Page 2 of Sinner's Ransom: Taken
“Doesn’t he have to stay here more than once a week for it to be his house?” He fell onto the lounge beside Chase and stretched out his legs, sighing. The heat felt good against his oil-slicked skin, and he could already feel the flush building on his chest and legs.
“How was the masseur?” Chase shifted, sitting up from his lying position.
Montgomery chuckled and held up his hands, indicating a huge size with them. “He was this big. Monster cock. It feels like he’s ripping me apart.”
“Maybe I should get a massage from him.” Chase waggled his eyebrows.
Montgomery glanced at him. Chase wasn’t the most handsome man. His nose was too big for his face and he had rounded cheeks that reminded Montgomery of those baby-faced models that older, perverted men fantasized about. He was doe-eyed and too innocent for Montgomery’s liking. His cousin wouldn’t have survived in this world without him.
“You couldn’t handle him.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Aren’t you a virgin?”
Chase glared. “No, I’m not a fucking virgin.”
“You act like it.” He smirked and slid his glasses down his nose to peer at Chase over them. “If you want guys like Livio to pay attention, you need to get to the gym. You have more flab than muscle.”
Chase glanced at his stomach. It wasn’t entirely true. Chase wasn’t fat, but he didn’t have the six-pack Montgomery had either, and besides, ribbing his cousin was fun.
“Fuck you, Montgomery.” Chase propelled himself to his feet and folded his arms over his chest. “You’re a real asshole, you know that?”
With a snort, he slid his glasses up his nose again. He fell back against the chair and closed his eyes. “I’ve been told that a few times.”
“This is why you don’t have any real friends,” Chase snapped. The loud flapping of his flip-flops against the cement told Montgomery he stormed away in a very Chase fashion, not that he cared. His cousin was a theatre major for a reason. He’d always been dramatic, if not so obviously gay with the limp wrists.
“Bye, Chase,” he called out without opening his eyes. He received more curses in response. It made him laugh.
He laid there for a few hours, the natural rays of light tanning his skin in a way that the ridiculous sunbed couldn’t. He may have fallen asleep, he wasn’t entirely sure, but when he opened his eyes again, a shadow fell over him in the shape of a handsome man.
Montgomery tilted his head and blinked up at Detective Kaden Jax. “Hi there.”
Kaden had his arms crossed over his muscular chest, the T-shirt straining over his wide arms, and the jeans beautifully tight over his thick thighs. He was one of the few men who Montgomery played with that he couldn’t get enough of. There was something about his height and strength that made Montgomery hard just to look. Except, while he had the strength to manhandle Montgomery, he was a teddy bear—a gentle giant. It frustrated the hell out of Montgomery.
“Hey.” Kaden smiled, those dimples crinkling his cheeks. “I thought I might find you here.”
Montgomery held out his arms and grinned. “Here I am, in all my naked glory.”
Kaden’s powder-blue eyes roamed over his body, pausing at his cock, which appreciated the attention. “So I see.”
Montgomery laid his palm on his chest and slid it down the length of his stomach and to his erection, wrapping his fingers around it lazily. He tugged while he stared at the handsome man hovering above him. “Is there a reason you’re here, Detective Jax?”
The apple in Kaden’s throat bobbed, and Montgomery followed the movement with his gaze. He’d licked the length of that neck more than once while Kaden drove himself into Montgomery, stretching him open. He didn’t have a big cock like Livio, but it wasn’t bad either. About an average length and width, nothing to write songs about. It helped that he knew how to use it, though. He always managed to hit Montgomery’s prostate like he had a manual on where to find it.
“I wanted to talk to you again about our last discussion.”
“Ugh.” He fell back against the lounge and released himself. If that wasn’t the biggest turnoff, he didn’t know what else could be. “I don’t talk, Detective. Either you came here to fuck me, or you can leave.”
“Montgomery—”
“I told you last time I don’t date. I have sex.” He threw his arm over his head, stretching. Some of his joints cracked at the movement, and his skin felt too hot. Throwing his legs off the lounge, he rose with another stretch and headed toward the pool house.
Kaden was hot on his heels, his boots thumping on the cement behind him. “I thought we had something.”
They all thought they had something with him. Kaden wasn’t the first guy to ask Montgomery for more and he wouldn’t be the last.
“We do. It’s called a good fuck.” He threw open the glass door and strode into the cool room. The air conditioner had been running cold since this morning, but he didn’t give a shit when he didn’t have to pay for the electricity.
He collapsed on the soft bed covered with thousand-thread cotton sheets and sighed as the cold air tickled his flushed skin. Kaden closed the door behind him because that’s just the kind of guy he was, so unlike Montgomery in every way. He wouldn’t have cared about leaving it wide-open.
Kaden stepped closer to the bed. “Let me take care of you.”
