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“So fucking beautiful.” The lust in Henry’s expression said he believed those words. He truly felt that way. Field fought the urge to joke about his eyesight.
Instead, a different humor popped out in his discomfort. “Tit for tat. Show me that luscious body, stud.”
Henry chuckled as he peeled off his shirt. “I swear no one makes me feel the way you do.”
“Damn. I hope not. We’re getting married.”
Henry went to work, sliding Field’s workout shorts and underwear down his hips. “You’ll never have anything to worry about. I’m addicted to you.”
That was it. That was the description Field could never find. He was completely addicted to this feeling when they were together. Field craved this happiness and normalcy all hours of the day. He ached for the love and acceptance. Henry didn’t have anything to worry about either. Field was hooked.
Henry had them undressed in no time. He forced his mind to be still. Field had stopped trying to keep up with staying even a long time ago. That was when he had known he was in love. He forgot to pay attention to being in Henry’s debt. That was a level oftrust he had never given a soul, and it had happened when Field wasn’t looking. He couldn’t lose this.
Henry massaged Field’s cock, soaking him from root to tip with lube. When he sat on Field’s dick, Field’s breath stuttered. Everything felt good. He didn’t beg for pain or want it. This was where the real him lived. There was so much freedom in Henry’s arms.
Field lifted his hips and stroked Henry’s erection. He stayed fully in the moment. Only happy and heated thoughts lived there. Henry’s dark, intense expression, as he held Field’s stare and bounced on his cock, had Field fighting not to come and disappoint Henry. It felt too good inside Henry. The experience was too powerful. He worked harder to get Henry off before he lost control. Field wanted to grab Henry’s hips, hold him in place, and pound his ass, taking what he wanted. Love made him need to please Henry first.
“You’re killing me. I need to come so bad.”
Henry tilted his chin up and visibly strained toward the edge at Field’s claim. The vision was almost too much. His orgasm was right there. Back when he had been teasing Henry, Field never dreamed Henry would be the type to give him this control. He was certain Henry would kill anyone who thought they’d get inside him. Yet Henry always rode his dick like he couldn’t get enough. Field choked on his emotions at the thought of how much Henry gave him. Then Henry came, blowing cum all over him, and all Field could do was gasp for air. The way Henry’s body tried breaking him had Field going blind. He couldn’t see or hear. All that existed was pure ecstasy. He didn’t thinkhe even made a sound. Everything he had was caught in the paralysis of his powerful orgasm. The way his dick felt, pumping Henry full of cum, was all that existed. In his bliss, he was free.
Henry’s tongue was in his mouth and reality came back to him. He couldn’t get enough of their kisses. Love poured through every moment. They were alone in the world of beauty they had created. He would die for this. Kill for it. He would choose Henry every time and they would get married. Maybe one day he’d wake up and this was all he would feel. That dream kept him breathing. Henry was the reason he lived.
Chapter Eight
SinceField’sepisodelastnight, Shadow hadn’t stopped pacing the hall each time Field slept. He knew this pattern. Field desperately needed out of this life, but Shadow had never seen a path to freedom for him. He had to stay awake at least one more night. He could sleep during the day. When that first telltale shout rent the air, Shadow was almost relieved. He had known there was no avoiding another break. The waiting had been killing him.
Shadow didn’t hesitate to burst into the room. He didn’t know why, but he had forgotten about Henry. Not that it mattered. The scene was the same. Field fought to tear apart the ghosts inside his mind. Just as all the giants in their family had once done, Henry had him locked in his arms from behind, stopping him from tearing down the room or hurting anyone, especially himself. The shouts didn’t make sense. They were just animalistic rage. A fury-filled frenzy.
Henry spoke too quietly for Shadow to hear over the screams. He couldn’t imagine Field heard a word of it either. Henry wasn’t getting through. Field was trapped. Henry didn’t give up. He looked patient as hell, but Shadow knew he didn’t understand. This approach wouldn’t work once it hit this point.
