Page 4 of Sinner's Ransom: Taken
Montgomery looked at it, and sure enough, it was. He rolled his eyes and pushed himself up the entire way, twisting his body to sit on his ass. “Sure is. I fucked my masseur before you showed up. I let him cum inside of me.”
“What?” Kaden ripped off the condom, tied it up, and threw it in the garbage can beside the bed. He shot to his feet, his massive size towering over Montgomery’s seated position. Clearly he wanted the advantage. Montgomery didn’t give a damn, though. Kaden was a Boy Scout, he wouldn’t touch him in any way that Montgomery didn’t want him to.
“I said—”
“I heard what you said,” he snapped. “Jesus Christ, you have sex with other guys?”
“I don’t know if Jesus Christ does, but I do.” Montgomery shrugged, scratching at some of his own cum that had gotten stuck to the scarce hair on his chest. “Did you think you were the only guy I was fucking?”
“I thought we had something.” Kaden threw his arms up in the air. “Don’t we?”
“Yeah, sex.” He scooted off the bed and stood. Kaden had at least three inches on him and a lot more width, but that’s the kind of men Montgomery liked. He wanted a man bigger than himself. “How many times do I have to tell you that?”
“How many guys have you let cum inside of you?” Rage flared in his gaze, a simmering heat that in any other situation, Montgomery might have used to get Kaden to fuck him again. Angry sex was hot. Except he was spent for now, and he wasn’t in the mood to deal with Kaden’s touchy feelings.
He snatched a pair of loose pants from one of the stash he kept in dressers in the pool house for these types of occasions and slipped them on. “I don’t know. More than I can count on two hands.”
Kaden huffed, and it sounded like the noise he always made when he was surprised by something Montgomery did. “While you were fucking me?”
Montgomery grabbed a shirt, too, throwing it on before he spun to stare at Kaden. The guy looked like someone had run over his cat and left it at his front door. “Yeah. Like I said, Detective, there’s nothing more than sex between us. When are you going to get that through your thick skull?”
He rolled his eyes and headed toward the bar in the corner of the room. He slipped around it, aware of that miserable gaze following his every movement. Grabbing a bottle of the most expensive whisky he had, Montgomery poured some into a tumbler before holding it up in Kaden’s direction. “Drink?”
“No.” Kaden’s hand shook when he snatched his jeans off the floor. He shoved his legs through the holes, tugging the pants up around his waist, the belt still loosely undone in the loops, before he paused and rubbed his temple. “How could I be so stupid in thinking I could change you?”
Montgomery assumed hewasmeant to hear those words, but he chose to ignore them. He threw back his drink and let the liquid burn its way down his throat.
“Aren’t you going to say something?” Kaden snapped.
Montgomery shrugged, filling up another glass higher than the last one. He needed strong alcohol to deal with this emotional bullshit. “What do you want me to say? Your cock is great, you fuck like a champion, but I don’t date, especially not teddy bears like you.”
“Teddy bears? What is that supposed to mean?” Kaden grabbed his shirt too, pulling it over his head as he moved toward the bar slowly, like he was afraid that if he got any closer, Montgomery would be able to break his heart even more than he already had.
“It means you’re a gentle giant, Detective Jax. Boring. Oh, you hit my prostate every time, and you’re one of my favorites, but you’re not so amazing that you get to keep me all to yourself. It doesn’t work that way.”
“So that’s it?” Kaden’s gaze followed Montgomery’s hand as he raised the glass toward him in salute.
“Unless you’re okay with me fucking other guys, yes, Detective, that’s it.”
Clearly he wasn’t okay with it because Kaden snatched his boots and backed out of the room. Montgomery could see in Kaden’s eyes that he wanted him to say something to keep him from walking out, but that wasn’t going to happen in a million lifetimes, and soon the detective was gone with a click of the door.
Montgomery shook his head. “Men.”
The door slammed open again and his shoulders stiffened, ready to argue with Kaden, but it wasn’t the detective who stormed through. His dad wore his usual black pressed suit—probably Armani—and looked as high and mighty as he always did as he strode toward Montgomery. At the age of sixty, anyone would think he’d slow down, but when Richard was on a warpath, no one could get in his way.
Richard halted in front of the bar, eyes narrowing. “I just saw Detective Jax leave. What did you do this time?”
Montgomery finished off his drink and slammed the glass down on the handmade wood. “I fucked him if you truly want to know. His cock is amazing.”
Richard Booker wasn’t a dumb man, and he knew when Montgomery wanted a rise out of him, which was why Montgomery was always disappointed when he never got it. Instead, his dad inhaled deeply, as though centering himself. “What did I tell you about fucking that detective, Montgomery?”
“You told me not to do it.” He smirked. “So I did it.”
Richard’s nose crinkled in distaste. “You’re such a disappointment.”
Montgomery rolled his eyes and sauntered around to the opposite side of the bar. He fell onto one of the stools and leaned back, his elbows on the edge of the wood. “Tell me something new.”
Richard tugged on his suit, like being in Montgomery’s presence made him feel untidy. He always did that, and the uncomfortable squirming irked Montgomery more than he liked to admit. He wasn’t surprised by the attitude anymore. “Abigail is visiting later this afternoon. I want you to stay clear of the house.”
