“Ahh…”
“Yeah, ahhh…your friend is a troublemaker.”
Justin snorted. “Of course he is. He’s with the CIA.”
“We don’t need more trouble than we already have.”
“I agree, but we could use the help getting into your father’s house and taking out some of the security guards. An extra trained gun on hand to even the odds would go a long way.”
Gabriel groaned and rubbed his eyes. No, he couldn’t argue with that fact. “Maybe, but I’m more concerned with your dear friend putting a bullet in me to get me out of the way so he can dive back into your pants.”
Justin grabbed Gabriel’s belt and pulled it free. “There’s only one person who gets access to my pants.” He unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans. Nimble fingers tugged at the elastic waistband of his briefs until they slipped inside to slide down his abdomen to wrap his hardening dick. That first caress and Gabriel’s hips were thrusting upward with a groan. He moved against the rough palm, loving his touch. Fuck, he loved how whenever they were together Justin seemed to push away all his defenses to reach his very soul.
Curling upward, he met Justin’s lips in a searing kiss. He grabbed Justin’s shoulder, trying to pull him closer. He needed to feel his skin, to hear the catch in his breathing as they came together in a frantic crush.
“I need something tonight,” Justin said, tearing his mouth free. He pressed his forehead against Gabriel’s, his hot breath fanning Gabriel’s damp lips.
“Anything.” And he meant it. He’d give Justin anything and everything he could. He needed only to name it.
“Fuck me. I need to feel you inside me.”
Gabriel smiled at Justin, his heart zinging at the soft hint of vulnerability in his voice. He loved to bottom for Justin, loved the feel of the man moving inside of him, his weight pressing him down, pinning him. But there was something about topping the man as well. It was like fucking a tiger. With each stroke, he didn’t know if he was going to get the purring beast wanting more, or if he was going to be suddenly flipped over and fucked into oblivion amid teeth and claws. Both were wonderful.
Pulling Justin’s hand out of his pants, he shoved him onto his back and pulled down the briefs that were stretched against his hard-on. That beautiful cock was flushed, the head glistening slightly as if he’d been turned on by just touching Gabriel’s dick while thinking of what was still to come.
“It’s not surprising that Colton wants you,” Gabriel said in a low voice. He bent and licked his hipbone, sliding down across soft skin of his lower abdomen. “You’re so beautiful. Sexy.”
“Not like you,” Justin groaned. “Love your body.”
Gabriel nipped him once and then moved lower, skipping over his straining cock to nuzzle his perfect furry balls. Justin’s legs fell open wider and he moaned. His hands gripped the plain blue comforter under him, doing nothing to hinder Gabriel’s slow inspection of his body.
“How much would Colton give to be right here right now?” Gabriel licked across one ball and then carefully sucked it into his mouth. Justin’s shout filled the room and his body shivered, straining to remain right where he was.
“He wouldn’t. Wouldn’t care,” Justin panted when Gabriel released his ball to move over to the other one. “Just want me to bend him over and fuck him. Quick orgasm. Nothing more.”
Kneeling on the floor, Gabriel slid his hands up the interior of Justin’s powerful thighs, loving the feel of the soft skin before it gave way to coarse brown hairs. He loved the sounds Justin made, the way he was so willing to simply hand himself over to Gabriel, to trust him so completely.
“That’s sad, because he’s missing all the best parts.”
Tightening his hands on Justin’s thighs, he slowly licked his way down his taint to that perfect little rosebud. He circled his hole, wringing more desperate cries out of Justin until he was repeating Gabriel’s name in a pleading chant, though it wasn’t exactly clear what he was begging for. Releasing one of his legs, Gabriel pressed his thumb firmly but gently against his hole.
“Fuck, G. I can’t…I need…”
His thumb slipped inside, held tight by the muscles. “We’re gonna have to take this slow. Loosen up these muscles so you’ll let me in.”
“G!”
