Page 112 of Hold On

Dominic pushed himself up, pulled a little way out, then pushed back inside.

“Oh fuck.” Ren wrapped his hand around his cock but it was so sensitive, he let go.

Dominic’s next thrust pegged his prostate and Ren wailed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. A few hours of that, please.”

He clenched his muscles around Dominic’s cock and Dominic shuddered.

“Forget this lasting if you keep doing that.”

Dominic began the rhythmic drive in and out of Ren’s body, and Ren’s hand slipped back to his cock.It feels so good.He jerked his hips into Dominic’s thrusts and let go of his cock. It could do what it liked. He’d rather have his hands on Dominic’s tight arse, pulling him in as hard as he could. He didn’t fool himself that he was controlling anything, but this was what they both wanted, fused in an act of such acute pleasure, that the upsurge of emotion in Ren’s chest threatened to choke him.

When Dominic changed to short, fast drives, Ren’s balls gave a warning squeeze.Nowhe wanted his hand on his cock but his fingers seemed glued to Dominic’s arse. Then as if Dominic had read his mind, Dominic’s hand did what he couldn’t.

The room was full of their muffled cries, the sound of slick flesh slipping and slapping together, the aroma of sweat and sex and desperation swirling around them.

“Oh God.” Ren cried out as fire burst in his gut. His body clenched and come sprayed onto his belly and chest and Dominic’s fingers.

A moment later, Dominic stiffened and Ren felt the change in the cock inside him. Dominic cried out as he came, then collapsed groaning, though he still didn’t drop his weight on Ren.

Ren pulled him all the way down, wrapped his arms around him and his legs, and he still wasn’t close enough.

Something had changed. Ren didn’t want to put words to it, wasn’t sure he could, but he knew Dominic felt it too. There was an easiness around them, an awareness as if they could tell what the other was thinking, what the other wanted…needed. He could have put it down to lust, those first heady weeks of sexual infatuation, when all you wanted to do was touch and fuck, and touch and fuck some more. But it was more than that.

Sunday was for them. Only for them. And they made the most of it. But as if by some silent agreement, they didn’t talk about what might come. Ren thought about it though, when Dominic lay asleep beside him, his insanely long eyelashes fanning his cheekbones. One more day and Kilic would know where Dominic was, if he didn’t already.

Ren’s contact had heard nothing. Which meant nothing. It would be dangerous to convince himself itreallymeant nothing. He tried to put himself in Kilic’s shoes. Whoever came would be cautious, careful, sneak up in the night—maybe. Ren wished he had a gun, though that wasn’t the way he wanted this to go.

Monday came and went. Dominic was nervous and pretending he was fine. Nothing happened, but Ren had spent the night waiting for the sound of glass breaking, of a door being kicked in. They’d hidden knives all over the place. It was a joke, but it wasn’t.

Tuesday came and they both hoped all this preparedness had been for nothing. They walked in the gardens and Dominic didn’t know it, but Ren always carried a knife, just in case.

Tuesday passed without a whimper and Wednesday dawned. Ren wondered how many more days they could handle teetering on the edge of a cliff. They had a call to go and see the marquess and his partner and made their way there at ten.

“So far, so good,” the marquess said as they sat down.

“Have you heard anything?” Ren asked.

“No.” The marquess shook his head.

Dominic sighed. “So what now?”

“We continue to wait.”

“My brother and Theo are due back next Saturday. I don’t think—”

“They’ll stay in the main house for the time being,” James said.

Dominic’s shoulders slumped. “How long?”

Ren put his hand on Dominic’s knee. “Until we know for sure there’s no danger.”

Chapter Sixteen

Dominic tried to hide his worries from Ren. Except how could they have ever thought this would work? All Kilic had to do was wait. It wasn’t fair to expect the marquess to continue to pay for his protection indefinitely. Dominic had to handle this himself, sort it one way or another.

While Ren was sleeping, he googled. The name Kilic was unusual, which helped. Knowing Miran and Adem’s names also helped. He found details of Adem’s death and of the trial in newspaper archives. Dominic’s name was there, and a photo of him looking…well, not wide-eyed and terrified as he had been. The person taking the photo had managed to make him look defiant and shifty.

He thought back to the point when he’d realised he was being set up for Adem’s murder, and how no one accepted the truth about what had happened. His world had collapsed when he’d known release had moved so far out of reach because years would be added to his sentence. He’d faced a long struggle to get to where he was today and he wasn’t going to give up his freedom without a fight. He’d had enough of sitting waiting for something to happen.

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