“They aren’t me.” A single eye appeared around the side of the print out. “I haven’t brought you a pile of porn shots of me getting it on with a bunch of girls.” He just stared, all trace of humanity lost right now in the face of what he saw. It took Micah’s hand landing on the back of my chair, his fingers tangling with my hair, making me shiver, for Aidan’s human side to shoulder forward.
“Sorry,” Aidan said belatedly, but his eyes followed every move Micah made. “I shouldn’t have assumed. They… You…” He swallowed and then smiled, that golden boy smile that had slayed all the girls at school. “It’s hitting me kind of hard. So how can I help?”
“I need to know that you will keep this conversation strictly confidential,” I said, leaning back into Micah’s caress, his hand spanning the back of my neck, stroking the muscles there. It seemed to keep Aidan off balance, which I needed. “These images were found in a secret location and seem to have been taken either clandestinely or via surveillance. They weren’t taken at the property we assumed they would have been, and I figured—”
“This is your cousin Selma,” Aidan said, placing the photos flat on the table, running a finger along one figure, then another.
“How did you know?”
“It’s someone connected to you, obviously. At a stretch, I’d say it’s something connected to your father.” Aidan’s smirk was cocky as he leaned back in his chair. “But mainly because I know this property. I rented it to her.”
I leaned forward, Micah’s hand trailing down my spine when I did so.
“Can you tell me the address?”
“No.” He shook his head, that professional cool finally returning. “It’s strictly against real estate ethics and is illegal as far as I…”
His voice trailed away as Micah pushed the strap of my tank top aside, his mouth falling open, his breath coming in noisy gasps as the other man’s lips connected with my skin. Aidan’s lust clouded eyes were locked with mine, catching the moment Micah lit a fire inside me with his little glancing kisses. I went to pull back, to reach for him, but his hand slid out, holding me where I was by his grip on my neck. Micah did nothing indecent, just kissed his way across the skin he revealed, but the room was suddenly thick with desire and need. I watched Aidan’s hand slip down, pressing hard on the lump inside his pants.
“Jesus fucking Christ…” he hissed. “This was supposed to be done, over.”
“You still knot for Paige,” Micah said in a flat tone. “It didn’t ease for you.”
Aidan gave us a sharp nod.
“Every day, every night, you fucking burn for her. Feel the ache for her deep in your bones. It’s killing you not to reach for her, to drag her onto that big bloody desk, strip her bare, and then make her scream so loud, the whole street hears her.”
“Yes…” Aidan’s response was more wolf than human, a powerful, throbbing growl I felt all the way down to my toes. “You reek of her, had her bathe your face with her slick. I can fucking taste it in my mouth.”
“So much better from the source,” Micah said with a chuckle. “She dripped all over me, smothered me with her slick. I was in fucking heaven, eating her out in the showers. She was so hot, so responsive, but mostly because I’d been dying to taste her since she got into town, and finally, finally, I did. She came around my fingers, snatching so tight, I could barely move them, which of course made me wonder what that would feel like on my cock.”
“You play a dangerous game,” I said to him as I watched Aidan’s fingers bury themselves in the desk. The laminate cracked, the soft MDF going to powder beneath them.
“I like dangerous games,” Micah replied. “You have no idea how much.” He pulled me backwards, then ran a proprietorial hand down my body as Aidan forced himself to watch.
“I know what you want,” he ground out, and talking seemed to lessen the tension in him slightly. “You want me to throw my values and my job aside and just show you the property.”
Micah picked up one of my legs and placed my ankle on the desk, spreading me open by default, Aidan’s eyes arrowing into the crotch of my jeans.
“I didn’t want to do this,” Aidan said with a shake of his head. “Didn’t want to force shit. That never works with women, and I’ve never had to. Before you, they came to me.”
I jumped as Micah went for broke, sliding his hand down my crotch and cupping it through the denim.
“And now?” Micah prompted with a dark smile.
“And now it’s exactly how you say. I feel like I can feel every breath she takes on my skin, that when she looks at me, it stabs inside me, into my heart. Single friends of mine who’ve been caught up in this, they rang me and said the heat was off, that they felt like themselves again, so I waited and waited, thinking the same would happen to me.”
“But it didn’t,” Micah said.
“But it didn’t.”
“What are you doing?” I asked in alarm as Aidan got to his feet. I dropped my ankle and stiffened in the chair, getting ready, but for what? Not this, evidently. He unzipped his pants with the practised swiftness of a bloke about to have a piss, fishing his dick out, but kept the thick shaft mostly hidden by his hand. Well, all but this part.
“Just what I thought,” Micah muttered, but not so happily now. Because there, at the base of Aidan’s dick, was a swollen, angry-looking knot.
I looked at Micah for a second, seeing
