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I shrugged, not knowing how to answer. “I really don’t know what I like. I’m definitely a sub. I have masochistic tendencies for sure. Love getting tied up, a good impact session, and a rough fuck. I think I like the structure. My brain is always going a million miles an hour, you know? It would be nice to just not have to think and let someone else make those decisions. But I never really had the chance to explore that.” Because the one person I’d trusted and had promised to teach me, had walked out the next day like nothing had happened . . . . I shook my head. Not going there. “Anyway, that’s all I know, honestly. Oh, and I like toys.”
That got Skye’s attention.
“What kind of toys?”
“Pretty much everything. But it’s more fun if I have someone else controlling it.”
“Like, the speed of the vibrator or determining how deep the dildo goes in? Or like a cock cage?”
I squirmed and pressed my palm into my dick. I was going to have to wear loose pants all the time around these guys. Jeans would be torture. “Yes. All of the above.”
“Hmmm.” Hmmm? What the hell did hmmm mean?
Skye didn’t answer, just hummed quietly to himself while he finished cleaning. We walked back shortly after that, my head reeling, though I did feel much better than I had before I’d talked to Skye.
CHAPTER 13
MAVERICK
I leaned against the doorframe,taking in the scene before me. Skye had taken Brooks and Wes’s son, Riley, to the gym and was sparring with them. We had one in the house but Brooks was getting restless, so Skye brought him to the gym in the city where he met Riley. It was two against one, and even though Brooks had some skills, Skye was clearly still kicking their asses.
Riley huffed, stepping back frustrated after Skye broke his guard with a kick to his side . . . again.
“Ugh, you’re barely even trying. How is this fair? You’re literally a professional, dude.”
Skye just grinned, bouncing on his toes. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, slasher,” he said using the nickname Riley earned himself after protecting his step-brother last year. “You’ve improved so much since we started training.”
Brooks lay on his back on the mat, starfished out and panting. He was shirtless, which apparently was his default state, and his hair was matted to his face. I took a minute to just take him in. I hadn’t gotten much of a chance to get to know Brooks or Diego since they’d come here a few days ago. Between the job and making sure Luca didn’t self-destruct, I’d been too busy, but I couldn’t deny wanting to know them better. Luca hadbeen hung up on this boy for years, and Skye wasn’t even trying to hide his attraction. If my men were this into him, I wanted to see why.
Today seemed like the perfect chance. We had been spending most of our time following the Covingtons, but we were all exhausted. Some of Leo’s guys were taking the shifts for the day, leaving us with some free time. While they mainly acted like security for here, his team freelanced for us on occasion when we needed more hands on deck.
Things had been slow going. With the feds crawling all over Marshall Fieldburg and his businesses, Diego hadn’t been able to do as much digging as he normally would. We had to be very careful, and we had no way of knowing the skills of their own hackers that were likely doing the same from their end.
Which left us dealing mostly with the Covingtons, and we hadn’t found anything there. If they had any involvement with killing Fieldburg or breaking into the Foster brothers’ house, they were doing a good job of hiding it. While Diego had been able to identify the bodies of the men Wes had killed, all we’d found out was they were all freelance mercenaries who had no issue taking any job that paid well. We still couldn’t trace who’d hired them.
So now we were in a frustrating standstill. I was used to it, unfortunately. This was part of this life, and sometimes there was just an excruciating amount of waiting before shit could get done. But I knew it was taking a toll on Brooks. Not to mention Luca had been very purposely avoiding him for the last three days while he “figured stuff out.” The boy was struggling. It was why Skye had been sparring with him and trying to distract him. It was my turn now, and since Brooks and Diego hadn’t been back to their house to get the rest of their shit, this was as good a time as any to kill two birds with one stone: get their stuff andget to know Brooks better. I wanted to spend time with Diego, too, but he was a much harder nut to crack than his brother.
Skye hopped out of the ring and started to unwrap his hands. That was when he noticed me. “Hey, big man.I didn’t know you were coming here.” He swung his hips deliberately as he walked up to me. He stunk, but it didn’t matter when I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him.
“Morning,” I muttered into his mouth. “I missed most of the show.”
“I’ll be happy to put on another for you . . . later.”
I squeezed his ass, tempted to take him up on his offer right fucking now. But then I remembered our audience. Not that either of us cared much about that, but I wasn’t sure how Wes would feel about us fucking in front of his son. Riley was watching us with amusement. Luckily the rest of the gym was empty, we always reserved the time just for us when we came here rather than the one in our basement.
“Don’t stop on my account. This is much better than getting my ass handed to me first thing in the morning.”
I smirked. I was surrounded by brats. Speaking of . . . Brooks was sitting up now and watching us in a way I could only describe as hungry. It wasn’t just Skye he was staring at, but me as well. He licked his lips.
With one last kiss, I stepped away from Skye and sauntered to the ring, my attention solely on Brooks.
“How’s it going, brat?”
Brooks grinned and he deliberately looked at Skye and then me. “Much better now.”
“Did you like what you see?”
Brooks climbed to his feet and closed the distance, only the ropes and about five extra inches separating us. He sized me up and down before tilting his head up to meet my eyes. I could absolutely see why Luca was so hung up on him. There wassomething about Brooks that was captivating. I wanted to take him apart inch by inch and see what was underneath the face he showed to the world.
