“We can be quick,” Juno said.
Rome made a sound deep in his throat and shook his head.
“Don’t have time.”
Juno let out a sigh and flopped down on the chair. Why was he so upset about it? He could literally find someone else to fuck in five minutes. But they wouldn’t be Rome and it was only Rome he wanted right then.
Rome walked up to him, hands on Juno’s knees as he got between his thighs. He surprised Juno by taking his mouth in a slow kiss. Juno ran his hands up Rome’s arms. He didn’t know why but this kiss was almost as good as their hungry ones. Almost, because it was over much faster than the others.
Rome pulled back and ran his gaze over Juno for a moment before turning and heading out the door. Juno hung his head, not wanting to see Rome leave, but also because he knew he shouldn’t feel that way. Didn’t change the fact that that he did.
“Should’ve fucked first,” Juno mumbled to himself.
Then Rome would still have a reason to come back.
“Next time,” Rome said from the doorway.
Juno’s head shot up, but Rome was already gone.
With a grunt, he got off the chair and started to clean up. Footsteps in the hallway had him glancing up with a wry smile on his lips, thinking Rome had come back, but it wasn’t Rome who appeared in the doorway.
“Please tell me you didn’t just scare off a client,” Stiletto said, her gaze hard as she stared at his chest. “’Cause he sure seemed in a hurry to leave.”
Juno let out a loud groan and grabbed his shirt.
“No, I didn’t scare him off,” he grumbled.
“So, you’re just using my place to fuck?”
He gave her a deadpan look.
“Does that mean we can fuck here, too?” came from behind Stiletto.
Jordan appeared next to Stiletto who turned a glare his way.
“No,” she exclaimed. “That’s so fucking unsanitary.”
“I’ll show you fucking unsanitary,” Jordan said with an eyebrow wiggle.
Juno snorted. “And that’s my cue to leave.”
He didn’t bother putting on his shirt. He just grabbed his keys, cut, and helmet and pushed past Jordan and Stiletto who were already getting too hands-on for him to want to stick around. When he made it to the front of the shop, he stopped to tug his shirt over his head and put on his cut. Then he walked outside, heading for his bike.
Rome had left him a needy mess and normally he would’ve just found another willing body to get it out of his system but, without Rome, what was the fucking point?
He pulled his helmet on and threw a leg over his bike. Riding until he nearly dropped dead from exhaustion sounded like exactly what he needed to do.
Rome
“You wanted to see me?”
Marco glanced up, his brown eyes blazing with anger when they met Rome’s gaze. Marco put down the pen he was holding and stood. He walked around his desk.
Rome straightened and slowed his breathing. Whatever he’d done wrong, he was about to pay for it. Or, at least, he thought so until Marco leaned back against his desk with a sigh.
“This is a fucking shit show,” Marco growled.
“Boss?”
Marco’s head snapped up. “Guys I’ve worked with for years are turning on me. Stealing from me. I don’t know who to trust anymore.”
“You can trust me,” Rome said and meant it.
“Can I?”
Rome nodded and took a step closer. “You know there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
Marco arched a brow at him and said, “Then get on your knees.”
“No,” Rome said and crossed his arms. They’d had this conversation already and he knew saying no wouldn’t make Marco question his loyalty. Otherwise, he’d have been on his knees in a heartbeat.
Marco let out a sigh. “Nothing you wouldn’t do, huh?”
“Except that.”
“Too bad.”
“Why? It’d only be to provoke that spook of yours,” Rome said.
The anger in Marco’s eyes didn’t scare him even though he knew the man had killed for less than mentioning the CIA officer Marco’d had a thing with on and off for years. They’d been good for a while until Marco’s sister had been murdered almost four years ago. Marco hadn’t said a word about it and Rome hadn’t asked. Whatever happened between them was, well, between them. He wasn’t gonna get involved, especially because he was lucky enough that Marco never got involved in his love life. Or, sex life, really. He wasn’t sure love was for him. It certainly hadn’t been for his father. He knew plenty made men who had wives and kids, but he would never have a wife. Not unless he was forced into the marriage. He was gay and Marco knew it. They’d fooled around as kids, only sharing their secret with each other. Trusting that the other wouldn’t talk and get them killed. Neither had, and that was why Marco trusted him. Why he trusted Marco with his life.
“I need you to go secure the next shipment. Just you and two men of your choice. I trust your judgment,” Marco said.
Rome bowed his head before turning on his heels and walking out of Marco’s office.
He found two men he knew he could trust and handed one of them the keys to the truck they’d be transferring the shipment to. Then they drove to the container terminal. They waited outside the gate for longer than he liked. He knew their container was already there. They just needed their man to come let them in and show them the way. Rome was leaned against the side of his SUV, his gaze moving back and forth between the gate and the two men in the truck behind him. They’d have a lot of work to do moving
