Page 25 of Leo, My Partner

“I told you I wanted to open a bakery when we went on our date,” I say and Leo nods. “Well, I’ve been working with a realtor. Every so often, he’ll email me listings. He sent me some yesterday, and the one that’s down on Fairmont is within my price range. I wanted to go with Sam and take a peek when I got off work. But I ended up working late, and by the time I was free, Sam was with his girlfriend. He told me to wait until the morning to go see it, but something kept nudging me to go check it out right then.”

Leo slides off my bed and folds the clothes I tossed by the bag before stuffing them inside. “Why do you think that is?”

“I’m not sure. But the more time passed, the more insistent the nudge to go was. So I got dressed and drove over. My dad bought me the knife I was carrying to make sure I was safe.” I glance at him dryly, and Leo chuckles softly. “Then I walked in on you and …”

“His name was Ralph. He was a predator.”

“What did you do to him? There was a lot of blood. I know the body holds a lot of pints, but it looked like more than a person should have. And it was everywhere. There was a big puddle under him. Did you cut him low? Like gutted him until his intestines fell out or something?” I shudder, even though I know I need to get used to it. Hopefully I’m only having this reaction because I was caught off guard, not because I can’t handle seeing a bit of blood. Well, it was more than a bit, but still.

Leo barks a laugh. “No. Nothing like that. Though I’ll have to try that sometime in the future. I’ve never gutted someone before.” I can’t tell if he’s joking or not, so I just keep my mouth shut, waiting for him to tell me what happened.

“First, I cut off his fingers.” Leo stops folding my clothes and walks his fingers across my back. They’re soft and gentle, making me shiver. His voice even takes on a sultry quality, and I’m ensnared in the picture he’s painting me. “Then, I pulled a few of his teeth, trying to get one with the root intact.” His fingers dance across my face, stroking my cheeks. He lowers his lips to my neck, kissing me gently. My head lolls back, and I lean against him, chest heaving from his touch and his lips. “Then, I cut off his dick, like my client asked me.” Leo’s hand drifts down to my cock, which is hard, rubbing gentle fingers over me through these too large sweatpants.

Like most men, I should cringe when Leo talks about relieving someone of their manhood, but the web he’s spinning, his touch, and his mouth has me distracted.

“Once I was done and he was on death’s door, I tilted his head back—” Leo grabs under my chin and tips it up until my throat is exposed “—and slit him from ear to ear.” He drags a gentle finger over my throat, and I tremble.

I spin around and kiss Leo, taking his lips in a brutal kiss that he returns with equal fervor. He glides his hands down the back of my thighs and lifts me up until my legs are around his waist. My back hits my open bedroom door, and Leo holds me up by my ass while he ravages my mouth.

Why did him telling me how he killed someone have me so fucking hard? I should have run screaming from the room, but instead all I can think about is his lips and his touch and surprisingly, my desire to see him in action. I want to see how efficient he is when he kills, if he enjoys it and how he does it. I want to see it all.

My fingers thread into his hair, pulling and rubbing at the strands. I want him as close as possible, devouring his mouth.

The sound of keys in the door puts a halt to our kissing. Sam and Beth’s voices mingle together as they step into the apartment, reaching our ears over our heavy panting. I wiggle in his arms, signaling for Leo to put me down. He gives me one more kiss, then sets me on my feet.

“We’ll finish this when we get back to the cabin,” Leo mutters against my ear, nipping at the lobe before he pulls away.

Yes the fuck we will.

We go back to packing my clothes. Sam and Beth pop into the room, Beth giving me a long hug and staring open-mouthed at Leo before she goes to stand beside Sam. I get the sentiment. Leo is hot as fuck. But she only has eyes for Sam.

Beth and Sam look good together, both with a rich tan, brown hair and brown eyes. Where he’s over six foot, Beth is closer to my height with a cute, curvy body.

Sam begrudgingly shakes his hand, and Leo apologizes again, though I can tell he doesn’t mean it. It’s like the rose-colored glasses have been stripped from my eyes when it comes to Leo, and I can read his expressions clear as day.

Sam doesn’t know that, so he accepts his apology, inquiring about the self-defense training he has. Leo smiles at him, and though it reaches his eyes, it’s an empty gesture. “I can show you some time, when Ty and I come back from our week away, though I’m not an expert.”

“My throat begs to differ,” Sam jokes, rubbing at where he was hurt.

Beth slaps his arm. “Well, don’t sneak up on someone that has training, and your throat will be fine.”

I shoulder my bag so we can leave, but Leo takes it from me. How can a psychopath be such a perfect gentleman?

“Time for us to go. I’ll text you.” I give both Sam and Beth a hug, then lead Leo out of the door, back to his sanctuary in the woods so we can plan a murder.

CHAPTER 9

LEO

We don’t get started looking for Michael right away. After talking, giving each other orgasms, and driving back and forth to the city, we were both too exhausted to do anything when we arrive back at the cabin. Instead, I made us some dinner, and we sat around and watched television. Ty gave me more information about Michael Kerry—his age, appearance the last time he saw him, and what prison he was housed in. That’ll make it easier for me to start a search.

June is good at hacking and taught me a few things so I’d stop calling him and Blu in the middle of the night when I took a contract. That knowledge is coming in handy, since I don’t want anyone to help me with this. Ty asked me to avenge his friend and I want to do it on my own for him. This is our thing, and I’d rather not have other eyes on it. Having his trust to do this for him means more than I thought it would.

When Ty yawns one too many times while lounging on the couch, I tuck him into bed. He rolls his eyes when I undress him and help him into his pajamas, but he doesn’t stop me.

Before I can leave to rest on the couch—the cabin only has one bedroom, and we didn’t discuss sleeping arrangements—Ty grabs my hand and pulls me down. “You can sleep in here with me.”

“You sure?”

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