Page 15 of Moonstruck
“Nah. Where’s Felix?” he asked. “Why isn’t he here?”
Jericho gave him a hard stare, like he knew there was a reason he was changing the subject but unsure if he should probe any further. Felix would have been no help in this situation. While Jericho’s brother was feisty and lethal, he was also the definition of dainty.
Asa just didn’t want to talk about Zane. Thoughts of their encounter had been bleeding through since he’d left, making for some awkward boners. It had been the definition of animalistic. Running after him, getting him on the ground, holding him down while he fucked him, bred him, claimed him. His prize. His prisoner. His captive.
Fuck.
The sounds Zane had made while Asa was inside him, the heat of his body, the way he’d begged, panted, wanted it harder. God, he’d been so perfect. So hot. So tight. He’d loved Asa’s dick so much he’d fucking mauled him like a goddamn tiger.
“What do you mean? My brother is with your twin,” Jericho said, dragging Asa’s thoughts from Zane.
Asa paused mid-swing. “But my twin is withourbrother.”
Jericho smirked. “Yeah, I know. Avi insisted Felix needed to be there. Just in case any work emergencies arose.”
Asa blinked at him. “My brother is a fashion designer. What constitutes a fashion emergency?”
Jericho glanced at the corpse before them. “I’d say this guy but, somehow, I don’t think that’s what your brother had in mind.”
Asa shook his head. “Fuck, man. You don’t think Avi and Felix are…you know—”
Jericho lifted a hand, interrupting him. “Felix hates Avi. I hear about it day and night. ‘Avi made me carry a dozen lattes for a meeting and then canceled the meeting. Avi made me take a work phone home with me because ‘fashion never sleeps.’ Avi made me sew sequins on the ass of a velour tracksuit for a throw-back photo shoot and ruined my manicure.’”
That didn’t sound like complaining to Asa. “But he’s still there. I’m telling you, this is some kind of fucked up foreplay for them. Every time Felix loses it on Avi, he doesn’t stop smiling for hours. It’s like his spank bank material.”
Jericho grimaced. “Okay, I don’t want to know that your brother jerks off thinking about mine.”
“It’s just biological, man,” Asa teased around a laugh.
Jericho glowered at him. “Seriously. Shut up unless you want me to talk about what your father might get off thinking about.”
Asa shrugged. “I’m not gonna be all dramatic about it like your husband. Who my father sticks his dick in is his business.”
“Even if he’s sticking his dick in somebody who has your last name?” Jericho countered.
Asa waved a hand, dropping his ax next to Jericho’s on the tarp to grab a bottle of water. “They’re not blood related, and Aiden was practically an adult when my dad randomly adopted him. To be honest, I wouldn’t even care if they were blood related. I’m a psychopath. We’re a family of murderers. Incest is our moral high gro—”
Jericho frowned, holding up a finger, cutting Asa off. He’d heard it, too. It was faint, the sound of crunching gravel beneath the kitchen window, like somebody lost their footing. Jericho grabbed his Glock off the counter and shot out the door.
Asa didn’t follow, just opened the cap on his water and chugged it down. Jericho didn’t need any help from him. There was a sharp cry, and then Jericho said, “Stop fighting me.”
“You have a gun in my ribcage, asshole,” a man responded.
Asa’s stomach churned. He knew that voice.
“You’re about to have a bullet there,” Jericho retorted, shoving Zane through the cabin door, where he fell in a heap next to biker-guy.
Zane tried to get to his feet, but Jericho pointed the gun at his head. “Stay down.”
Zane stayed on his knees, his hands raised in the air. Christ, he looked good on his knees. Asa should have used his mouth, too. Bet he would have sounded so hot gagging on his cock. Asa’s dick hardened behind his zipper. Oof, yeah. Not the time.
“Who the fuck are you?” Jericho demanded.
Zane looked Asa in the eye. “Ask him.”
Jericho frowned at Asa. “You know this guy?”
Asa ignored Jericho, studying Zane as he tried to put the pieces together. “Do any of us really know anybody?”