He smirked before he started licking and sucking in earnest. With his other hand, he reached up and wrapped his long fingers around his cock. He stroked him slowly, letting the pre-cum coat his fingers to drag down along the shaft. Justin trembled and moaned under him. His hips moved so that he thrust into his hand and then pushed his ass back against his mouth.
Muscles loosened slowly. Gabriel pulled away to wet two of his fingers before shoving them deep into Justin’s ass. He crooked them, pushing briefly on his prostate. Justin cried out, his body becoming one tight muscle.
“Gonna come,” he warned desperately.
“Not yet.” He applied pressure to the base of Justin’s cock, staving off the orgasm, while pushing to his feet. He looked down at the sexy man lying naked on the bed, covered in a light sheen of sweat. The scene felt all the more wicked because he was still fully dressed except for his pants being open. “Lube and condoms?” he demanded.
“Some in my shaving case in the bathroom. Hurry.”
Gabriel ran to the bathroom, grabbed what he needed from Justin’s leather bag, and then ran back. He tossed both onto the bed, stopping right where he’d been standing before. Toeing out of his shoes, he ripped his sweater and T-shirt over his head while strong hands pulled at his pants. As soon as he could see, he found Justin sitting up in the bed, trying to get him out of his clothes. Gabriel’s cock sprang free and Justin immediately licked it, sending a sharp snap of pleasure racing through his body.
“Don’t! You’re making me stupid,” Gabriel growled, suddenly tangled up in his damn shirt. He couldn’t get his hands to the waistband of his pants and still keep his balance.
“Don’t want you stupid. Just hungry.”
With another snarl, Gabriel finally got free of his damn clothes and shoved Justin onto the bed. “Mission accomplished.” He snatched up the lube and poured some on his fingers before starting to press them into Justin. The man under him grabbed the back of his knees, wincing and keening softly at the invasion. Gabriel worked him slowly, stretching the muscles, loving the feel of being in control again.
Sex with Justin was different from anything he’d ever experienced. He loved to bottom with the man, handing over all control while Justin worked his body over like a master artist sculpted clay or stone. His beautiful face was so expressive, and the most amazing sounds tumbled from his throat, from cries of pleasure to pleading to angry threats if Gabriel was moving too slowly.
But most of all, he loved the absolute trust he saw whenever Justin met his gaze.
It didn’t matter what Colton said or believed about Gabriel. Justin trusted him to keep him safe, to treat him with kindness and love. And Gabriel vowed he’d never do anything to break that trust.
“G, I can’t wait.” Justin reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking it like he meant to pull the damn thing from his body.
Gabriel pulled his fingers free of Justin and snatched up the condom. He swore as his normally nimble fingers turned nearly useless in his haste. Rolling it on, he quickly applied lube to his cock and climbed onto the bed between Justin’s legs. While placing the head of his dick against Justin’s hole, he batted away the hand on Justin’s dick and wrapped his own lube-covered fingers around it.
“Don’t fucking tease me,” Justin snarled.
With a wicked grin, Gabriel stroked him while at the same time pressing slowly forward. Justin arched his back and moaned as Gabriel pushed against the first tight muscles, stretching him even wider. He kept up the movement, balancing Justin right along that wonderful edge of pleasure and pain. The feel of his body was so damn perfect. Hot and tight, squeezing his cock until he thought he’d lose his mind. He wanted to pound into his body
again and again until he finally screamed his own release, but the wait…the slow build would make it better for both of them.
When he was fully seated inside of Justin, he bent down, placing his free hand beside his head. Lips brushed against lips in slow, eating kisses. He could smell the soap Justin had used to wash. Some generic bland thing provided by the hotel, making him miss the body wash he’d brought with him. Something woodsy with a hint of mint. But the soap was starting to combine with the smell of sex and sweat and the musk that was simply Justin. The heady scent was intoxicating, making him even harder. He slowly pulled out and pushed back in equally slow, drawing out Justin’s groan.
“Jesus, G. I’m strung out so tight. Fuck me already. Make me feel it.”
Gabriel chuckled and repeated the move in the same slow fashion. “You telling me you can’t feel me?”
