Twelve For Two Hundred (Men of the Vault Book 1)
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He waves a two-finger salute over his shoulder as he steps into the hallway and closes the door behind him. Justin gets up and walks straight to the door.
“Where are you going?” I ask, raising my eyebrows at his sudden exit.
“Just making sure he gets back to his room.” Justin takes off behind Alexi, and I feel a little better knowing someone is watching his back, at least for the weekend.
Edge and Justin spend the rest of the afternoon on their computers and making phone calls. I don’t want to hear the details of what they’ve got going on because I know it’ll just worry me even more. So I climb into one of the queen beds in the other room and turn on a movie, killing time until Alexi is able to sneak away again.
15
Edge
By the time Justin and I call it a night, the room is dark and the only sounds are from the TV blaring in the bedroom. Liam came out to eat when room service delivered a few steaks to the room but went right back to his movies when he was done. I don’t know if he’s mad or scared or what, but I’m giving him space to process while Justin and I call in a few favors.
Some of Justin’s buddies in law enforcement have buddies on the other side of law enforcement and are willing to back us up when we finally approach the Nicolas. The date Alexi gave us is just over a week away, so we’re already cutting it close. And since I want to keep those assholes as far away from any school as possible, I need to approach Joseph even sooner.
In just a few days, my list will be complete. All my enemies will be dead.
And then… What? What happens then? And then I live for me? I can think about my future and my happiness?
“You’re on my bed, dude.”
I look at Justin, staring down at me with a pillow and some sheets in his hand. “What? Oh, you can sleep in the room.”
He cocks his head to remind me to move my ass. “No, thanks. I want to be close to the door. I’ll be fine here once your ass moves.”
Pushing up off the couch, I stand up and stretch the tight muscles in my back from slouching all day. “Suit yourself. Call me if you need me.”
Justin ignores my offer as he shakes out a sheet and tucks it around the bottom couch cushions.
With my arms still stretched out above my head, I walk into the bedroom and see Liam propped up on a pillow. He’s got the remote in his hand, but his eyes are focused out the window.
“Everything okay in here?” I reach for the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head, desperate to shower and get into bed. My whole body feels wound up with tension after everything I experienced today. Between hanging out with Liam today and then meeting Joseph’s son in the flesh and hearing details about how he plans to murder hundreds of children, it’s been a wild day.
Liam’s eyes snap to mine for a moment before slowly trailing down my body. Just the weight of his stare has my cock thickening. I know he can’t actually see the change from beneath my jeans, but the soft gasp has me wondering if he knows what’s happening down south. “Um, yeah. Just watching a movie.”
I glance at the TV and see a news broadcast. “I think I’ve seen this one before.”
He glances at the TV and smiles bashfully. He’s beautiful and makes me want to rub the pink from his cheeks. “Well, I guess it finished a little while ago.”
“I’m gonna jump in the shower.” I kick off my shoes and reach for the button of my jeans. Liam’s eyes keep flitting to my hand, but I can tell he’s trying not to look. I don’t know why this is entertaining to me, but I need to lighten my mood somehow. So instead of waiting until I get into the bathroom to drop trou, I release my zipper and let my jeans fall to the ground. “Do you need to use it before I get in?”
“No.” He forces his eyes back to the TV. “I’m fine.”
Yes, you are. My eyes don’t stray from Liam’s face as he stares straight ahead, not allowing himself to glance in my direction. Good for him. I respect a man with some self-control. It’s a rare trait.
My cock is hard as fucking steel by the time I step under the hot spray. I give it a few easy pulls but don’t complete the task. Refraining from physical release helps keep my mind sharp. At least, that’s the excuse I use when I want to prolong satisfaction a little longer. Besides, with Liam just ten feet away from me on the other side of the wall, now isn’t the right time to take care of business.
I quickly soap up and rinse off then get out of the shower. I don’t bother getting redressed since I’m planning to slip into bed, so I wrap a towel around my waist after drying off then step back into the bedroom.
Liam’s quick intake of breath catches my attention and I watch his eyes take in my almost bare body. I just stand there for a full minute, allowing him to get his fill of the view before his eyes meet mine and he quickly turns away from me.
“Good night.”
I smirk as I walk to my bed and slip under the sheet, dropping the towel on the ground as I do. “Good night.”
I turn off the light and lie in bed, unsure if I’ll be able to sleep at all. It doesn’t take long before Liam’s soft breathing lulls me to sleep. And it seems to only take seconds before those soft breaths turn to pained whimpers.
It takes me a second to wake up enough to realize the sounds are coming from Liam’s bed. At first, I wonder if he’s rubbing one out, either in his dream or in real life. But after a few more seconds, I hear a choked sob and my chest constricts as I bolt upright in bed then turn on the lamp. “Liam?”
He rolls to his back and the sobbing continues.
“Liam, wake up.”
He isn’t hearing me.
I don’t want to startle him, but I can’t leave him in whatever dream he’s having. I get out of bed and sit on the side of his.
“Liam, baby.” I run my fingers through his hair, gently brushing away some tears from his face. “Wake up.”
