Page 9 of Deranged
Field looked around. “Are we still on Beau’s land?”
Finally, a question. “Yeah. Come on.” He waved for Field to follow and then walked down the stone path to the staircase that circled an enormous tree.
“Holy shit! It’s a treehouse. No fucking way.” Field kept his chin tilted upward as he followed Henry up the stairs. He sounded like an excited kid. “This is one of those fully functional high-dollar homes they have a whole-ass TV show about, isn’t it?”
Henry chuckled at Field’s reaction. He wanted to see more of this side of Field. “Yeah. It overlooks the entire property.” He let Field inside. “Welcome. This is where I live.”
Field looked confused. “Seriously? I thought you lived with Beau.”
Henry carried the basket to the kitchen. “No. I have a bedroom at the main house, in case there’s a reason I’m needed overnight. Otherwise, I live here.” He paused, unpacking the basket to hold Field’s stare. “I love Beau. Never doubt I’ll follow him all the way to the grave, but I don’t really think of him as my boss. He’s my best friend. We built this empire together. He runs the business side. I run the security side. Honestly, I was a little irritated when Beau invited your family to live here because I knew it would make my job harder. But then I realized, thanks to Tracker, it’ll actually be easier, especially once his security building is finished.”
“Well, huh.” He looked around, checking out the place. “I’m not surprised you didn’t want us here. In fact, that was one of my first thoughts.” Field moved to the windows that lined nearly the entire place, giving him a bird's-eye view of the property. He could see threats coming for miles. “I thought, damn. Once I’m under foot, driving him batshit crazy, he’ll likely end up killing me.” He flashed a smile over his shoulder. “You still could, I suppose.”
“Considering, until yesterday, you haven’t as much as looked my way since you moved in, I don’t know why you thought that.”
Field went back to staring out the window without responding. The move solidified a theory he had as to why Field ignored him. The way he had treated Field the night he shoved the guy to his knees had taken the fun out of Field teasing him. He didn’t want to admit it, but he hadn’t liked Field ignoring him. Field was the only person who treated him like a real person beyond Beau. He was the only person who baited him. Henry hadn’t truly realized that until Field took away his smiles. No one smiled at him and meant it. Maybe Mickey, but Mickey still treated him like he was his boss and nothing more.
Arms encircled him. Henry found himself drawn backward against Field’s chest. He kissed the side of Henry’s neck.
“What is all this? It looks delicious.”
“It’s what Fabrice prepared for lunch for the family. Since he knew he had a lot of errands today, he had everything ready early. I grabbed some so we could reheat it later.”
“I see. You decided to kidnap me for the day.”
A laugh burst from Henry. He turned.
Field held his hands up. “Hey, I’m not judging. An abduction is how we met.” His eyes sparkled with laughter. “I told everyone you’d be my daddy.”
Henry shook his head. “I’m not daddy material.” He grabbed Field’s hips and hauled him closer. “The things I want to do with you aren’t the least bit fatherly.”
“That’s okay. I’ve never had parents. I don’t know what they do.”
Henry spun, taking Field with him. He pushed, backing Field against the counter. “You should hang on.” He captured Field’s mouth and went to work on Field’s jeans.
Field chuckled when Henry’s mouth moved to his neck. It was a breathless sound. “Kidnapped and molested.”
“What fun is one without the other?” Henry dropped to his knees.
Field’s entire demeanor changed. He visibly panicked while obviously trying not to show that he was freaking out. “No. Please. Get off your knees. You’ll have bruises.”
Henry stared up the line of Field’s body. He had to fix what he had done in anger. “Are you saying you won’t make it up to me later?”
He saw the relief flood through Field. “You know I’ll make sure you’re satisfied.”
Field’s reaction told Henry everything. Someone had used pleasure as a way to control him. He had been taught to hate something healthy. Henry wondered what he had been forced to do simply because he was in someone’s debt. Likely, he didn’t want to know.
Henry set Field’s erection free and stroked him. He never broke eye contact. “This whole thing isn’t us just trading favors. You know that, right?”
Field didn’t respond. He looked torn, and Henry didn’t know why. Field didn’t bare his soul. Henry didn’t really do that bullshit either. He just saw something in Field he couldn’t ignore. Henry couldn’t explain it. The guy deserved better than what life gave him, and Henry couldn’t stomach it. Watching Field make so many people smile while he died inside set something inside Henry on fire. He wanted… something. Even Henry wasn’t sure what.
Henry stood. He kissed Field again, trying to busy his mind while his fingers encircled Field’s cock. Henry stroked as he played with Field’s mind. He wanted to be the first person to do that in a good way.
“I didn’t hear an answer.” He changed angles and stole another kiss. “Tell me you know I want more.”
He immediately recognized the mistake in his words when Field set his hand over Henry’s, stopping Henry from stroking his cock. “What is the more that you want?” His voice sounded dead. He truly believed Henry did this to use him.
Henry scrambled to fix it. He didn’t give himself time to think about what he wanted. Henry just had to bring the life back to his laughing boy. “Your time. You.” He swiped a sweet kiss across Field’s lips, trying to lure him from his ugly thoughts. “I’ve never brought anyone here.” He pulled his hand away andcupped Field’s face so he couldn’t look away. “Look at me. I know you see people clearer than they do. You’re an observer. What do you see in me?”
