“Do you think we’ll be able to locate my brother after all of this is over?” Eno asked quietly.
Rayne’s eyes were wide when they snapped to his face. “I swear I will make it my number-one priority after the Empire and Caelan are settled. I have ample resources at my disposal. I will find—”
Any further words were stopped with a kiss. He didn’t want Rayne making impossible promises and then tearing himself apart when he couldn’t deliver. It was enough that Rayne intended to help him as much as he possibly could.
The kiss grew more desperate and hungrier with every swipe of Rayne’s tongue through his mouth. Had it really been three days since they’d last seen each other? Impossible. Three months, maybe. At the very least three weeks. There was no getting enough of Rayne, and when they were parted, it was as if his soul were starving. It wasn’t even about the sex and touching—the gods knew sneaking moments were hard enough while keeping an eye on Caelan and Drayce.
No, Eno could sate himself for a short period at least being able to see Rayne each day. He was happy getting to see his scowls, frowns, and looks of irritation. It was even better when they were directed toward him, because it gave him the opportunity to tease a reluctant smile from his lips.
But touching Rayne, coaxing out the frantic whimpers and passionate moans of need were a gift. No one else touched Rayne now. No one else made him feel these things. This tightly wound man completely unraveled against him, and that power was intoxicating.
Rayne’s wonderfully long fingers skimmed down across his chest and tugged at the button on his pants. Eno jerked back and stared at Rayne in surprise. Was he really trying to take this farther? Caelan and Drayce were on the other side of the door. There was zero promise of privacy. If one of them were to come through that door, their secret would be blown.
Maybe not the worst thing in the world, but Rayne’s main goal was to keep Caelan focused on the problems he already had in his lap. There was no time for him to think about what was happening between him and Rayne. They certainly didn’t want it influencing his decisions when it came to the necessity of putting one or both of them in danger.
“Rayne?” Eno whispered.
His man didn’t say a word. He continued to hold Eno’s gaze as he slowly sank to his knees between Eno’s legs. All thought was effectively zapped straight from his brain as he stood on the cusp of one of his favorite fantasies coming to life at last. He’d dreamed countless times of seeing Rayne in one of his perfect suits on his knees in front of him, that beautiful mouth stuffed full of Eno’s cock.
But this was all wrong. This felt like an apology rather than a desire. He didn’t want or need it, and certainly not like this. Rayne’s icy cold exterior hid an incredibly soft heart. He was hurting over Eno’s pain. He could see it in those wide jade eyes that never left his face.
Rayne had managed to get the button free and slid his fingers down to the zipper, pressing against his straining dick. Eno caught his hand, stopping him.
“No. Not like this.”
“But…”
Eno shook his head. “This would be a lovely dream come true, but not like this.”
His lover’s brow furrowed, but he didn’t try to free his hand. In fact, the wicked man shifted his thumb so that it was slowly caressing his length, making it so damn difficult to pull his scattered thoughts together. Why the hell was this a bad idea again?
A tense smile lifted the corners of Eno’s mouth. “First off, I’m disgusting. I honestly can’t remember the last time I had a decent shower. I’m surprised I let you kiss me. You are definitely not putting your mouth on me.”
Rayne glared at him, but he at least had the good sense not to argue.
“And second, we’re not alone as we need to be. I’m sure you would agree that now is not a great time for Caelan to be distracted by us.”
If anything, Rayne’s expression turned even darker and more ominous. This didn’t feel wise. Rayne was not normally an impulsive person, but on the few times he let go, he threw all of himself into it. And right now, Rayne was determined to get Eno off.
“I’ll get in the shower with you,” Rayne suggested.
Eno grinned. “Exactly how would you explain that to those two out there? That I was suddenly in such a weakened state that you had to climb into the shower to hold me up?” Grabbing his elbow, Eno forced Rayne to rise to his feet. The stubborn man opened his mouth as if to agree with just that excuse, but Eno cut him off. “And how would you explain your awkward walk?”