Page 38 of The Question of Us
A few mouthfuls later, we started in on what we’d learned. Gazza’s expression became more concerned the longer we talked. By the time we finished, he was wide-eyed with disbelief.
“What the hell did he mean about setting him up with a friend? Is that... surely it doesn’t mean... shit.” Gazza palmed his forehead. “We have to do something. We can’t just walk away from this arsehole.”
“We’re all agreed on that,” I assured him. “But our choices are kind of limited. Lee has seen both of us now. It’s not going to be easy getting near him again now he knows what we want, and I won’t put him in danger by going to the house, not after what we’ve learned.”
Gazza frowned. “So, what then?”
I shared a look with Mads. “Well, Mads and I were thinking our best shot might be this bloodstock sale that’s on tomorrow. Todd said it has a big community side, with food trucks and rides, which means no one should look twice at us hanging around. If we spot Lee alone at any point, we could try again. Slip him the phone if he’ll take it. Tell him we’d like to work with him in whatever he comes up with to get himself and his brother safe. We have to try, at least.”
Gazza rolled his beer bottle around on its base, his brow furrowed. “What about the party?” He looked up. “Maybe I could sneak in as part of the catering team or something.”
“Absolutely not,” I snapped. “That’s far too dangerous. Samuel would kill us. Well, me, anyway.”
Gazza eyed me coolly. “I didn’t think you cared what Samuel thought.”
I eyeballed him. “I care aboutyou.”
Gazza’s eyes widened in surprise at the admission, and a tiny crease formed between his brows. He looked about to say something but thankfully didn’t.
Mads broke the silence, “The bloodstock sale is our first choice and best bet. If that doesn’t work, then we’ll think again. Plus, we still need to scope out the house. I say we call it a night. It’s been a big couple of days and my brain is fried.” He stood and wandered across to Gazza, bending down to place a kiss on the man’s forehead. “Thanks for coming with us. It means a lot.”
The affectionate gesture clearly surprised Gazza, who failed to hide a pleased smile. His cheeks darkened and he returned a flustered, “You’re welcome.”
I caught his eye and shot him a grin. “Would you like one from me too?”
He scowled and flipped me off. “In your dreams, arsehole. I still haven’t forgiven you.” But he was smiling when he left the room and closed the interconnecting door between us.
Mads followed and flipped the lock. Then his eyes found mine and he stalked back across the room. I stood and opened my arms and he walked right into them.
“How are you feeling?” I breathed in the scent of his shampoo.
His face pressed into the side of my neck, his breath hot on my skin. “Tired but okay. Worried about Lee and his brother. I can’t help picturing what could be going on in that house. Those bruises, Nick. The threat to his brother. Jesus. What have we walked into?”
My hands smoothed up and down Mads’ spine. “I know, although we should’ve guessed. They didn’t shy away from kidnapping and murder, after all.” I leaned back to look at him, my fingers untangling the wig-mussed hair on his head. He looked in one word... shattered. “How about you get yourself into bed and find a movie for us to watch while I clean up and organise some snacks.”
He cocked his head, a slow, sexy smile spreading over his face. “That’s the best you can offer in the way of entertainment. A movie and some snacks?”
I ran my knuckles down the side of his face. “I’m sure I could do better with the right incentive.”
Mads turned and pressed a kiss to the back of my hand. “If memory serves me right, I recall some comment about sharing abath?” He loosely cupped my dick, and I couldn’t stop the groan that fell from my lips or the answering thrust of my hips.
He grinned. “Is that ayes?”
His sultry expression sent a bolt of lust to my balls. We’d done nothing but kiss and engage in some light making out since his shower theatrics the previous week, almost like we’d been waiting for this trip. Or maybe Mads had just been waiting for me.
Between finishing up our work so we could leave, packing, the lessons in hair and makeup, and all the tiptoeing around the wholeactualsex question, we’d fallen into bed exhausted and happy simply to snuggle. No pressure. No expectation. No... sex.
Which was totally down to me. I was sleeping with one of the sexiest men I’d ever known and I’d never so much as held his dick yet. Seen it, yes. Watched him come, yes. Touched it, no.Guinness Book of World Recordsmaterial, right there.
And I was pretty much over it.
Reading my mind again, Mads went up on his toes to kiss me. “It’s your call. No pressure.”
I cupped his face and held him in place, deepening the kiss and licking my way into his mouth. He whimpered needily, his arms sliding around my waist, pulling me close, until I was consumed by everything Madigan Church.
And just like that, I knew. Every worry and doubt that had been circling my brain for months, along with every fear about screwing this up—they all drifted away, leaving nothing but the taste of Mads on my tongue, the feel of his hard lines and soft curves against my body, his silky grey hair trailing through my fingers.
He moved against me, the hard ridge of his thickening cock pressed alongside my own. My heart thundered in my ears, thebeat of it tangling with his, the crush of his lips on mine, the heady scent of his arousal.