“No! That big cock of yours is filling me up,” he groaned. “But I need more. Make me yours.”
Gabriel kissed him roughly, hand gripping his jaw so he couldn’t move. He owned him in that kiss, marking Justin’s fucking soul. Then he pulled back and slammed home. He gave Justin exactly what he wanted. Fucked him hard enough that the headboard banged against the wall again and again. He didn’t give a shit who heard them. Wanted the world to hear Justin’s cries of pleasure, how he begged for more, begged to come.
Sweat covered their bodies so that they slid against each other as they moved. Justin lifted his hips, matching him stroke for stroke until Gabriel was sure he was going to explode. He quickened the pace of his hand on Justin’s cock, adding a little twist to the top as he reached the head each time. Justin gasped, his eyes flying open. Gabriel thought he wanted to get out a warning, but the words must have been trapped behind the shout. Cum splashed on their stomachs and across Gabriel’s hand.
As soon as Justin was finished, he withdrew from his body and ripped off the condom. Balanced on his knees, Gabriel rapidly stroked his own dick, pushing himself over the edge so that he spilled across Justin’s chest and stomach, adding to the pool already there.
Dizzy and deliciously sated, Gabriel ran one hand through the mess, rubbing it into Justin’s chest. “There. Now you’re definitely mine.”
With a wide grin, Justin grabbed Gabriel’s arm and pulled him down so that he was laying across Justin’s chest, getting Gabriel just as covered. “Marking your territory?” Justin teased as he kissed along his jaw. “Give me a little bit to recover, and then I’ll do the same to you.”
Gabriel smiled, nuzzling his face down in Justin’s neck. It really was his favorite way to lie against the man. It was like he could block out the whole world just by wrapping up in Justin. “If you want to mark me, lose the condom when you come inside of me next time.”
Justin surprised him by pulling away a little so that he could look at Gabriel’s face. “Really? You want to go bare?”
“It makes sense, doesn’t it? You are suggesting that we live together. Get a pack of dogs together. That all sounds rather monogamous to me. Unless you had other thoughts?”
“No! No one else!” Justin said quickly, making Gabriel smile. “You’re the only one I want.”
“Would you rather keep—”
“No! I guess I’m surprised.” His face furrowed up and he sighed. “I shouldn’t be, really. I just…I’ve never gone without…for anyone. For some reason, it doesn’t cross my mind when we’re together. It’s always about just being with you.”
“I’m glad we can share that first. I was last tested about a month before we met in Cincinnati, and it came back clean. You’re the only person I’ve been with since that test, but I can get another after we head home.”
Justin’s smile suddenly softened. “Home…” he whispered. He cleared his throat. “Yes, I’ll do the same too. You’re the only one I’ve been with in the past year, and I plan to keep it that way.”
“In the meantime, we should probably get cleaned up, so we’re not stuck to each other.” Gabriel started to push up so that he could climb out of the bed, but Justin grabbed his arm, stopping him.
“One more day. And then both of our lives start over.”
Gabriel forced a smile. He loved his man. And tomorrow night, he was walking into hell with him. If he thought walking away would keep Justin safe, Gabriel knew he’d be on the phone booking their flight back to the US in a heartbeat. After coming to terms with Nadia and her new life, the rest of it with Nicolai didn’t seem so important any longer. The low simmering hate and rage were still there, but they paled in comparison to what was growing between him and Justin. He wanted to embrace that new promise now rather than wallow in the blood and pain of the past.
But nothing would keep Justin safe so long as Nicolai was alive.
“One more day,” Gabriel repeated.
God help him if Justin didn’t make it. Gabriel would chase after his lover straight into heaven and steal him back if he had to.
Chapter 17
Gabriel didn’t trust Colton. It didn’t matter that he’d supplied them with ammunition. It didn’t matter that he knew how to shut off the cameras and motion sensors that swept the outer perimeter of the grounds for the Krestyanov home. He just didn’t trust the man.
And it had nothing to do with the fact that he was CIA.
