Sloane seemed to think about it for a moment. “Sparks says the guy’s a freelancer. Works for government agencies. It would explain how he knows so much about us. He did his research. Can you tell me what happened?”
Dex nodded. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly through his mouth. “Can we do it in bed?”
“Of course.” Sloane got up and pulled the comforter down. He waited for Dex to climb in under the covers before turning off the light in the room and joining him. Sloane snuggled close, spooning Dex from behind, their fingers laced together. The moonlight filtered in through the curtain, and Dex was grateful for it. With Sloane holding him, Dex recounted everything he remembered about his encounter with Wolf, leaving no detail out, not even the dream he’d had of Sloane.
“It’s what kept me going,” Dex confessed. “Seeing you again. Holding you. Kissing you.”
Sloane planted a kiss behind Dex’s ear, and Dex shivered like he always did. It felt good, like it always did, and a fiery desire burned through him. He longed for Sloane’s touch, for the taste of him, the feel of him inside. Sloane was safe. His home.
“Sloane,” Dex breathed, pushing his ass back against Sloane’s groin.
There was no need for Sloane to ask if it was what he really wanted. These days they were so in sync it was almost scary.
Sloane slipped his hand under Dex’s T-shirt. He caressed his skin, his fingers brushing over Dex’s nipple and making him shiver in Sloane’s arms. Gently, he rolled Dex onto his back, planting kisses over his face, down his jaw and neck before moving his mouth onto Dex’s. Feeling loved by Sloane, safe, protected, knowing Sloane was there to catch him if he fell was all he could think about and feel. His thoughts were occupied with sweet, languid kisses, Sloane’s tongue tangling with Dex’s, tasting and savoring every inch of him. He caressed Dex’s cheek, his skin burning. Dex slipped his fingers into Sloane’s hair and hungrily returned his kisses, moaning against him when Sloane rolled over him, knowing how much Dex loved to feel Sloane’s weight on him.
Sloane used his knee to spread Dex’s legs, and he lay in between them, a low moan escaping him when he cupped Dex through the cotton of his pajama bottoms. Dex whimpered, pressing his leaking cock into Sloane’s hand. Sloane broke their kiss only to shower Dex with more kisses across his flushed skin. Sloane’s moan melted into Dex’s name, and it was the most erotic thing Dex had ever heard. He ground his hard erection against Sloane, his mouth eager to accept anything and everything Sloane offered him.
“Sloane…. Please.”
Sloane tugged Dex’s pants down his thighs, palming his hard cock. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”
Dex arched his back, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets. His eyes opened, and he fell into those fiery pools of molten amber, just as he always did.
“You’re so beautiful,” Sloane murmured, his gaze never leaving Dex’s face.
“Sloane, I need to feel you inside me.”
Sloane didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer, tossed it onto the bed, and finished removing Dex’s clothes before he swiftly undressed himself. Sloane’s urgency spoke volumes. He wanted this as much as Dex, yet he was incredibly gentle, taking great care. Normally Dex would have insisted Sloane have his way with him, as rough as he wanted, as fast and dirty, but this time Dex welcomed the tenderness, craved it. Sloane very carefully sank into Dex, lowering himself onto his elbows, his lips brushing over Dex’s ever so softly. Dex parted his lips, inviting Sloane’s tongue inside his mouth. He held Sloane close to him, groaning at the sweet burn of Sloane gingerly pushing himself in down to the root, then slowly pulling almost all the way out. It was a sweet agony. Soon the pain gave way to pleasure, and Dex was lost in Sloane’s hands, in his mouth, and the pumping of his cock inside him.
“We’re in this together,” Sloane murmured against Dex’s hair as he quickened his pace.
Dex was perfectly aware of what he was referring to. Sloane didn’t want Dex retreating into himself the way he had when he’d been hunting down Hogan. Dex’s need to protect Sloane, to get justice, had driven Dex down a disturbing path. He’d lied to Sloane, set up a base in his ex-boyfriend’s basement, barely ate, barely slept, and had come home on more than one occasion battered and bruised. Sloane couldn’t—wouldn’t, let that happen again.
“Don’t push me away. I’m here. Whatever you need, I’m here.”
Dex nodded, tears pooling in his eyes.
“Dex….”
“You’re right. For now, could you…. Could you make me forget? All I want to feel is you.” Dex dug his fingers into Sloane’s shoulders, wincing at the pain it caused. “Fuck me, love me, fill me with nothing but you, Sloane.”
Sloane pulled out and drove himself deep inside Dex, hitting his prostate and making him cry out. It was glorious. Dex begged Sloane to do it again. He arched his back and held on tight, refusing to let Sloane off him. He rubbed his cheek again
st Sloane’s before wrapping his arms around Sloane’s neck and kissing him as if the answers Dex longed for could be found in Sloane’s lips.
Lifting up just enough to push his hand between them, Sloane took hold of Dex’s cock, and all it took was a couple of strokes. Dex’s orgasm barreled through him, and he clung to Sloane for dear life, his toes curling, his mouth open in a silent gasp. Sloane quickly followed, his soft gasp cut off by Dex’s kiss. He bit down on Sloane’s bottom lip as Sloane rode his release, his body shivering as he came. He pumped himself inside Dex a few more times before pulling out with a hiss and then collapsing beside Dex, his fingers stroking Dex’s hair, making him smile. These days Sloane was always touching a part of him, and Dex loved it. Loved to feel that intimacy between them no matter where they were.
The bed moved as Sloane got up and reached over to his nightstand to get some wet wipes from the drawer. He cleaned Dex up before tossing the little white sheets into the small trash bin Dex had placed beside the nightstand. He wasn’t a fan of having body fluids on the carpet, even if it was their own. Sloane was always teasing him about his obsession with cleanliness.
Sloane pulled Dex closer, and Dex turned in his arms, kissing him before snuggling close, his body aching but in a good way this time. He felt heavy, and as Sloane trailed little kisses along Dex’s face, exhaustion settled in and Dex drifted off into a deep sleep, or so he believed.
A low buzz wrenched Dex from his dreamless sleep, and his heart pounded in his chest. It was so dark. Where the hell was he? He very carefully sat up, relieved to find he was at home, in bed. He glanced down at Sloane asleep beside him. What was that noise? He turned and spotted his smartphone on the nightstand buzzing quietly, the screen flickering to life. He picked it up, frowning at the faceless little avatar on the display indicating someone he didn’t have in his address book was calling. After some hesitation, he swiped the screen and held the phone to his ear.
“Hello?”
“It’s so very sweet how much he loves you.”
Dex froze, his blood turning to ice at the sound of Wolf’s voice. He gripped the phone until his fingers hurt. “You son of a bitch. This isn’t over. When I find you—”