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I groan, hoping he realizes that’s a resounding fuck yes. Ty takes it for the answer it is and grunts loudly, his hot cum coating my tongue. I can’t swallow it all, some of his release leaking from the corners of my mouth, but I try my best.

Ty collapses in the chair, breathing heavily. When his dick drops from my mouth, I lean up and slant my lips over his, feeding him some of his release. Ty moans, his tongue greedily gliding around my mouth. He sucks my tongue, taking the last of his taste from me.

When I release his lips, Ty sighs, looking up at me with a sated expression. “That was … you sure you’ve never done that before?”

Chuckling, I grip the front of his shirt and kiss him one more time. “I’m sure. Is that you telling me I did a good job?”

“Fucking excellent job.” His smile is fucking gorgeous, lighting up his entire face.

When I’m standing, I hold my hand out and pull him out of the chair when he grasps it. “Let me get you cleaned up, and we can talk about this Kerry motherfucker.”

“Can I go home? Or do I have to stay here?” He doesn’t look afraid or like he’s trying to placate me with an orgasm. His eyes are clear and set, like he’s ready to take care of the man that raped his friend.

“You can go home.”

He stands on tiptoe and gives me a kiss. “I want to get some clothes. Then we can come back here. It’ll be easier if we work together where no one can overhear us. I have a lot of vacation days saved up. We can kill Michael while I use some of them.”

Ty is serious about this kill. I can’t wait for him to see me in action.

CHAPTER 8

TYSHAWN

We don’t say much on the drive to my apartment. Leo gives me my phone back, and I spend some of the time returning calls and texts. Sam sent me about ten messages throughout the night and this morning, getting more and more desperate with each one. Instead of texting him back, I call him.

“Ty! What the fuck man? I know you don’t have to report to me, but it would be nice to get a heads-up you’ll be out all night. I was fucking worried. I thought you went to Fairmont alone and got kidnapped.”

Close, but not quite. “Sorry,” I mutter. “I was with Leo. We, uh … he took me on a date,” I lie. “We’re on the way back now.”

“I’m glad you’re safe.”

“I am. Listen, I’m going to be staying with Leo for a week or so. I just…” I look over at Leo, watching a smirk play across his lips as he listens to my end of the conversation. “We’re having a great time, and I don’t want our date to end.” I decide to lay it on thick for Sam so he won’t ask questions. “He’s perfect, Sam.”

I’m not exaggerating that part though. Leo is perfect. Before I found out he was a contract killer, I thought he would be someone I’d be with for a long time. Hell, I’m not sure him being a contract killer fully erases that. I can’t change who he is, but like June said, I can maybe channel it to those that need death to absolve them of their sins.

Just as I thought, Sam takes what I said, hook, line and sinker. “Sounds like things are getting real. Has he, ya know, been violent?”

“Not at all,” I say. He hasn’t been violent to me. I’m choosing to use that as the distinction for the question he asked. “He’s been really sweet. We’ve talked and gotten to know each other.”

“And if I know you, his dick ended up down your throat.”

A bark of laughter bursts from me. That’s what I love about Sam. As my best friend, he’s had to listen to my sexcapades, and he’s never been weird about it. He does the same with me, and it’s only been weird with Beth, since I’ve grown to love her like a sister.

“Yeah, well, what can I say?” My laughter trails off. “Seriously though, Sam. He’s really something.”

Leo threads his fingers through mine, and I look at him with a smile. He winks at me, and butterflies flap around in my belly. Why does a wink make me feel this way?

Thinking about Leo’s dick has my own stirring in my pants. He was thick and long, stretching my jaws to the max. Thinking about his strong hand on the back of my head, guiding me as I gagged around him sends a shiver up my spine. I don’t miss Leo’s smug smirk as he looks over at me, his eyes glancing down to my crotch. My dick is tenting the loose sweat pants he loaned me.

“Be careful, Ty. You don’t know if he’s dangerous.” Sam says, bringing me a back to our conversation. My dick flags when I think about what I walked in on last night and just how dangerous Leo is. All that blood and the body parts on the table.

I shake that thought away. I’m going with him to kill Michael Kerry. I need to get used to the idea of seeing blood. Because I want Michael to go out painfully, relieved of a few body parts.

Sam continues speaking. “I know you’re tough, but I want you to keep your eyes open.”

“I’m not worried about Leo hurting me, Sam. I trust him.”

“Good. I want you to be happy, Ty. You’re more than my roommate. You’re my best friend.” He chuckles softly. “Beth wants the same thing. She keeps telling me to set you up with her filthy coworker, but I don’t think he’s your type.”

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