Page 17 of Demented

Chapter Ten

Cards moved in Lazarus’direction. He checked the numbers before eyeing the faces surrounding him. Noir played the part of a bored elitist, eyeing his cards with little concern. It meant nothing to him to lose money in a casino. Lazarus’ gaze dropped to the wedding band on Noir’s left hand. He smirked. Noir had been his husband for less than two months, but the pride never dimmed. Noir was his greatest possession. Lazarus tore his eyes away from his sexy husband and focused on Heath. Heath was a recent addition to his life. He hadn’t cared to meet the guy, but Noir had insisted. Noir had been right. Lazarus genuinely liked the guy. He was caustic and funny. It helped that meeting him had cleared up any doubts in Lazarus’ mind. Heath wasn’t interested in Noir beyond friendship. Heath didn’t seem interested in anything. That was why Lazarus couldn’t look away.

Heath glared at a youngish guy at a nearby table. The blond was all flirtatious smiles and touchy hands. He hung on the arm of a man twice his age. Lazarus’ first thought was a gold digger, but the man didn’t look poor. He fit the crowd.

“Does he owe you money or did he fuck your dog?” Lazarus heard Noir snort at the question. A smile stretched Lazarus’ lips. They shared a glance, savoring the memory of their meeting. His gaze returned to Heath.

Heath switched his glare to his cards. “I have no idea what you mean.”

Lazarus eyed the man across the room. “Okay, then. Who is he, anyhow?”

“No clue.” Heath sounded bored, but his expression said otherwise.

Lazarus looked Noir’s way with raised eyebrows.

Noir flashed a sweet smile. Lazarus melted inside. He knew no one else saw this side of Noir. Lazarus almost forgot their topic until Noir answered. “Court Langley. He’s a well-known escort. Men get into bidding wars to have him.”

Lazarus studied Court. He was beautiful, but so were a lot of people. “Why?”

Heath snorted, proving he harbored more hatred than he wanted them to know.

Noir tapped the table, asking for more cards before responding. “A few reasons, I suppose. He comes from good stock and he’s—supposedly—quite well trained in sexual relations.”

Lazarus felt the way his eyebrows tried to crawl into his hairline. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“He’s a talented whore,” Heath said, sounding dry.

“I figured out that much for myself. I meant the good stock thing.”

Noir made a dismissive motion. “His father isthedentist to the stars. All those pearly white veneers come from somewhere. Everyone goes to him. Therefore, Court is considered one of us.”

Lazarus fought an eye roll. Since meeting Noir, Lazarus had been introduced to some of the vainest people he had ever seen. Everyone competed to be the most beautiful. Meanwhile, all they accomplished was to look exactly alike. The “one of us” comment also sounded a little too cultlike for Lazarus’ comfort.

Noir chuckled. “I swear I can hear your thoughts. Not everyone naturally has your sexy body or the confidence to be unique like you.” His gaze swept down Lazarus’ body. “Not just anyone can pull off those tattoos.”

The heat in Noir’s stare had Lazarus dropping from the game.

Noir immediately did the same.

Heath groaned. “Newlyweds are so tiresome.”

Lazarus barely heard the words. He was already on his feet. Noir was on his heels. They didn’t speak or look each other’s way. Lazarus veered into the first single stall restroom. Noir didn’t hesitate to join him and lock the door behind him. Lazarus fell on him the second they were alone. As his mouth covered Noir’s, his hand went straight for the prize. He massaged Noir’s cock through his jeans. Lazarus had no qualms about hitting his knees in a public bathroom.

A sexy, needy sound filled the air as Lazarus kissed his way down Noir’s body while setting his erection free. Fuck. He never tired of this. From that first night of fucking Noir against the door, Lazarus had been addicted. Any place. Any time. There was no such thing as too much of Noir.

He licked Noir’s dick from root to tip before swallowing him. He wasn’t sweet or slow. Lazarus devoured Noir. He licked and sucked. Lazarus worshipped. Noir fought the noises leaving him, visibly trying to be quiet. Lazarus didn’t want that. He needed Noir to tell the world no one could please him the way Lazarus did.

Noir cupped the back of Lazarus’ head and rode his tongue. “Fuck, Lazarus. That’s so good.” He babbled something in his native tongue. Lazarus still didn’t speak Servenian. Heunderstood certain phrases, though. Noir begged for more. Lazarus wouldn’t let him down. For the rest of their lives, Lazarus would always give him more. Nothing else mattered anymore.

Noir never understood what happened between them. It was always this way. One second, they would be doing the most innocuous thing. The next, his dick would be in Lazarus’ mouth. No one knew how Noir had begged the universe for him. No way could he have seen Lazarus as the man who would steal his soul. He was so much better than anything Noir could dream.

His mind blanked as his balls drew up tight. Noir couldn’t do anything but moan as Lazarus took him to the stars. A loud gasp tore from him as an orgasm stole his ability to make a single sound. All he could do was feel. So much love and elation poured through him. Pleasure rocked his soul. His body practically vibrated with ecstasy. He still shook when Lazarus’ mouth covered his again. The taste of his cum waited for him. Noir searched for every drop.

“Goddamn. I love you. That was so fucking hot.”

Those should have been Noir’s words, but his brain still didn’t work properly. “Same.” It was all he could croak out. Noir reached for the button on Lazarus’ jeans.

Lazarus covered his hand. “This was about you. I’ll take mine when we get home.”

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