Of course, being a member of the CIA certainly didn’t help Colton in Gabriel’s eyes.
And it had nothing to do with Colton’s warning against him. If he’d been in Colton’s shoes, he probably would have done the same thing.
No. There was just a niggling little feeling creeping along his spine and causing the hairs on his arms to stand up where the man was concerned.
The only thing he did feel confident about was Colton’s feelings for Justin. He wouldn’t jeopardize Justin’s life.
That was why Colton was assigned to Justin’s side when they split up. Colton was only too happy to watch Justin’s back. Gabriel was pretty sure Colton would put a knife in his if he teamed up with the fucker.
Crouched in the dark woods that lined the edge of the open yard leading to the massive three-story mansion, Gabriel glared at the house that rose up from the glittering snow like a monster from horror movies he’d sneaked into as a teen. It looked as if nothing had changed since he’d been a child.
But the dark memories that danced through his brain, they were nothing compared to the real monster that slumbered within its chambers. The back lawn had been a place for garden parties during the short summer months. All the attendants had been celebrities, billionaires, or powerful people within the government. All people who wanted to be on his father’s good side. People had dressed in their finest and put on fake smiles while stroking Nicolai Krestyanov’s ego.
And when the parties were over and he was home from school, the lawn had been a place of training. It became a makeshift firing range or sparring ground. Students had been brought in from the military to begin training a young, reckless Viktor in hopes of molding him into an emotionless weapon for Nicolai to wield against his enemies.
It worked.
For years, Gabriel had been nothing more than a weapon. A killer. He went quickly from the military to the SVR. His father had pulled strings and pushed through orders without ever consulting Gabriel. So long as he’d stayed in Russia, remained a Krestyanov, he’d had no choices in life.
Being assigned to Ivan had been a wonderful stroke of luck. Ivan had given him his first real taste of freedom, of what it meant to be a person. And he’d loved it. Loved Ivan in his own, twisted way.
Faking his death had been the only way to break free, to figure out what he wanted in life. Sadly, he’d not gotten far from the life of killing that his father had created for him. A mercenary wasn’t that different from an SVR agent. One assignment after another. One dead body after another.
Justin had been the first to show him that there was another way. That he could choose something else. That he could make a life that included a home and a day-to-day routine like
shopping and cleaning and laughing over cooking dinner. He’d not only fallen in love with Justin Mallory, but he’d fallen in love with the idea of shedding the old Viktor Krestyanov at last. To finally live for himself.
But that option had always come with a steep price. He knew to have it all, he’d have to return home one last time. Risk it all.
Glancing across the woods, he could barely make out the shapes of Justin and Colton as they crouched among the trees. He couldn’t make out their faces, but he could feel the heavy weight of Justin’s worried gaze. His lover was not pleased with the arrangement. He wanted to be at Gabriel’s side as they crossed through the house to their ultimate target. But neither one of them trusted Colton enough to leave him on his own.
The CIA agent claimed he wanted to help Gabriel take down his father, but Gabriel had a feeling that the man also wanted a look at Nicolai’s private study to see what kind of secret government information he could get his hands on since he was already in the neighborhood.
He looked down at his watch. It was 3:07 in the morning. His father and the servants would all be asleep. The cook would be getting up at five o’clock so she could have his father’s breakfast ready promptly at six fifteen. His father’s personal assistant would be rising at five thirty so he could be ready to start helping his father when he woke precisely at six. All of them moving day after day like precise clockwork, machines wound up and set into motion.
A small smile lifted the corners of his mouth. Tomorrow, that clockwork precision would come to a painful halt. The house would fall into chaos.
At 3:08, Gabriel stood and ran across the open lawn, his rubber-soled boots crunching through nearly a foot of snow that covered the grounds. He didn’t worry about the impressions giving away his progress toward the house. No one was walking the grounds; that kind of surveillance was left to the cameras and motion sensors. He breathed a sigh of relief as none of the floodlights flashed on at his approach. Colton had kept up his end of the bargain so far. He and Justin would break from the woods within the next few seconds.
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