Page 91 of Breathe
The whole ranch released a collective sigh of relief knowing the madman was gone.
“So that’s it,” Winter said. “Only one last monster to kill.”
“Yeah, if we can find him,” Rip agreed.
Fierce shook his head. “Don’t forget, Titus was one of three. Tanis is dead, and we have no idea what Tatum is up to.”
“True, but the next order of business is to find Titus,” Real said and took his empty coffee mug to the sink.
They had all gathered in his and Azrael’s cabin because it was one of the bigger ones on the ranch, and YA frequently hung out there because it was where Azrael spent most of his time.
Right now, Azrael was curled up on the long sectional that sat against one wall in the living room. Along with Azrael were Boston, Rebel, Beck, and Freedom.
Two of the boys held gaming paddles, and the others were giving rolling commentary on the latest MMO online game.
Real smirked. While he and Genesis tried to figure out a way to bring in the rest of the nut cases, YA was having fun.
He was glad. He was pleased that Azrael had friends, but more than that, he was happy that the younger generation had the ability to let shit go. He wished he could be like that—play a game and forget, but it wasn’t in his DNA.
A little while later, Stone arrived back at the ranch, and the man was welcomed into the cabin with cheers.
Dave, walking inside with Stone, looked like he’d aged over the past few days.
“Why don’t we take this to the great room?” Rip said. “And let these two have their privacy.”
Real said nothing because he thought that was a fine idea. The great room in the ranch’s main house was designed for a large group gathering. And while his cabin was on the larger side, he didn’t want to spend the evening with his brothers.
Not with Azrael only a few feet away.
Across the room, Azrael suddenly lifted his head and caught his gaze. The younger man’s head tilted, and the long, silky dark hair slid over one sleek shoulder, making Real’s gut tighten.
Real gave a slow smile and a slight tilt of his head toward the hallway.
The men of Genesis and YA started to file out of the house.
Azrael laid his gaming paddle down and slid off the couch cushions.
Stretching, Azrael padded to the hallway and disappeared toward their bedroom.
After locking the front door, Real placed his mug aside and followed.
It was sometime during the next morning when Real stretched awake. He found Azrael lying on his stomach beside him, chin propped on crossed arms, and those dark eyes locked on him.
“What? Was I snoring?”
Azrael grinned. “Nope.”
Real rolled to his side, pillowing his cheek on one hand. He brushed the hair from Azrael’s cheek and positioned it back over one sleek shoulder.
Azrael had surprised him in bed that first time, and he kept surprising him every time. Instead of taking things slow, Azraelwas a very demanding lover. He insisted on being the bottom in this relationship, but what Azrael didn’t know was that he ruled their house.
It was funny that he was so taken with the younger man. Every major decision Real had made since they’d become lovers was passed by Azrael.
He naturally wanted the young assassin’s opinion because they were together.
And he would be the man that Azrael wanted. Normally, he didn’t let anyone have that much power over him, but with Azrael, it was different.
“I wish we could go back to December,” Azrael murmured softly, breaking into his musings.
