Page 30 of Bleed for You
“When you were basking in post-coital bliss.” Jinx’s hand swept over his back, stopping at his ass. “I want you again.”
Craig lifted his head and stared into Jinx’s hazel eyes, seeing the lust in them. “So soon?”
“You know what I’m like. I recover quickly, especially with you. Your body is amazing.”
“Yours isn’t bad either.” Craig ran a finger around Jinx’s nipple, watched the nub harden in response. He sat up, thenstraddled Jinx’s hips. “Condom.” He held his hand out and Jinx grinned as he passed him one. Craig dealt with the wrapper then rolled it down Jinx’s dick, stroking it a few times, smiling when Jinx’s hips lifted. Holding it up, he got into position, felt the head on his asshole, then slowly lowered, biting his lip as Jinx’s cock stretched him wide, sliding in deep.
He sat on Jinx, feeling so full, he caught his breath. Jinx’s hands squeezed his thighs, and he looked down at him and smiled as he lifted. “You’re gorgeous,” Jinx murmured, his eyes on Craig’s face. Jinx pulled him down and they kissed as Craig moved, slow and steady at first, before Jinx rolled them over and took over. It wasn’t long before Craig came again, his body holding onto Jinx as he shuddered above him. They lay quietly for a few minutes before Jinx slipped free, then pulled Craig up off the bed. “Shower, then I’ll take care of my boy.”
Craig smiled as Jinx washed him, then followed him into his room. Jinx dried him, then dressed him in Dalton’s favorite pj’s. Once Jinx had dressed, they went downstairs and his daddy put some toys on the floor for Dalton to play with, along with his favorite cartoons on the TV. His sippy cup appeared and Dalton took it, taking a drink. Milk and then a plate with some cookies were put on the floor next to him. Jinx sat down and played with him and the Lego, making houses and walls so Dalton could drive his cars around them.
“You’re doing great, Dalton.” Jinx kissed his forehead, moved some of his hair that had slipped over his face. “Do you want to build a bigger wall?”
“Please, Daddy.” Dalton smiled when Jinx kissed his cheek and together, they built a taller wall that Dalton knocked down, laughed at the look on his daddy’s face. “Again!”
“So you can knock it down?”
Dalton nodded quickly, earning him a small chuckle from his Daddy. “Let’s make it bigger than before.”
They spent the next twenty minutes building walls that Dalton would knock down before he curled up next to his daddy and watched some cartoons as he sucked his thumb. A blanket covered him, and he smiled, then squealed when his Daddy tickled him. “Daddy!” Laughing, he rolled around, trying to dodge his Daddy’s fingers until he had to stop so he could breathe. When he’d taken several breaths, his Daddy would tickle him again, making him laugh so hard he cried.
Later, Dalton lay in his bed, the night light on in the corner, the covers snuggled under his chin. He yawned then smiled when his Daddy kissed his head. “Love you, my boy.”
“Love you too, Daddy.”
“Come to me when you’re ready.” Dalton knew that meant when he was ready to be Craig again. Sometimes he spent the night in his own bed, and others he changed and went to Jinx. He wasn’t sure how the night would go. He wasn’t ready to be Craig yet, so he rolled onto his side and curled up, closing his eyes. He felt another soft kiss, and he sighed, listening to the sounds of the house. The doors being locked, the lights being switched off, the steps on the stairs.
When soft fingers stroked over his cheek, he opened his eyes and smiled. “Love you, Daddy,” he murmured. Yawning again, he added, “Tired.”
“Then sleep, my boy. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Dalton did, closing his eyes and letting sleep pull him away. They could talk tomorrow, but right then, everything in his world was perfect.
Chapter Nineteen
Jinx watched Craig sleep even though he was Dalton right then, and slowly closed his eyes. The number of missed calls and messages had told him he’d been gone longer than he’d anticipated. He’d been able to smooth things over with work. Two other staff members had been ill with the flu, so it was an easy enough excuse to use, especially as the boss had been ill with it as well. Work didn’t bother him. Craig did. He knew he’d hurt him. Knew how much Craig loved him and wanted to spend more time together, but Jinx kept the distance. How did he explain to him what he did? How he hunted those who hurt others, tortured and killed them? How he enjoyed it.
No, it was better this way. He could keep their relationship as it was and do what he needed to do because he needed to track them, needed to torture them. Needed to hurt them. The sound of their screams filled him with joy, a sense of power that he relished. Knowing he was the one to make them beg and plead,make them cry, make them bleed. Perfection in action. The red spreading out, leaving a pretty pattern of death.
Walking away, Jinx went into his own room and stood in the center. He clenched his hand into a fist, his mind drifting back to Rafe. Rafe who felt certain he would never be caught, but he had been, and Jinx had made him pay for the crimes he’d committed. And had enjoyed it, too. He grinned as he remembered wriggling Rafe’s lip in front of him, chuckled at the sound the saw had made when it got stuck on Rafe’s bone. Sighing softly, he relaxed his hands and stared at the wall in front of him.
“Craig.” He whispered his name, then dropped his head. “Craig.” Said softer this time. The power he had over Jinx should concern him, but in a way, he needed it, craved it. It stopped Jinx from diving off the deep end and becoming the monster he knew he could be. Would be if he let it take over. He knew he wasn’t functioning on all cylinders, knew he had a well of darkness inside of him and he accepted it. It was part of who he was. Part of what made him survive the abusive hell his childhood had been.
It didn’t matter now. He’d learned to control it, and with Craig by his side, he could live a semi-normal life. He loved and was loved in return, but he knew without a shadow of doubt Craig would walk away from him if he knew the truth about Jinx and what he did. Walk away and not look back except in the courtroom, because Craig was too honest to hide what Jinx did.
Jinx should have walked away from Craig when he began to realize how deep his feelings for the other man were becoming, but he was selfish. He wanted Craig, wanted his love, wanted someone to care for him. Craig did that…
“Jinx?”
Jinx turned to find a naked Craig walking over to him. He held his arms out and Craig walked into them, and he held him close,kissing his neck as Jinx breathed Craig deep into his lungs. “Did you sleep well?”
“I thought I would wake and come in during the night, but I slept straight through.”
“I guess you needed it.” Lifting his head, Jinx kissed Craig’s lips. “Sorry.”
“You were ill.” Craig smiled, but it quickly disappeared. “At least you’ve recovered. How was work?”
“Not impressed, but the boss has been ill with it, so he understood. I have a full week, though.”
“To keep you busy.” Craig pulled away and Jinx couldn’t help but watch him walk, his ass something Jinx could spend the rest of his life admiring. High and tight and perfect. Biteable too, as Jinx knew, because he spent far too much time doing exactly that. Craig opened the closet and pulled out a dark blue suit and white shirt, then grabbed some boxer briefs from the drawer. He dressed, hiding a body Jinx knew like his own. “Are you hungry?”
