Page 53 of The Enforcer

When we have everything figured out, Shane nods, looking around his condo in a detached way. “This place never felt like home to me. But when I’m at your house, I always feel comfortable and content. I feel safe and cared for there.”

“You’ll always be safe and cared for at my house.” I pause and amend my statement. “At our house.”

“I like the sound of that,” Shane mutters, straddling my lap and bringing his lips down to mine. I open for him immediately, loving how his tongue languidly strokes over mine. Shane moans in my mouth, rolling his hips over my rock-hard cock. “Take me to bed, Zeke,” he mutters against my mouth before diving back in for more. “Make love to me.”

Grabbing Shane under his ass, I stand with him in my arms, taking us to the room without separating our lips. Shane makes a startled noise in his throat but doesn’t stop kissing me.

I lay him on the bed, slotting myself between Shane’s spread legs. Hooking my finger into his sweats, I start to drag them down his legs, only pulling my mouth from Shane’s to get them the rest of the way off.

I stare down at him, admiring his body and his leaking cock. I have to taste him. Lying on my belly, I draw his thick, flushed dick between my lips, sucking him to the back of my throat.

“Ah, fuck. Zeke,” Shane whines, planting a hand at the back of my head. He moves me up and down at the pace he wants and I follow. He needs this. He might say he’s okay with what happened today, but I know he’s hurting. Making partner was his dream, now he won’t have that. He chose me. I want him to know that he didn’t make the wrong choice in one of the only ways I know how.

Flattening my tongue, I lick him from his base to the head of his cock, wanting to drive him wild. I circle around his cockhead, dipping my tongue into his slit so I can collect some of his precum on my tongue. Groaning, I swallow down his essence, dipping once again to get more. When I’ve pulled all I can from him, I engulf his crown, suckling on his tip.

Shane moans, thrusting into my mouth so I can slide more of his cock down my throat. I gag around him, but don’t pull off. Saliva pools my mouth, wetting him up even more.

With one hand, I jerk his cock in time to how I’m bobbing on him, with the other, I put pressure on his hole. Shane pulls his knees back to his chest, giving me better access. Using some of the spit that’s leaking from my mouth, I press a finger, then two into his hole, fingering him while I try to suck his soul through his dick.

“Fuck me. Please.” Shane sounds completely fucked out, like he’s hanging on by a thread. That makes two of us.

Giving his dick one last long suck, I climb off the bed and strip off my clothes. Before going back to him, I reach into the nightstand to grab the lube, coating my dick. I slather some on his hole before tossing the bottle on the bed.

Climbing back on, I lie on my back. “Come ride me, baby. Let me see you get yourself off on my dick.”

Scrambling over, Shane straddles my thighs, standing my dick up and pressing it to his hole. Slowly, he inches down, impaling himself on my dick. When he’s flush against me, Shane releases a hard breath, rolling his hips experimentally.

“Holy shit,” I mutter, his ass feeling so fucking good hugging my dick. I run my hand up his belly to his chest, tweaking a nipple as he continues to slowly rock his hips.

It gets even better when Shane plants his hands on my chest for stability and his feet flat on the bed as he slowly rides my cock. I watch his dick bob as mine appears and disappears in his ass.

His head tossed back, Shane rides me like a pro, his heavy erection bouncing and slapping against his belly. “Fuck, yes,” he groans. “Oh fuck. I love you so much.”

“Kiss me,” I grunt out, wanting his mouth on me while he’s pushing me closer and closer to the point of no return.

Lowering his legs, Shane leans forward and buries his tongue in my mouth, not breaking his rhythm at all. I hold on to his ass, squeezing and kneading as he rides me.

Shane snatches his mouth from mine, his moans getting higher and his movements more urgent. “Zeke. God, I needed this. Needed you. So much. I’ll always need you.” My arousal ratchets up to a thousand as I listen to Shane babble and pant. “I’m close. I’m so … oh God. Oh Christ,” Shane shouts just before the wetness of his release coating my belly. His hips falter as he chases his hands-free climax, so I grab on tight, thrusting up into him harder, wanting to milk every last drop from him.

Like a freight train, my orgasm barrels into me and I curse, shooting my seed inside him. Shane mewls and whimpers as I fuck into him, wanting to leave as much of my cum inside him as I can.

Panting against my skin, Shane lightly kisses my neck as his body continues to shudder. When he’s spent, Shane moves from straddling my waist to curl up beside me. He makes no move to clean himself up and I make no move to do it myself. That took a lot out of me and if Shane’s wide yawn is anything to go by, it’s the same for him. We’ll probably regret not cleaning up when we wake up later, but that’s future us’s problem.

I gather Shane in my arms, pulling him as close as he can get without living in my skin. He sighs in contentment, throwing a leg over my waist.

Just before we drift off for a nap, I mutter in Shane’s ear, “I love you too.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Shane

Rax and Finn are waiting for us on the private airstrip when our chartered plane lands. We don’t think anyone will say shit about Rax being at a commercial airport here in Cuba—since he’s supposed to be dead—but Zeke said he’d rather not push it and got this flight. I thought about getting in touch with my friend that let me use his private jet to get Rax out of the country, but I think I’ve exhausted all my favors with him since he also lent me the cabin Rax and Finn hid out in. Helping a rich billionaire avoid jail time for smuggling contraband in the country has its perks, for sure.

I’m surprised when we step off the plane and Finn runs over, giving me a long hug. “Shane! I didn’t know you were coming!”

After Rax was sent back to prison, I didn’t think I’d ever be able to stand the sight of Finn after his testimony at Rax’s second trial. Because of him—along with the overwhelming evidence Rax committed murder—we lost the case and Rax was sentenced to death. Or that’s what I thought.

In actuality, Finn, Prez, and Zeke had come up with a plan to make it seem like Finn hated Rax, so when Rax turned up dead, they wouldn’t harass Finn or try to do some bullshit interviews after all the buzz died down. It also gave Finn a reason to disappear with no one questioning why. It was a good plan and worked out well. They’ve been living in Cuba for the past year and both look incredibly happy with the arrangement.

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