Page 45 of The Professional
“Because I thought you’d kick her out. She had nowhere to go, Rourke. Her family abandoned her.” Forrest stared at him pleadingly. “I didn’t know what else to do. I tried to help her, and she promised me last week she stopped. I believed her.”
“How did she get it in?” he asked angrily.
“I don’t know. I saw her sniffing coke about three weeks ago, which is how I found out about it.” Forrest stood and strode around to Rourke’s side of the desk. He fell into Rourke’s lap, knees digging into the chair next to Rourke’s thighs, and Rourke hugged him around the waist, dragging Forrest closer until their chests touched. “She struggled.”
“You should have told me, I wouldn’t have kicked her out.”
“Yes, you would have. You kicked Jade out for weed. Coke’s a lot worse.” Forrest’s accusing gaze felt like a knife in the chest. “Jade was attacked out on the streets by a client who recognized her. You did that.”
Rourke stared up at that gorgeous face and stroked his hairless jaw. “Yeah, well, if Jade followed my rules—”
“Yes, I know. It’s all about your rules.” Forrest glared. “You try so hard to make everyone follow them, but not everyone is like you. We don’t live by rules.”
Anger twisted inside Rourke and his jaw hardened. “Then they can leave too because right now, this ismyestablishment.” He gripped Forrest tighter and pushed their cocks against each other. “Do you understand?”
Forrest let out a moan and bit his bottom lip. “Yes, boss.”
“I don’t think you do.” Rourke rose, holding Forrest against his chest. Forrest’s legs wrapped around him, so when Rourke dumped him onto his back on the desk, Rourke went with him. Their mouths crashed together, and Forrest whimpered into his mouth. He tasted like cherries and it didn’t take a genius to figure out it was from his lip gloss.
“Please. Fuck,please.” Forrest groaned into his mouth, shoving his cock against Rourke’s in a rapid pace that made Rourke’s head dizzy. “Want you to fuck me.”
The dark side of Rourke’s brain thought about the five men who had spent the afternoon with Forrest, how they’d fucked him, too, making his hole gape open from their widths, and it was enough to make him extract himself from Forrest’s desperate hold.
“What are you doing?” Forrest’s eyes widened. “Come back here.”
Rourke’s chest heaved from their passionate kissing and he closed his eyes to get his rampant cock under control. “No.”
“No?” Forrest sat up on the edge of the desk, mouth open in shock. “Rourke, I want you to fuck me.”
“I have rules—”
“Oh, fuck your rules!” Forrest’s eyes turned hot with fury. “If I hear one more thing about them, I’m going to shove my ass in your face so youcan’ttalk about them anymore.”
Rourke’s eyebrows climbed up and his cock jerked at the image. “I wanted to ask you something.”
“Are you serious? You stopped when you were about to fuck me because youwantedto ask me something? Stupid. Absolutely stupid.” Forrest exhaled and fell back on the desk. He unbuttoned his jeans before opening the zipper and sticking his hand down his pants. It was clear he didn’t wear any underwear by how easy it was for him to grab his rock hard cock. “What did you want to ask?”
Rourke’s focus zeroed in on Forrest’s hand and the way he worked himself.Christ.Rourke almost wanted to pray to God in that moment, thank him for putting such a perfect creature on this earth. “Uh… shit.”
Forrest, the imp, grinned wickedly. “Yes?”
“My family usually have dinner on Friday nights together. My mom… she’s uh, making her famous Southern fried chicken. She’s from Alabama, and she grew up being taught how to make it and…shit.Keep doing that. Work yourself hard.”
Forrest groaned, throwing his head back and jerking himself faster. “Hurry up and say what you want to and then fuck me.”
“Do you want to come and have dinner with my family on Friday night?”
The words stopped Forrest’s jerking, and he sat up so quickly that Rourke’s head spun even though it wasn’t him moving. Forrest stared at him in wonder, green eyes glittering under the light that came from the desk lamp on the corner. He tugged his hand out of his pants and curled his fingers around the edge of the wood. “Really?”
“Yeah. Like I said, Mom’s making her famous fried chicken and it’d probably give you a heart attack eventually, but it’s nice to have when you’re young, you know?” Rourke grinned.
Forrest’s stare turned suspicious. “Why me, though? You’re not the type of guy to invite me to dinner because you blew your load into my mouth and finger fucked my ass.”
Rourke laughed. “No, I’m not, and… you’re a good person, Forrest. Just come have dinner with my family. No questions.”
Forrest bounced on the desk. “Done. I am so there for some Southern fried juiciness. Should I mention I let men fuck me for a living?”
Rourke felt the blood run from his cheeks. “Please don’t. Mom’s a hardcore Catholic and she’s practices religion in her sleep. She’s accepted I’m gay, but I think she’d have a stroke if I told her I ran a whorehouse and the man I’m taking home to dinner is a whore.”
