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“What? Ready for you to leave?” Brick laced his fingers with Jules’s, and he was struck shy when he thought about how he should answer.

The past week had been the most insane, dangerous, and passionate week of Brick’s entire life. That being said, he knew immediately that he probably wouldn’t ever be ready for Jules to leave. He was eager to see how things would progress now that the imminent fear of being arrested or attacked was behind them now, and he was excited to continue their relationship.

Brick wanted to finally take Jules to Madame Kimchi’s Kitchen or maybe down to Sushi Blues for some of their funky yet awesome veggie rolls. He wanted to go ride the Raleigh Trolley with him and get blitzed on Glenwood South. Dancing, drinking, going for walks and to the movies. He wanted to do everything and anything, and he had never been so excited about being with someone before.

It felt like there was a future here, a chance to have something good, and Brick couldn’t stop smiling as he continued coyly, “Well, you keep fucking me like that, I don’t think that’s ever gonna happen.”

“Yeah?” Jules perked up.

“Definitely.” Brick grinned. “Keep the criminaling around me to a minimum, fuck me at least two to four times a week, depending on my mood, and feed me often.”

“I’ll keep my criminaling to zero, fuck you five times a week, and I’ll feed you whatever and whenever the hell you want as long as you still cook some of that bangin’ Korean shit for me sometimes. How’s that?”

“Deal, Daddy.” Brick squeezed Jules’s hand.

“Get some sleep, baby boy.” Jules kissed Brick’s hair. “You’ve fuckin’ earned it. You need anything at all, I’ll be right here.”

“Thank you.” Brick closed his eyes, and he knew it wouldn’t take him long to fall asleep. He was tapped, plus being in Jules’s strong arms was the best place ever to drift off. He didn’t think he could stay awake for another minute even if he tried.

Except…

“Oh. Daddy? Just one more thing?”

“What is it, baby boy?”

“You gotta bring my flamingo back.”

“Done.”

Chapter Eighteen

Brick woke up that morning and groaned because he knew it was Monday.

Monday meant it was time to go back to work, just like any other normal week, but there wasn’t anything normal about today.

It was the first day after a wild weekend of having been kidnapped, beaten, and watching two men get murdered in front of his very eyes.

It was also the morning after getting most righteously fucked, and his body was quick to remind him of what had happened last night. He’d woken up alone and took advantage of the empty bed to stretch and flail around, basking in the ache lingering in his muscles.

Especially in his thighs.

And his ass.

Damn.

Just thinking about it made his cock twitch, and he swore he could still feel Jules’s big hands on his body, passionate echoes of last night when he took Brick apart with such ferocious pounding and sweet torture.

With a sleepy smile, Brick stumbled to the bathroom. He noticed there was a towel hanging up that hadn’t been there before and surmised Jules had grabbed a shower. Brick needed one too, but coffee was his immediate priority.

After Brick was done in the bathroom, he put on fresh pajamas and a light robe. Jules had tidied up the dirty laundry from last night, and he’d even set Brick’s slippers over by the door. Brick put them on and then headed downstairs. He was assaulted by the sound of Junior snoring from the couch and the blessed aroma of coffee wafting in from the kitchen.

He didn’t see any other sign of Jules, and he went to go make a cup of coffee to help get his brain online.

After coffee, he’d try to find his phone and see if he could get in touch with Jules. He noticed the house alarm was set, and he turned it off so he could step outside. As soon as he opened the door, Junior shot up from the couch.

“What the fuckin’ fuck?” Junior appeared half-asleep and only had one eye open, but he was still able to aim his gun with impressive precision right at Brick.

“It’s me! It’s Brick! Fuck!” Brick almost spilled his coffee.

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