His cries get louder before his eyes pop open and focus on me. “Edge?”
“I’m here, Liam.” My thumb glides over his sweat-slicked forehead. “You were having a bad dream.”
He sniffles loudly, leaning into my touch. “I’m sorry for waking you.”
“That’s okay.” I grab the bottle of water he left on the nightstand. “Do you want a drink of water?”
He shakes his head. “No, thanks.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” I stand up to move back to my bed, but Liam reaches for my wrist, holding me in place.
“Please don’t leave yet.” He peeks at me from under wet lashes then quickly turns away. “If you don’t mind.”
I look back at my bed just a few feet away then sigh deeply. If he needs comfort tonight, there’s no harm in my offering it. “Scoot over.”
“Really?” Liam’s eyes go wide even as he slides to the far side of the bed. “You’ll sit with me for a little while?”
I stand up to climb under the covers when I remember I’m still naked. Oh, well. If he wants me to stay, he’ll have to deal with my sleeping habits. “No, but I’ll lie with you until you fall asleep.”
His eyes shoot straight to my cock, and he nods with a slack jaw, not saying a word as I slide into the warm bed.
“Is it okay if I turn off the light?” I ask, giving him the option to say no if he’s not ready to be in the dark.
“Yeah, of course.” His voice breaks before he chokes on his words. “It’s fine.”
I turn off the light and settle in beside him. We lie in silence for a while but Liam’s breathing never evens out. I know he’s awake, but I’m not sure if it’s because of his nightmare or because of my proximity.
After a few more minutes, Liam finally breaks the silence. “Edge, um, would you… Never mind.”
“What?” I’m curious and more than a little hopeful about what he was going to ask.
“No, it’s stupid.” He flips onto his side, facing away from me. “Good night.”
“Liam.” I huff out his name, leaving him no option to ignore me. “What were you going to ask?”
Before I can respond, he quickly offers up his own little disclaimer. “I know you don’t like touching me and I get if it’s not your thing. I just thought…well, for tonight. Anyway, forget it.”
Instead of responding with words, I reach across the bed and curl my arm around his waist then slide him back until he’s resting against my chest. “I don’t have a problem touching you. Fuck, I haven’t stopped doing it all day.”
Liam sucks in a deep breath then exhales, fully relaxing against my body. Then he wiggles his shoulders as if burrowing into me. Once he’s settled, I bend my legs to properly spoon him.
And come into contact with bare flesh. He’s just as naked as I am. I’d assumed he was wearing boxers when he went to bed, but apparently, we both share this sleeping preference.
When my cock begins to harden against his bare ass, Liam wraps his hand around mine and pulls it tighter to his chest.
“Is this what you want?” I ask, referring to both our position and my growing dick pressed against him.
Liam nods, sending a floral scent into my nose from his shampoo. “I’ll take whatever you give me.”
I growl against his ear and pulse my pelvis involuntarily. “That’s not what I asked.”
Liam’s voice is soft, almost inaudible. “You know I’ve wanted you since that first night I saw you. And I know I’m not your type. But if you could put that aside for one night, I want you to take me.”
The words are barely out of his mouth before I flip him onto his back and hover over him. “Why do you think you’re not my type?”
That was crazy. If I have a type, which I don’t think I do, Liam would be it. His soft skin and blue eyes make me want to scoop him into my arms every time I see him. It’s only my respect for Tanner and concern for Alexi that has kept my mind focused on the larger task instead of what I really want to be doing.
Even in the dim lighting of the room, I can see Liam looking right at me. “I’m nothing like Justin. And you’ve had several opportunities to do...anything. It’s okay that you’re not into me. I understand.”
I can’t listen to any more of this nonsense. I close the distance between us, covering his mouth with mine in a scorching kiss. If he seriously thinks I’m not into him, he needs to see a therapist. Because nothing about the way my body reacts when I’m around him screams disinterest.
He’s more of a need.
A desire.
An obsession.
16
Liam
Edge’s mouth covers mine, and a burst of electricity shoots through my core. His tender lips move carefully, taking the time to explore my mouth. His tongue juts out as he teases my lips. I open up, inviting him inside for a taste. He immediately takes the opportunity, running his warm flesh over mine.
With only dim lighting coming through a crack in the curtains, I can still see his hazel eyes almost sparkle when he pulls back a few inches. His smile turns my insides into putty before he leans in again and kisses me some more. When his lips close around my chin, a soft moan escapes his throat as he leaves a trail of kisses up to the lobe of my ear. He sucks it in lightly, and my body becomes ridged.
My cock thickens even more than I thought possible, causing me to wriggle in an attempt to free my shaft from the weight of his body on mine. He licks the shell of my ear as he grinds his pelvis into mine, counteracting my own gyrations.
“Liam.” My name on his lips is the sexiest thing I’ve heard. His raspy voice is thick with lust as he traces down my neck and to my chest. Licking a circle around one of my nipples, he nips at me once before gently sucking it into his mouth. He kneads against my tense muscles, taking his time as he explores my body. He moves farther down, quickly pausing at my new tattoo before continuing to the neatly trimmed hair below my hard shaft.
