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This was good. They needed to talk about Henry and Mickey. This wasn’t about him any longer. “I’m pretty sure he saw himself as straight too.”
“That’s not it, though.” Henry sounded incredibly sad. “I think I just love him like a son and I’m so fucked up that I can’t tell the difference. When I chose a life of violence, I lost something. I don’t know what that something is, but I know when I do this.” He leaned forward and kissed the crown of Field’s erection. “I feel different than I ever have, and I like it.” He dragged his tongue down Field’s dick while holding Field’s stare. Henry looked like the devil. “And you will comply.”
Field’s hips left the bed as Henry swallowed him. A strangled cry tore from his throat.
Henry pulled away just as quickly. “The thing is.” He rolled a condom down Field’s length. “You’re the one who makes me want to do this.” Henry moved from between Field’s thighs to straddling him.
Field realized all the shit he missed when he refused to look at Henry earlier obviously involved some lube. Henry easily sat on his cock, taking all of him. He looked turned on as hell. Field stared up at him with nothing but shock coating his brain. Field had actually never done this. He always opted for the pain. Field didn’t care if he got off. Sex was about punishment. This was totally different. Henry felt fucking wonderful and Field’s mindkind of glitched. All he could do was stare. It was like he was a scared virgin. He just waited to be told what to do. His brain was kind of fuzzy, but Henry looked really sexy.
Field was right there with him. He was totally focused. There were no intruding thoughts or trauma. He was just a man.
Henry stroked Field’s chest. He lifted and dropped again, riding Field’s dick. Field knew he had to look like a deer frozen in headlights. He barely breathed while Henry used him.
“You feel amazing inside me.”
Field blinked. The words penetrated the frozen gray matter. He licked his lips. “I’m pretty pleased with the way you feel too.” Field felt dumb as hell, but he was totally lost. That didn’t mean he wanted to stop. He had to try harder. “You look sexy as hell right now. Not that you don’t always look hot. In fact, I’m not sure why you’re here.” Field went back to locking his teeth. He sounded like an idiot.
Henry fell forward and braced his hands on either side of Field’s bound arms. His face hovered an inch from Field’s. “Because I saw a gorgeous man I wanted, and I took him. You seriously didn’t think I’d let you move on to Clay, did you? You were mine first. He can’t have you.” Henry’s lips touched his. He still didn’t attack. He made love to Field with body and mouth. The tension was a slow build and Field didn’t lose touch. He focused on all the small details—like the way Henry’s body felt engulfing him. Field lived in Pleasureville. He suddenly hated that his arms were bound.
“I want to touch you.”
That was all it took, and he was free. He could trust Henry. Henry didn’t hesitate to grab the end of the knot and tug, setting him loose. Field’s hands moved on autopilot. He touched Henry everywhere he could reach. His fingers dug into Henry’s back as the tension coiled. He fought his way toward the explosion. Henry swallowed his mewling cries. That turned out to be a damn good thing when the orgasm hit. The sounds he made definitely would have brought Edge and Mickey running, especially after last night. He couldn’t control the noises he made. Then Henry’s moans joined his and Field was fascinated by the moment. When cum spilled onto his skin, Field gasped. He hadn’t been ready for the way Henry’s hole would feel on his cock as he came. Field couldn’t focus on anything else. Henry had used his body to get there. Field felt kind of good about that—like how he did giving presents on his birthday. He did a good thing and made someone else happy.
Their kisses lingered. Henry didn’t get in any hurry to move or clean up. They simply touched and kissed. It was nice. He was happy. It was a foreign feeling. Field imagined tomorrow would be different. Henry would act all tough and like this didn’t happen. Field would let him keep his pride. This had been a wonderful gift. Field would treasure the night forever.
Chapter Four
WhenFieldhadfirstmoved in with Beau, he had expected things to be slightly awkward around the house. Not for him. He couldn’t be made uncomfortable. After all, he grew up in a crowded program of no privacy. But he had expected the guards and whatnot to be standoffish. Instead, everyone had been nothing but welcoming.
Normally, he ate breakfast alone in the kitchen, waking up long before anyone else. That is, if he went to sleep at all. After a night with Henry, Field had slept like the dead until Henry had whispered something about needing to get in his morning workout before his shift. Once the warmth of him was gone, Field was wide awake. His late start had him sitting in the kitchen with Clay and Fabrice. He did his usual, smiling and joking. Truthfully, he didn’t even recall what he said after he said it. He must have kept the pair entertained because they laughed. His mind was on Henry, though.
Field doubted the encounter had been more than a one-night stand. Henry definitely wouldn’t want anyone to know. He seemed like a closed, private person who wouldn’t show emotion, especially in front of his co-workers. Since he lived where he worked, that meant never being real. Field wouldn’t be sad about it. Henry knew he was a mess. It was probably for the best if they pretended nothing happened. Field was good at that. He had been acting as if he didn’t have crazed episodes for years. This was just one more thing.
Clay and Fabrice glanced toward the door. They turned serious and Field knew he was there. He practically felt Henry at his back. Field didn’t turn to look, but his every fiber focused on the sensation of Henry moving toward him. A strong hand gently gripped his throat before sliding upward and forcing his head back. His eyes automatically closed just from the promise of what that hand could do. He went hard and was more than a little thankful to be sitting at the table. Henry’s mouth covered his. Even the odd angle did nothing to dampen the heat of their kiss.
Henry pulled away a hair, but he didn’t release Field. “Good morning.”
“Good morning to you too.” The quiet exchange had him smiling so big, it hurt.
Henry stole another kiss like they were completely alone. Field felt him smile against his lips. “Pumpkin seed butter?”
Field laughed. “Fabrice makes it for me. I don’t want to somehow accidentally send Mickey into anaphylactic shock by eating peanut butter in the house.”
The entire conversation felt private, with Henry holding his head back and being over him, creating their own little world. “Mhmm. There you go. Only thinking of others.”
Henry didn’t give him time to respond. He straightened, freeing Field. “With Mickey taking his vacation time, you have a couple of choices, Clay. You can come with me to check the progress of the new buildings, or you can accompany Fabrice to handle the grocery haul.”
If Clay felt one way or the other about Henry’s display, he didn’t show it. The guy simply rolled with it. “I think I’ll go with Fabrice, if you don’t feel like you need me. I need to grab some shit from the store too.”
“You’re good. The guy Beau hired to build onto the property has turned out to be a great choice. We haven’t had any issues. That doesn’t mean I won’t check.”
“Of course.” Clay sounded matter of fact. No matter how safe, discreet, and highly recommended anyone came, they had to keep control of the situation.
Henry massaged his shoulders. “How about you, Field? I know you don’t work here, but do you want to come with me?”
Fuck yeah. Henry had him ready to do anything. He was still shocked by the way Henry acted in front of everyone. Still, he tried to temper his reaction. “Sure.” He slid back his chair and gathered his mess. Field cleaned up behind himself before fully focusing on Henry. He looked like a man who had enjoyed his night. Even showered and dressed for the day, he looked like the guy who had blown him away last night. Field tried not to run toward him like an over enthusiastic puppy. Instead, he said his goodbyes and measured his pace. The moment they were out of sight, Henry pulled him into the nearest empty room and was all over him. Field heard himself panting, and it was out of his control. Henry’s hands were inside Field’s shirt, massaging every place he could reach while he explored Field’s mouth. Field was a useless mess. He wasn’t accustomed to feeling this way.
Henry chuckled against his lips. “Did you know you have beard burn?”
