Page 139 of Tell No One
Delaney stared at him. “You love me?”
“No, you’re an arsehole. But I think you can change.”How can I persuade him?“If we go far enough away to some place really remote, you won’t spend your time thinking someone is coming to kill you. You can relax and enjoy life.”
“And that day, we both die.”
“No!” Tag grabbed his hands.
“This isn’t a job I can retire from.”
“Why not?”
“Because I was a hired killer. I was paid to shoot people. I didn’t ask questions. I did as I was told and I never regretted what I’d done.”
“But you’re not doing that now. You didn’t kill anyone. You don’t need to do it anymore. You can be what you want.”
Delaney huffed.
“You don’t have to work for Henry anymore. Choose a new career. A new name. Maybe your real name. We can go somewhere together. You bought me an otter. You do know that otters aren’t just for Christmas, they’re for life, right?”
At least that made Delaney chuckle.
“And I’m mended now. I don’t think sex should be off the menu any longer. I’ll have forgotten how to do it. I looked up what I can do and not do with a chest injury. No golf, riding horses, running, heavy lifting, but it says sexual activity with a hot guy is totally fine along with light housework and simple errands. Please. Go and find me a hot guy.”
“Oh God.”
“Okay, you’ll do at a pinch. You can stop if I yelp.” Tag took a deep breath. “Please, take a chance on me.” He stood and held out his hand.
Delaney gave in. He never gave in. But he wanted Tag so much he let him lead him to the bedroom. Two weeks of not letting himself even share the same bed because he was afraid of hurting him. Two weeks of lying there thinking about how close he’d been to killing someone he’d come to care about. More than care about. A guy who’d turned his world on its head and shown him what he’d been missing.
They shed their clothes and Delaney threw the duvet to the bottom of the bed.Do not rush this.Tag lay on his back, sliding his hand up and down his cock. His chest was still bruised, more yellow and green now, the hole where the bullet had gone in not completely healed. There’d probably always be a scar. A reminder of how things had almost ended in disaster.
Delaney settled next to him, his cock aching, and hardening by the second. “How do you want…” His voice trailed away. He was never uncertain. Tag made him uncertain.
“Can I play with you?” Tag didn’t wait for an answer. He carefully squirted lube on Delaney’s stomach.
“Are you writing something?”
“Yeah.” Tag chewed his lip. “At last.”
Tag knelt between his legs, shoving them up and wide apart, and Delaney belatedly realised whatplay with himmeant.Oh fuck.Tag scooped some of the lube onto his fingers and Delaney could feel sounds fighting to get out of him. Not ones he wanted to escape, though at the first touch of Tag’s fingers on his cock, a whimper still slipped through his lips. But when those same fingers stroked the skin behind his balls, he wrapped his hand tightly around Tag’s wrist.
“I’ve not done anything yet,” Tag whispered. “Let go. It feels good. You know it does otherwise I wouldn’t let you do it to me, would I? No one would do it. What a sad fucking lot we’d be. All blowjobs and wanks. Not that there’s anything wrong in relationships that don’t go for anal but that’s not us.” He blinked. “Except if you really don’t want to, you can fuck me instead. I just thought… I didn’t want you to worry about hurting me. I want to make you feel good.”
“And not you?”
Tag smiled. “When I’m with you, everything feels good.”
Delaney let go of Tag’s wrist and raised his arms to wrap both hands around the top of the headboard.
“You’ll like it, I promise.” Tag was running his fingers backwards and forwards between Delaney’s balls and his arsehole, pushing and pressing when he neared the entrance to his body, and Delaney closed his eyes.
“No,” Tag said. “Look at me.”
Tag was smiling at him, his face all bright and happy. When he felt the tip of Tag’s finger slip inside, he tried to steady his breathing.
“Look at you,” Tag whispered. “You’re so hot. And so tight.” He laughed. “Oh God, you’ve cut off my circulation.”
“Because no one has ever had their fingers up my arse before.”
