Page 14 of Lamb to Slaughter
And what had Lam meant by ‘before we’re finished’? Conan’s body was starting to have certain ideas from the way Lam was straddling him, looking down at him with a dark hunger, but Conan didn’t want to get ahead of himself.
“I’ve never had any complaints,” Conan said. “But I’m guessing you’ll be expecting me toperformwithout my hands?”
“If it’s not too much trouble,” Lam purred, with the soft roll of his hips.
Okay, Conan was definitely on the right track.
“Think you can manage?” Lam asked.
Conan licked his lips. “I’ll be good to you, scouts honor.”
Lam hummed dubiously. “Men stalking me home in the dark don’t generally have much honor to swear by.”
“I wasn’t–” Lam pinned him with a sharp look. Something in it made Conan pause. Lam didn’t seem like the type to try bullshit on. “Alright, the truth then?”
Lam’s brow went up. “If you can manage it.”
“The scarf was a bartering chip,” Conan confessed, “but my intentions in following you had more to do with your bed and shower than anything… else.”
He knew what Lam assumed he’d followed him for. Because most men skulking around in the dark weren’t doing so with much honor at all.
Lam’s lips did a curious pursing, and Conan wanted to bite them.
“My bed and shower?” Lam asked.
If he wanted this to keep going in a direction that could get him into said bed and shower, it seemed honestly was the path.
“Supposed to have the first snow tonight,” Conan said, “and sleeping in your car without heat sucks.”
That got Lam’s attention. “You’re homeless.”
“I’m in between things right now,” Conan said gruffly. He didn’t care for pity. Didn’t want it. The way he lived was fine for him, most of the time.
Lam nodded, but didn’t soften, and Conan appreciated that. “Should’ve asked me in the bar,” Lam said.
“Was going to, but I came out of the bathroom and you were gone.”
Lam nodded. “Spent too much time trying to talk to Junior,” Lam’s distaste was clear. “He looked… fun.”
Conan made a face. “Spent the whole time telling me about some office feud he was in with a sixty year old coworker over vaping.”
Lam wrinkled his nose, it was adorable. “Ew.”
Conan snorted, “You’re telling me.”
The knife came back to his skin, sliding along his jawline like a caress. “So what you’re saying is that your evening has improved?” Lam asked.
“Considerably,”Conan said, and it was the truth.
Lam’s lips quirked. “Alright, let’s see what we’re working with then. Don’t move.”
The knife lifted off of Conan, but Lam’s eyes were bright and watchful. Obediently, Conan didn’t move. A hand reached down for the tired leather of his belt, making quick work of undoing it and then the button on his jeans.
“I’m all yours,” Conan said, lifting his hips helpfully when Lam unzipped him and started to tug the jeans down. He worked quickly, practiced, and in short order Conan’s jeans and boxers were off enough to free his cock.
He hissed as the cold air brushed over his burning skin. He was more than half hard now.
“Don’t underestimate me,” Lam said, knife in one hand as a warning as he pushed up onto his knees to reach for his own pants. They were loose slacks, dark and expensive looking.