I squirm as his mouth inspects my inner thigh. The wet heat traces a line to the base of my shaft where he gently sucks one of my balls into his warm mouth. He rolls it over his tongue, taking his time before moving to the other. My body is begging for him to take my cock, but I don’t dare voice my desire. This is his moment. Edge will call the shots in bed, and that’s just the way I like it.
Not long after I pull up the image in my head, my wish comes true. Edge positions his mouth over the head of my cock as his hand grabs the base. My shaft engorges and becomes thicker before his mouth covers my head. His tongue swirls around the tip and down my length as he lowers all the way to the base.
My reflexes cause me to buck into his mouth, sending my cock even farther into the warm, wet, tight space of his throat. “God, Edge…” The words come out as a gasp as I try to catch my breath. But his expert movements up and down my shaft have me concentrating on not embarrassing myself. I’ve been waiting for this since I first saw him. I’ve been desperate for his touch, his cock. I’m not going to do anything to ruin this precious time I have with him.
Edge’s gag reflex must be nonexistent because he doesn’t make a sound as he swallows and releases my cock. When he pulls away, my pulse only quickens at the thought of returning the favor and taking his thick shaft into my mouth.
But Edge has other plans.
Edge pulls my legs up then buries his face in my ass. His tongue juts out and licks the ring of muscle before slight pressure pushes me open. As he pushes inside my hole, my body bucks wildly. I whimper, clinging onto the sheets, holding on to them as if my life depends on it. The sensations coursing through me don’t stop when Edge realizes what he’s doing to me and goes even deeper. A finger soon joins his wet mouth, and I feel him beginning to stretch me wide.
Instinctively, I grit my teeth, expecting a burst of pain to shoot through me. But he’s not rough at all. And not at all what I expected. Edge’s movements are methodical. Controlled.
He’s taking his time, which has me pouring out precome in anticipation of what he has planned next. As much as I want release, I don’t want this feeling to stop. He spends a few more moments sucking at my hole and plunging me with his thick finger before a second joins the first. My ass stretches easily as both fingers probe my opening, causing me to loosen up.
“You’re beautiful,” Edge whispers. I expect him to be looking at my face, but when I seek out his eyes, I find them locked on his fingers as they move in and out of me.
“Take me,” I pant out. “Please.” My voice is pleading and desperate, but I don’t care. I need this. I need him. Inside me… Now.
“I don’t have a condom…” His voice trails off as he buries his tongue back into my ass again.
I prop up on my elbows slightly as his fingers continue to work their magic. “I’m on my regimen for The Vault,” I say quietly. “So, I’m tested frequently, and I’m on PrEP. But you don’t have to… I…”
“I’m on PrEP as well,” he says as he dislodges himself from my opening. “Tanner insists for all clients.”
Thank fuck for Tanner and his rules.
Edge’s muscular hands move up my stomach and chest as he positions himself between my legs. His mouth takes mine again in a passionate kiss that has my toes curling and my ass flexing. When the tip of his long, thick cock pushes against my opening, I can’t hold back the gasp that is instinctual.
“God, I want you,” Edge says, panting into my ear.
“I’m yours.”
Those two words are all the encouragement he needs as he pounds past the loose opening he created and slides inside me. The way he worked my hole has me dripping and ready. If I thought my body was on fire before, this must be what it feels like to be in a volcano. The pain of his thick cock stretching me open even farther mingles with the pleasure of his tip brushing past my prostate and is almost unbearable. When he’s fully seated inside me, Edge licks up and around the shell of my ear before sitting up and burying himself even deeper.
“Fuck.” I moan loud
ly as Edge pulls back and then thrusts forward again. His cock is massive and probably one of the biggest I’ve ever had inside me, but he feels so good. It’s like we fit perfectly together. If I could, I’d have him stay inside me forever.
I close my eyes and focus on all the sensations running through my body. Every push and pull elicits different reactions from different nerve endings. All are amazing.
Edge moans and pulls my legs even wider. “Liam, you feel so good.”
“You do too.” Gripping the bedsheets, I release another whimper as Edge’s hand closes around my shaft. He leans down and rubs his palm over the tip of my cock, using the lubrication to stroke me.
Thrusting and pushing, the two of us work together to bring our orgasms closer. My stomach tenses as his hand moves up and down my shaft. The pure pleasure of his hand running across the head of my cock along with the slight sting of his thickness pulsating inside me has me ready to blow.
But I have to hold on. I have to let him come first. It’s how I was trained.
Training or not, Edge has other plans. “Come with me, Liam. Can you do that, baby?”
Fuck. Hearing him call me baby has me practically spewing. “Yes. Please.”
“Now.” His gentle command is deep and full of raw energy.
“God, yes.”
“Fuck yeah.” Edge pounds into me, slamming his balls against my ass as he pulls up on my cock. Another push inside has the base of my shaft tense and ready to explode. Once again, Edge enters me and moans. “Fuck. Liam… I’m…” His voice trails off as my cock erupts. Come shoots high and lands across my chest, hitting my chin and even leaving a few drops on my lips.