Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“We don’t, but pick one if you’d like a souvenir.” Ken pointed toward the bathroom stalls and Brady saw five mostly unconscious guards tied up and gagged on the floor, their empty guns and keycards beside them.
“Damn it, Tanaka. I was really looking forward to hitting someone and you had to show off like a damn ninja. How did you get up here? I know Cal canceled your demo.”
Ken’s expression was feral. “Is he the one? I’ll have to thank him for that.” He smiled at Brady. “I wasn’t going to let you have all the fun, Finn. After the call, I came anyway, bypassed the elevator lock and started rounding up these losers. I figured you’d want to leave as soon as possible.”
Brady grabbed Ken and kissed him, nearly lifting him off his feet in the process. When he pulled back Ken’s eyes were worried. “That bad, huh?”
“I can’t talk about it now. We need to leave before Grimes finishes up and comes looking for me. Before Pony Boy sees us.”
“Pony Boy? Let them come. I mean it.” The look in Ken’s golden eyes was deadly. “From what little I’ve seen since I got here? I could take them.”
He motioned confidently toward the pile of disarmed men and Brady was tempted—but something felt off. They bastards hadn’t noticed that all their guards were missing. This wasn’t that big of a place and it wasn’t that crowded, yet no one had sounded an alarm. Just more overconfidence…or something more sinister? “Later.”
They left the restroom together, walking casually toward the elevator. Brady kept a lookout while Ken punched in the code to open the doors. He heard the whoosh and turned, ready to breathe a sigh of relief, when he saw the guard inside.
Without thinking, Brady rushed him, gripped him in a chokehold and cut off his air before he could cry for help. Ken joined him, punched in another code and sent the elevator down. As the doors closed, Brady slammed the guard’s head against the wall just hard enough to give him a headache when he finally regained consciousness.
“You missed one.”
“I was saving him for you.”
Chapter Nine
Would he ever feel completely clean again?
Brady sighed as he felt the water begin to cool. By the time they’d made it home, he was one raw nerve saturated in adrenaline. He’d handed the clone phone to Ken the minute they got outside the club and smashed his own cell against the wall, throwing the pieces in the trash so Cal couldn’t call or track him. Then he’d sat in the passenger seat as Ken drove them home and looked out the window, his mind replaying everything that had happened.
Ken hadn’t said a word when Brady walked directly into the shower and started the water, leaving it so hot it burned as he took off his clothes and the drops hit his bare skin.
He was so…what? Disgusted? Angry? Ashamed of himself for not checking to see if any of those men hooked to the wall wanted to leave too? And Cal. He’d eaten with that man and he just… How could people live like that? It was all so ugly.
When he finally turned off the water, Ken was holding out a towel for him. Brady took it, raking him hungrily with his gaze.
Ken’s hair was damp and loose—he must have showered in the office—and the pajama bottoms he wore were white, sheer and loose.
He looked like an angel.
Brady let go of his towel and reached for his lover, kissing him, worshipping him with his lips and tongue. He walked him back toward the bed and sat him down, dropping to his knees on the floor in front of him.
Ken put his hands in Brady’s hair. “I’m so sorry. I never should have asked—”
Brady looked up abruptly and his expression made Ken go silent. “I need you.”
The man was everything beautiful and right in the world.
He was everything.
“I need you,” Brady repeated, reaching for the tie at Ken’s waistline.
Ken nodded, his wet hair draping damply over his shoulders as he lifted his hips and let Brady slip his pants off. He didn’t resist when Brady spread his legs and moved closer, lowering his mouth onto Ken’s stirring erection.
Yes, he sighed as he took Ken’s cock in, groaning around the flesh as it hardened and filled his mouth. He closed his eyes and savored the taste of him. Clean and spicy. Hot and addicting. His hands moved beneath Ken’s thighs and he kneaded the flesh, loving the hard muscle beneath the smooth, silky skin.
Need you.
Struggling for breath and fighting against his own arousal, Brady pulled back long enough to lift Ken’s legs until his back was on the mattress, then spread them wide. He lay down between them and pressed his own erection into the bed, hungry for Ken. All of him. He opened his mouth over the tight sac at the base of Ken’s shaft. The taste made him linger, and he rolled and teased the heavy balls with his tongue as he stroked Ken’s erection slowly.