Page 50 of Risky Taste
Chapter thirty-six
NOAH
I lie curled up on the couch, my body sunk into the cushions, the heavy meds dragging me in and out of a haze. I’m home, at least, a small win. Deployment’s canceled—health reasons, the investigation, some official bullshit—but I can’t even muster up any excitement, not with this splitting headache lurking, dulled by the drugs but flaring if I move too fast.
The TV hums in the background and I shift, slow, testing my tolerance, the pain a dull throb behind my eyes. Sebastian steps in from the kitchen and leans down, kissing me gentle, his lips warm. I try to deepen it, chasing the feel of him, but the ache spikes and I growl, pulling back, settling into the cushions with a huff.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my hand pressing to my temple. Logan’s beside me in a second, settling on my left, his hand resting light on my knee.
“Take it easy,” he muses, the laugh he’s trying to hide rumbling in his chest.
“I know,” I snap, sharper than I mean, a soft sigh following. “I hate being incapacitated. Can’t do shit without my head screaming.” My fingers dig into the blanket draped over me, frustration gnawing at me as I look between them. “Is Declan back?”
Sebastian slides onto my right, his bulk slowly easing me into his lap as his arms wrapping around me. “Nothing yet,” he says, his breath brushing my ear, “but I’m not worried.” His tone’s too even, too practiced, and I frown, twisting to see his face, the pain nudging but bearable.
“Shouldn’t he have called? Returned or something?” The quiet stretches on too long. Sebastian and Logan trade a look over my head, quick but loaded and my stomach twists. “What aren’t you telling me?”
Logan leans forward, elbows on his knees, his eyes meeting mine. “Declan didn’t leave just to drag your brother back. He went to make a point—andthendrag him back. Might be another day before he shows up.”
“How is it Declan can find him when your whole unit, everyone else, can’t?” That’s when it hits me. “No one’s looking, are they?”
Sebastian shifts beneath me, his hands tightening on my hips. “How much do you know about his parents’ case?” I don’t say anything because other than what little I picked up in the last few days by osmosis, I don’t know much. “It took years to blow over, babe. Everyone scared shitless there was corruption all through the ranks. Nearly impossible to recruit around here after that.”
I don’t really remember any of that but then again, I was barely a teenager when it officially blew up. I’m mildly worried that there’s so much of my childhood I don’t remember butthat’s a problem for another day. “So, they’re suppressing what’s going on to not cause more chaos? That’s bullshit. Kurt’s out there, fucking with us, and they’re just—what? Burying it?”
Logan nods. “Pretty much. His parents’ conviction rattled everything—people lost trust, units scrambled. If this blows up now, with Kurt’s name tied to it, it’s a shitstorm they don’t want. Declan’s moving on his own because no one else will.”
“That’s why he went,” Sebastian adds, his voice rumbling against my back. “He knows Kurt better than anyone—served with him, saw the cracks. He’s betting he can pull him in before it spills over.”
I lean back into Sebastian, my head resting on his shoulder, the pain a steady hum now, manageable but there. “He didn’t tell me that,” I mutter, my voice small, raw. “Just said he’d fix it.” I think of Declan’s kiss last night, the way he held me, promising he’d be back, and it stings, knowing he’s out there alone. “What if he doesn’t come back?”
“He will,” Logan says, firm, his hand squeezing my knee. “He’s too damn stubborn not to.”
Sebastian chuckles, soft, his lips brushing my hair. “And too pissed at Kurt to let him win. He’s got this, babe.”
I want to believe them, need to, but the uncertainty gnaws, mixing with the headache, the meds, the weight of being stuck here, useless. I shift, trying to sit up, and the pain flares again, a quick stab that makes me wince, settling back fast. “Fuck this,” I growl, frustrated, my hands fisting in the blanket. “I can’t even move without feeling like my skull’s splitting. And Declan’s out there…
“He’s been gone too long. You’re not worried, but I am—he could be hurt, or worse, and we’re just sitting here—”
Logan cuts me off, his eyes softening. “We’ll give you something to focus on.”
I open my mouth to protest, the words catching as he leans in, his lips finding mine. My breath hitches, the fight draining fast, and I melt into it, his kiss pulling me under, soft but insistent, tasting of coffee and him.
Sebastian moves, easing me down onto the couch, my back sinking into the cushions. I feel the heat of him, his bulk hovering as he drags my sweatpants down, the cool air hitting my skin. My pulse kicks up, a flush creeping up my neck, and I look down, meeting his eyes—dark, steady, full of something that makes my chest ache.
Logan pulls back, his lips brushing my jaw, and Sebastian’s mouth finds me, a warm sheath around my cock that has a gasp tearing from my throat, my hips lifting to meet his touch. I slide my fingers into his hair, gripping tight as he bobs his head up and down, every touch a quiet unraveling.
“You said that moving hurts, sweetheart but I also know that you need something to focus on. Let Sebastian do all the work, Bunny. Let him take care of you and you just focus on me,” Logan muses against my cheek, near my good ear before his lips travel back to my lips. Sebastian is still drawing me in with those devilish lips, his hands moving to press my hips into the couch so I can’t move.
The headache starts to ebb, replaced by intense pleasure, another moan slipping from me that Logan swallows, his tongue teasing mine.
“Beautiful,” Sebastian mumbles around my cock, the vibration sending a jolt through me, and I come just like that, my body trembling as he takes it all, his throat working around me. My head tips back as Logan continues to kiss me, consume me, overwhelm me until I’m just a ball of nerves unraveling.
My body melts, my lids slowly falling shut, the dull throb picking up just slightly. “That’s worth the headache,” I mutter, my voice thick, a weak laugh slipping out as I let the wearinessover take me. There’s some jostling, Sebastian pulling my pants back up, Logan holding me steady as to not disturb my head. And then I feel Sebastian’s warm lips on mine as I taste myself, his body hovering over mine like a protective shield from the world.
A soft knock ruins the moment, my eyes widening as both Logan and Sebastian turn their attention to the front door. “Are we expecting someone? Is it Ed?”
Sebastian shifts, but the darkness in his expression tells me it’s probably not good. “Not sure,” Logan says, hopping over the back of the couch, his footsteps light as he crosses to the door. He peers through the eyehole, his entire body tensing as he twists back around. “Holy shit, seems Kurt sent a backup plan.”
