Page 138 of The Wild Charge

He couldn’t resist trailing the thumb of the hand in Reese’s hair down the back of his neck, and was rewarding with a little shiver. Tenny sucked in a breath and released Reese’s wrist; he moved, but only to brace his palm on the carpet. Hand free, Tenny pushed up the back of Reese’s hoodie and touched bare, smooth skin; up the groove of his spine, across strong, twitching shoulders.

“Tenny,” Reese breathed, and this time, when he tried to lift his hips, Tenny pulled his knee off his back and let him. He was rewarded with a sinuous flex of exposed back, and hips lifting Reese’s ass straight up against his hard-on.

He couldn’t help but grind against him, dropping his forehead to the bare skin of his back with a groan. A quick reach proved that Reese was hard behind his fly, too, and he grunted out the sweetest little noise when Tenny squeezed the bulge there.

Tenny flipped him over and he went easy, sprawled back across the carpet, legs falling open so Tenny could kneel between them. His face was flushed from the fight, gaze half-lidded with want.

Tenny pushed his hoodie all the way up so he could stroke his stomach and tease over his nipples; could watch the muscles shiver and dance beneath his touch. Reese’s hips twitching upward as he sought more.

Tenny rested his palm over the quick thump-thump of Reese’s heart. “You…you said you love me.”

“I do.” The answer was immediate, and honest in the way of everything Reese said. Accompanied by the attention of blue eyes that had, despite what anyone else thought, become impossibly warm in the past months.

When Tenny attacked him again, it was mouth to mouth. Harsh, desperate kisses. Reese opened to him right away, mouth wet and eager. He gripped at Tenny’s waist, and lifted his hips when Tenny ground against him. As keyed up as they were, the touch was electrifying, even through their clothes.

Tenny pulled back just far enough – Reese’s lips chasing his – to reach down and fumble open his fly one-handed. Reese’s was more difficult, and he cursed when he heard threads snap. But he managed, and then he pulled both their cocks out and took them together in his fist. He kissed Reese again, wet and messy, tongue fucking deep into his willing mouth, and jacked them roughly, the way soon slicked with pre.

Reese rutted up into his palm, bit at his lip, and Tenny couldn’t last. He came with a breathed out “fuck,” and stroked his come over Reese’s cock until he spilled too, all over their stomachs and clothes. He kept touching until Reese shuddered and hummed with oversensitivity, then he braced both hands on the carpet and pushed up far enough so he could see Reese’s face.

He was pleasure-drunk, pink-cheeked and glassy-eyed and lovely. Dirty hand on the carpet – ugh, that was unpleasant – he reached with his clean hand to smooth sweat-damp blond hair back. His fingers trembled, his whole body did, partly from the sudden, strong orgasm…but mostly from the fight. From the adrenaline comedown. And from the stomach-clenching guilt over the things he’d said.

“You shouldn’t, you know,” he murmured, tracing a pale eyebrow with his thumb. “I’m not worth it.”

Reese wound his fingers in his hair and pulled him down for another kiss, this one soft and slow; Tenny melted into it. A kiss that said,yes, you are, and which Tenny didn’t deserve.

~*~

In his search for Eden, Fox passed a closed suite door in time to hear something ceramic shatter, followed by curses, grunts, and the sounds of bodies colliding. He paused, wondering if Abacus had somehow slipped a hitman past their defenses – and then heard Tenny’s unmistakeable voice say “fuck you.”

Ugh. Children. He didn’t care if they were fighting or fucking, and continued on.

It was Eden who ended up finding him. A door opened, and she poked her head into the hall. “There you are.”

“Here I am.” He followed her into a thankfully empty room and plopped unceremoniously down onto the bed beside her open suitcase.

She looked far too awake, braiding and unbraiding her fingers in front of her. “What did he say?”

“Nothing to be that excited about.” He rubbed at his eyes with thumb and forefinger, craving yet another cigarette. The ones he’d smoked so far had left his throat sore.

When he dropped his hand, Eden was frowning at him. “I’m not excited, I’m–”

He waved her to silence. “Just…Eden, just stop. I can’t deal with this right now.”

The frown deepened. “With what?”

“With…” He gestured vaguely toward her, knowing it was a mistake, but lacking the eloquence for a dismissal that would reassure her.

“Oh.” Her voice was tight. “Fine.” She went to sit across the room in the chair by the window. “He have any useful information?” She aimed at casual, but Fox knew better.

“He has some contacts connected to their financials, he claims. And he’s supposedly been to the island resort they use as a playground.”

“Ugh. And I didn’t think he could get more revolting.”

“Not to play, he said, but on an op.” He had no idea if he believed him on that front, though, to his credit, he’d never had trouble pulling women; ten children were proof of that. For all his faults, Devin had never been the sort of man to buy women, especially not those being passed around as property.

It wasn’t the mention of the island, or anything else business-related that was bothering him now, lying like a lead blanket across his shoulders. It was what Devin had said to him as he was leaving the room.

“I almost forgot,” he said, joining Fox at the threshold. “Congratulations are in order.” He smiled, eyes crinkling at the edges, dried blood cracking along his upper lip. “Your first bundle of joy.”

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