had to make her go home.”
They both loved him. He tried to wrap his mind around it. Slowly, happiness began to bloom. “And where’s home for her?”
“At the estate.” He held Bastian’s gaze.
All at once, Bastian remembered. “She asked me not to give up on the three of us. But when I asked her who she’d pick if she had to decide between you and me, she couldn’t answer.”
“Because she
“I feel the same way,” he said. “Once, I could’ve chosen between you and her, but not anymore. Somehow, she worked her way into my heart and stayed there.”
“Mine, too.” Michael paused. “What about Cory?”
“What about him?”
“You kept seeing that twink,” Michael pointed out, a little sad. “You fucked him even though it wasn’t necessary to go that far for the op, and you kept him around.”
“I was still raw and I thought I needed to get over you. I figured Katrina was just wishing for a relationship between us all that couldn’t happen. Can you blame me?”
“No. There’s no point in hashing over that. Just tell me you’re going to stop seeing him and I’ll be happy. And don’t forget the dumbass almost got you killed.”
“I’m not going to see him anymore, but I did like him.” Michael curled his lip, and Bastian reveled in the man’s unguarded moment of sheer jealousy. Nothing on earth had ever made him feel higher than that single outward sign of possessiveness.
Definitely not the morphine.
“How is Cory?” he asked in sudden alarm. “He got away, right?”
“Yeah. He’s staying in one of the extra living quarters until we get Dietz.”
“Oh. Good.”
“Enough about the twink.”
“Okay.”
In spite of all the happy revelations, he yawned. Damn, he was scared he’d wake up later and realize he’d dreamed this conversation.
“Go to sleep, buddy. You’ve earned the rest.”
“Michael?”
“Hmm?”
“I love you.”
“I know,” he said gruffly. “Sleep.”
Bastian smiled and let exhaustion pull him under.
Katrina walked into Bastian’s hospital room on the third morning following his shooting. His face immediately brightened on seeing her, and her pulse did a funny tango. The man was a jade-eyed, golden-haired god sporting an engaging grin that never failed to make her feel cherished.
“Hey, beautiful! Is McKay letting me out of here?”
“Soon. Probably this afternoon.” Leaning over, she gave him a slow, lingering kiss and then took a seat by the bed. “And only because we promised to make you take it easy at home.”
“I don’t care, as long as I’m out of here. I know I can’t get in yet, but I want to sit by the pool. And drink a beer,” he said, practically drooling.
“Not until you’re off the pain meds.”
“Okay, I’m officially off.”
She laughed. “Doesn’t work that way, champ. If you don’t take your pill, you’ll be crying in that beer in a few hours.”
“Damn,” he pouted. He squirmed a little, plucking at the sheet on his lap.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I’m just uncomfortable.”
“Why, do you need to use the bathroom?” The catheter had come out yesterday, and he had to use crutches to go anywhere. He still needed help getting on his feet, and the action caused his leg a lot of pain.
“No.” Two red spots appeared on his cheeks.
“Are you going to make me play guessing games? What’s wrong with you?”
“I’m having a slight
“What kind of — Oh.” Noting the rigid outline under the sheet, she smiled. “I can help you with that, you know.”
“How? We’re in a hospital.”
“A private one, owned by Michael. What’s McKay going to do — throw us out?”
“Yeah, but… what if a nurse walks in?”
“She’ll walk back out in a hurry, I suppose.” She made a face. “If it’s the same one from yesterday, it’ll be the most exciting thing that’s happened to her all year.”
His eyes rounded, and she could tell he was getting on board with the idea. “You’re serious.”
“Very. Here, let Nurse Brandt make an assessment of your condition.” Tugging the sheet from his grasp, she pulled it down and folded it over his knees. The thin gown did nothing to hide the erection making a tent at his groin. Lifting the material, she exposed his rosy cock, the tip weeping tiny pearls. He smelled manly but clean and soapy, and she knew he must’ve had a sponge bath.
Grasping the base, she bent and licked the droplets, eliciting a swift groan from him. “You’re my captive, you know that?” Another lick. “You can’t go anywhere or do anything to stop me from taking what I want. And make no mistake, I’ve been wanting to taste you again, badly.”
“Yes.” His eyes rolled in pleasure.
“Does this turn you on? Knowing we could be caught?”
“Fuck, yes! Suck me.” He tried to thrust his hips, but winced in pain.
“No, let me do the work,” she scolded. “Can’t have you aggravating those injuries.”
She suckled the bulbous head first, tonguing the sensitive slit, catching more drops. She began to take him deeper, making him wet and slippery. Pumped him some at the base as she sucked, driving him insane. Then she swallowed him to the root and manipulated his balls, relishing the velvety sac rolling in her fingers. Loving his moans of pleasure.
She knew he was close when his balls tightened and his breath came in sharper bursts. He buried a hand in her hair and urged her on, moving his hips as much as he could despite her telling him to be still.
“Close, baby,” he panted. “Christ, yes! So good.”
Laving and sucking, she bobbed up and down on him faster, pulled harder. Apparently he liked it a shade rough, because he stiffened and gave a couple of seconds’ warning.
“Coming!”
His cock jerked in her mouth and she drank the hot, salty-sweet cum down, not wanting to miss a drop. She continued to work him, bringing him down. Then she licked him clean, released his softening shaft, and replaced his gown.
“Better?” She grinned at him and licked her lips.
“I think you sucked my brains out through my dick.” His head flopped back on the pillows. “Kinda disappointed we didn’t get caught, though.”
“I knew it! You’re a thrill seeker.”
“And maybe a bit of an exhibitionist.”
“There’s always next time,” she suggested. “We can make certain we’re seen, if you want.”
He looked intrigued. “And who would we let see us? Not Simon or Mrs. Beasley, because eeww.”
“What about Michael’s head of security at the estate. What’s his name?”
“John. Yeah, he’s hot — and kinky, I’ve heard.” He said the last on a teasing note.
“Honestly, does Michael surround himself with any other type than hot and kinky? Besides Simon and Mrs. B.”
Bastian closed his eyes, and a comfortable silence descended. He was prone to drop off to sleep and would