“I’ll call Zeus.”
The murderous look that turned his way nearly made Shadow take a step back. “I’ve got this.”
Shadow understood Henry’s position, but he didn’t know Field the way Shadow did. He hadn’t been around that long. Desperation had Shadow trying to explain. Zeus had to come. “You don’t understand. Field is a full graduate. He’s one hundred percent still programmed. Zeus is a master de-programmer. You can’t fix this. This isn’t some night terror. He’s basically stuck with his buttons set to kill everyone. He needs Zeus.”
“Stay the fuck out of it, Shadow. I’ve got this.” Henry’s roared words might have cowed Shadow if Shadow was a lesser man. But Henry didn’t truly know how much deadlier Shadow was than him. He would do what was best. Shadow pushed his way through the crowd he hadn’t realized had gathered behind him. He ran to the bedroom and grabbed his phone. In seconds, his text was sent to Zeus. He spotted Clay on his way back to check on Field. “Hey. I called in help again. Can you escort him inside?”
With a sharp nod, Clay was down the steps. Shadow twisted his phone between his hands and shifted from foot to foot. With the screams echoing from the walls, it felt like it took forever for Zeus to arrive. When the huge blond came into view, Shadow nearly dropped to the floor in relief. His hair was disheveled and there was no shirt beneath his leather jacket. He looked exactly like Shadow had pulled him from the arms of another man. Shadow leaned against the wall for support. He didn’t watch Zeus as he disappeared inside Field’s bedroom. People scattered at Zeus’ arrival. Shadow couldn’t see or hear a thing. Had there been a hickey on Zeus’ chest? Probably. It wasn’t like Shadow didn’t know anything about Zeus’ lifestyle. He was this huge, sexy force of nature that looked as if he had been sent straight from the gods. His name fit him as the god he was. Zeus was a living, breathing aphrodisiac, and he knew it. He knew every eye was always on him. Zeus never doubted he could have anyone. God. Shadow swore he could smell him. Just candy and lust. Heartbreak.
The way the screams were suddenly muffled pulled Shadow from his downhill spiral. Zeus was there and Shadow was frozen. They were inches apart, and that smell paralyzed him. The fact that the shouting hadn’t stopped but was merely less due to the door being shut, finally cut through the spell.
“What’s going on?”
Zeus looked unbothered by the fact that Field obviously hadn’t snapped out of it yet. His light gray eyes were like a predator’s as they stared down at Shadow. “He’s in good hands. Let his man handle this.”
Frustration had him ready to punch someone. “Are you joking? You’re just going to leave him like this?”
Zeus took his hand and squeezed it. “Don’t worry about my fee, okay? He has a good man. It’s time to let him handle Field. That’s what’s best for Field. If he has any shot at a normal life, his man needs to be able to deal with these situations. It’s not right for me to interfere. Finding happiness will do way more for him than I ever can. If my presence endangers that, then I need to go.” His gaze slid down Shadow’s body. “Unless you need me to stay, beautiful.”
Shadow’s gaze dropped to the hickey on Zeus’ chest. The rock in his stomach got heavier. The lump in his throat grew. A seed of hatred took root. Without looking away from that awful mark and allowing himself to weaken, Shadow pulled his hand away. “I don’t need anyone.” Without looking back, he headed for the safety of his bedroom. The sound of the door snapping closed between them nearly broke his mind. It didn’t matter if he had always known the score. Shadow’s heart was too fragile. He had lost Field. Field had found love and didn’t need him anymore. Seeing Zeus’s games tonight was too much. He might do anything.
The bedroom door opened and six foot six of blond god in biker boots stormed the room. In a flash, Shadow found himself on his knees with his wrists above his head.
“Tell me again you don’t need me.” His hard voice had Shadow panting for breath. Shadow’s body knew that tone. It betrayed him in every way.
“I don’t need you.” The quiver in his voice called him a liar.
