Page 105 of Hidden Desires
Blade hobbled to where his love was waiting.
“You saved my ass… again,” Blade said with a loving smirk.
“Your ass is too beautiful to let it go to waste.”
“I’m still not bottoming for you,” Blade responded, extending his arm and taking Ace’s hand.
“Good, because you’re no use to me as a bottom. I’m only after that big dick of yours, after all.”
Blade chuckled. He fucking loved this guy.
Ace pulled with all his might, but unfortunately, Blade’s ass was too heavy to boost him out of the pit all on his own.
“Need a hand?” Caden asked, extending his own and helping Ace hoist their brother out of the pit together.
Ace jumped into Blade’s arms and squeezed his battered body with all his might.
Blade refused to grimace or even flinch. There was no way he was ever ending this hug, even if all his muscles and joints fell off, screaming in pain.
He loved this man too much to ever let him go.
“You boys going to help? Or sit there all day like some Gen Z feelings support group?” Lucas asked, standing behind Caden.
The boy was holding a grenade in his hand with his finger resting on the pin.
Blade looked down at the object.
“Is that?”
Lucas smiled and nodded enthusiastically.
He looked like an overstimulated kid who had been fed nothing but sugar for three days and was left home alone.
“Yup! Nikolai has a contact here that gave us a box of these explody thingys. They’re so much fun! Check this out!” Lucas pulled the pin, then threw the grenade at a group of Cyanyd Kings members huddled behind a rock.
The grenade exploded the moment it came into contact with one of the gangsters’ shoulders.
Arms and heads and blood went flying everywhere. It was one of the nastiest things Blade had ever seen.
“Woo-hoo!” Lucas shouted, jumping up and down while clapping his hands. Thankfully, Caden was now holding the last of the grenades.
The boy really did have issues.
“Here, take this,” Ace said, passing Blade a handgun.
Blade looked at the handgun he had been given, then over at Ace’s assault rifle.
He gave Ace a look.
“Seriously? I didn’t peg you for a size queen,” Ace huffed, handing Blade his assault rifle, then taking back the handgun.
“Thanks, babe. It’s an alpha male ego thing.”
“Just for that, you’re getting two fingers up your ass tonight when we get back to the motel. See how alpha you are when my fingers are milking your prostate,” Ace noted, giving Blade a smirk of his own.
“Looking forward to it.” Blade leaned in and gave his boy a kiss.
“Now it’s time to end this,” Blade growled, taking Ace by the hand and charging toward the group of men firing at his buddies.
