I licked my lips and nodded. He gripped my chin and held my gaze. “If we don’t go upstairs right now, I’ll break your ass in right here on the floor.”
Holy shit. “Um… then I guess we should go upstairs.” I let out a surprised squawk when he picked me up, sliding an arm under my knees and one around my back, lifting me easily. He carried me upstairs like a bride. This was so far from a wedding night it wasn’t even funny, and yet I felt cherished by him as he laid me on his big bed and settled between my legs.
“Turn over, ass in the air. Wrap your arms around a pillow and don’t move.” His commanding tone was just as much of a turn-on as the way he’d cradled me in his arms. I wasn’t sure there was anything he could do that I wouldn’t find hot as fuck.
Remington reached into his nightstand drawer for the lube. As he coated his fingers, I raised up on my elbows and turned so I could see his cock, his really big cock. How was I going to take all of that? “Remington, I…”
He shook his head. “No talking. All you’re supposed to do right now is feel.”
“I don’t think—” He slapped my ass hard enough to make me cry out. “I’m sorry I—”
He pushed a finger into me, and I gasped.
“You’re going to take so much more than this before I’m done with you. I’m going to bury myself all the way inside you. I’m going to wreck you and make you like it.”
When he added another finger, I whimpered. It stung, and I was getting more and more afraid I wouldn’t be able to accommodate his huge cock.
“You feel incredible,” he said. “So fucking tight. I can’t wait to be inside you.” He pushed his fingers deeper and pressed against the secret spot inside. My whole world lit up. The pressure was too much, yet I didn’t want it to stop.
“Wait till I rub over your sweet spot with my dick. You’ll beg me to fuck you over and over again every day once you feel it.”
I was almost certain he was right. He stretched me some more with his fingers, showing more patience than I’d expected.
When he pulled his fingers out, I felt empty. “Need more.”
“I know you do.” He moved into position behind me and brushed my hole with the tip of his cock. It was big and thick, and I was suddenly very unsure again.
He pushed in slowly, but it felt like he was tearing me in two. I cried out and fisted my hands in the pillow, biting my lip to keep from begging him to stop.
“Breathe, cher.”
The term of endearment was enough to help me relax just a little. Then he eased in farther, and I tensed again.
“Relax, darlin’. You can take it.”
I would. I had to.
He pulled out, and that felt almost too good. When he thrust in again, my ass burned like it was on fire. There was no way he could fit. It wasn’t possible.
He reached under me, grabbed my cock, and began stroking me. Even with his cock about to tear me apart, he had me hard again in seconds. His hand felt incredible, and somehow he knew just the rhythm I needed. Before long, I was working my hips, driving into the circle of his hand.
“That’s it,” he said. “You need this. You need to be filled.”
He pushed deeper into me, but his hand stroking me helped me find pleasure instead of pain. “I’m going all the way this time.”
“I don’t… I can’t…”
“You can. You’re mine, and I’m going to have you in every way I want you.”
He would. I was absolutely sure of that. And as full as my ass was, I didn’t want him to stop.
“More,” I demanded.
“That’s right, cher. I have more for you.” He pushed in, and I couldn’t stop myself from whimpering as he sank in until his balls rested against me.
He held still, giving me a chance to adjust, though I wasn’t sure that was possible. I didn’t understand how it could hurt so much and feel so good at the same time.
“Talk to me,” he demanded.
“I feel like you shoved a redwood up my ass.”
He snorted. “Who does this ass belong to?”
Before I had a chance to answer, he pulled back and drove in again much harder this time. I made a strangled sound.
“You. Belongs to you.”
“Fuck yes it does.”
He moved slowly then, and after a few of those more careful strokes, it began to feel more pleasurable than painful. He gripped my hips, tilting them so the next stroke dragged across my prostate. I cried out in pleasure. It was so intense I wasn’t sure I could survive much more.
“You’re doing so good.” Remington’s voice was almost a purr.
“Do that again. Please.”
“I’m going to do it again and again until you come. Then I’m going to fill your ass with my seed.”
“Yes. Do that.” I never thought I would crave having a man come inside me, but I wanted it desperately. I wanted him to mark me like that. I wanted to surrender to him completely, no matter how foolish that was.
He stroked over my sweet spot again, and I pushed back, needing more. Before long, he was driving into me roughly, and I was meeting every stroke.
I couldn’t believe it felt so good to have him inside me. Had I really thought I wouldn’t be able to handle him? Even though he stretched me to the absolute limit, even though my ass still stung and I knew I would be sore as hell afterward, everything felt perfect in that moment, like my ass was made for his cock.
I was so close. If only he’d touch me again.
“Tell me what you need,” he ordered as he kept fucking me even harder.
“Need you. Need to come.”
He grasped my cock again. His hand worked me just as fast and hard as he was fucking me.
“Remy, I’m… I’m so close. I—”
“Come for me. Show me how much you love this. Show me how much you love having me buried deep inside you,
the only man to ever have your ass.”
13
Remington
Being inside Henri was pure heaven, even better than I’d expected. He was so hot, so tight, and the sounds he made as he tried to adjust to me made it hard to hold back. I wanted more. I wanted to forget the outside world and spend the next two weeks in bed with him. No way in hell could I do that, but I would take as much time with him as I could because being inside him was unlike anything I’d experienced before.
That thought scared me—more than a confrontation with the Landrys, more than knowing I’d be working with X—but I’d never let fear hold me back before, and I wasn’t going to now. Henri was a professional. He’d walk away when our time was up, and eventually the weeks we spent together would just be a fond memory.
I would let myself enjoy every single moment with him. I deserved some stress relief, but I didn’t deserve his willingness, his eagerness, the way he’d agreed to let me drive into him with nothing between us. I’d never questioned what I deserved from a man before, but now I wanted to be worthy of the sexy, open, more-innocent-than-he-should-be man who’d fallen into my life.
I tightened my grip on his cock, and he moaned. “That’s right. Don’t hold back. I want to know exactly how good this is for you.”
“Good. So good.” I drove into him once more, hard and deep, and that was all it took. He shuddered as his hot cum spilled over my hand.
His ass tightened around my cock almost painfully, and that was enough to send my own release slamming through me. I held Henri’s hips tight as I buried myself in him and filled his ass with my hot seed.
His knees slid out from under him, and I lay on top of him, pressing him into the mattress, my cock still buried inside him.
I could barely breathe. I didn’t think I could speak or move. I hoped he would protest if I was crushing him too hard. I didn’t want to slide out of him. I wanted to keep him pinned to my bed. I wanted him to be mine. I knew as I lay there, sweaty and exhausted, feeling the slickness of my cum inside him, that two weeks was not going to be enough. Henri was special, and I wasn’t going to let him go.
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