Page 150 of Naughty November
“So was yours.”
I swallowed, letting my head fall back against the bathroom wall, but Parrish made an unhappy noise in the back of his throat, pulling me close to him again.
“Don’t do that,” he chided, no real heat or warning in it. “Don’t…go.”
“This is absurd.”
The corner of his mouth twitched into a wry smile. “I have to admit that I find it absolutely endearing that you find everything else we’ve done together tolerable, but the idea of me loving you and wanting to stay with you is the absurdity.”
“The other things…”
“Are not absurd either,” he said before I could demean the way we liked to fuck. “You’re allowed to like what you like. And so am I. You’re also allowed to love what you love…whoyou love…”
Parrish trailed off again, leaning close and brushing his mouth over mine. It was less of a kiss and more of a question, which I answered bysliding my hands up the curve of his back and spearing my tongue into his mouth. He groaned, pumping his hips down over mine and changing the angle of my head so he could kiss me the way he wanted.
That was the thing about Parrish. I’d realized long ago it was his way or no way, and it was only by some twist of fate that we were cut from the same cloth.
“God, I want you again,” he moaned into my mouth, reaching between us and curling his fingers around both of our cocks. “I want you more than I want to breathe.”
“I don’t think I can come again,” I warned, bucking off the floor so rough he almost fell right into the toilet.
Still close, he smiled against my lips.
“Those are dangerous words, Niko, because to me that sounds like a challenge.”
He flicked his wrist, tightening the pressure around the middle of our cocks and I cried out, another fresh wave of tears rolling down my cheeks. I loved Parrish and he loved me, and I wanted to come for him more than anything, but I didn’t know if I could.
“Make me,” I rasped, screwing my eyes closed against the pain of his touch. “Make me come.”
TEN
PARRISH
It took me two months to tie up all my loose ends at home and get all the paperwork sorted to allow my move to America. It would have been a longer process, but thankfully money talked and I had plenty of it. I’d spoken to Niko every day since he told me he loved me, but I hadn’t been entirely honest with him.
I hadn’t told him I was ready to move.
That I already had.
Christian knew, but I’d sworn him to secrecy. He’d been beyond pleased to find out I’d been fucking his bodyguard behind his back, but I think that was just because he knew I’d keep Niko’s attention where itreallybelonged.
On me.
It was through Christian I’d found out Kale had planned them a date night to The Black Door, where I’d watched Niko sulk through their dinner, his attention only slightly perking up when the trio got to the club. They checked in and I tailed them inside, close enough to keep my eyes on them but far enough back to not be seen. At the bar,Kale exchanged some hushed words with Niko, then took Christian to a private room.
Niko frowned down at his water with lemon, pulling his phone out of his pocket. Two seconds later, my phone buzzed in my pocket and I was helpless to stop myself from smiling.
Niko: Are you up?
I waited a minute to reply.
Me: I am.
Niko: It’s late where you are.
Me: Not so bad.
I grinned, snaking my way around the perimeter of the room until I found an empty seat in the corner.