Page 5 of Edge (Killers Inc. #2)

Edge’s mouth moved to Mickey’s neck. The sound of Mickey’s ragged breathing fed his lust. Edge pushed Mickey’s shirt up his torso.

He wanted to have Mickey shirtless again, especially since he was touching him this time.

To his surprise, Mickey used the strength of his core to roll slightly upward and whip his shirt over his head.

As he tossed it aside, Edge peeled off his shirt and then went back to exploring Mickey’s body with his mouth.

Mickey’s hands moved back to Edge’s waist as if he wanted to touch bare skin.

Then his fingers traced the line of Edge’s jeans until he reached the button.

He went to work, sliding it loose before pulling the zipper down.

Edge kept his weight on his knees, so Mickey had room to work.

Unfortunately, that was where he stopped.

It was as if they were taking turns pushing past boundaries.

Edge sat back on his heels and went to work on the front of Mickey’s jeans.

Mickey breathed hard, as if he had run a marathon and stopped for a break.

He looked sexy as fuck and turned on. Edge didn’t know where to look.

Everything about him called for Edge’s inspection.

Then he had Mickey’s erection free. He had a really nice dick.

Edge was kind of a mess of desperation, but he didn’t want to show it.

“You should take off your pants.” At Mickey’s rough-sounding words, as if he had been eating gravel, Edge realized this was real. They were together. This would happen. The moment felt surreal for some reason, as if he had stepped outside himself and let a stranger take over.

“How exactly do you see this going?” He hated to ruin the mood and pace, but they didn’t know each other.

Not really. Mickey was a lot more dominating than Edge expected.

While there was nothing Edge hadn’t done, he definitely had his preferences, and he had a bad feeling Mickey’s were the same. Either way, Edge was still in.

Mickey didn’t look the least bit taken out of the moment. In fact, he looked twice as aroused, as if communication was his kink. “Honestly. I don’t even understand it myself, but I really want you to fuck me.”

Damn. It was just as Edge thought. Mickey wasn’t a bottom, but he wanted that with Edge.

That was a lot of trust and that was exactly what Edge needed.

His past was ugly. It had been made much uglier by falling in love with a different blond-haired and green-eyed beauty.

That love had been a weakness that nearly destroyed his mind.

He didn’t know if he could let go of control again.

Not completely, anyhow. There were so many things he didn’t know if he was ready for with Mickey, but this—this he could do.

Edge stroked Mickey’s cock, keeping him in the moment. “If you decide you don’t want this, just say so. There are so many ways I can make you fly. If you get uncomfortable, say the word.”

“I’m not worried.”

Damn. He was beautiful. Edge climbed from the bed and stripped while Mickey watched. Once nude, he opened the bedside drawer and grabbed the lube and a condom. Mickey scrambled his way out of his pants at the sight.

Edge bit back a smile. He couldn’t say Mickey didn’t know what he wanted. The moment he was back on the bed, Edge positioned himself between Mickey’s thighs. While sitting back on his heels, he opened the lube. “I’m going to talk through everything I do.”

Mickey’s sexy green eyes never wavered from him.

The flush across the bridge of his nose and cheeks made the green pop.

Edge was hooked. There was a sickness inside him even he didn’t want to look at too closely.

Memories wanted to float to the surface and choke him.

He wasn’t a prisoner any longer. No one would punish him for this obsession.

With his fingers thoroughly soaked, he circled Mickey’s asshole, wetting him and getting ready to stretch him.

“Why me?” The question popped from Edge with zero good sense or permission from his brain. It was like he wanted to ruin the night. He didn’t expect Mickey would answer.

Mickey shocked him with his quick response. “Because of how you’re looking at me right now.”

Edge didn’t need him to expound. He knew exactly how he looked at Mickey.

There was no hiding the sick level of desire that choked him every time he stared at Mickey.

Only having him would ease the gnawing at his gut.

Unfortunately, as he slipped one finger inside Mickey, he feared for what was left of his sanity as he realized having him wouldn’t be enough.

He was more frightened of himself than he had ever been, and that should terrify Mickey.

Edge curled his finger. He knew he hit the right spot by the way Mickey turned twice as sexy. He swallowed air—like a drowning man.

“When I’m inside you, this is my goal. I want to see when I’m at this perfect angle, hitting this exact spot.

” He worked a second finger inside and then a third.

Edge did his best to ease Mickey into things.

He didn’t put on his condom until he was certain Mickey could take him.

“If I’m not giving you exactly what you need, say so. I only want to make you feel good.”

He was so quiet. So accepting.

Edge needed to hear Mickey’s pleasure. He led his cock to Mickey’s asshole.

Edge studied his every reaction, backing off when he thought he might be hurting him and pushing forward when Mickey looked ready for more.

The guy was so fucking tight, he had sweat coating Edge’s skin while he called on every ounce of patience he possessed.

Thankfully, years of waiting for the perfect shot and planning missions in minute detail had him prepared for the task.

Edge knew the instant he hit that sweet spot.

A sexy low moan escaped Mickey. “Yes. Like that.”

Oh, fuck. He nearly came at the neediness in Mickey’s voice. Edge drew a shaky breath as he made some shallow pumps, hitting where Mickey needed him while also trying to slow the oncoming orgasm. Mickey had him weak.

“You’ve got me dangerously close to disappointing you.”

Before Edge saw it coming, Mickey snagged his hair and hauled him forward.

“Then blow. I know you’ll make me come one way or another.

” His tongue shoved its way into Edge’s mouth and Edge was gone.

He forgot everything but the way Mickey felt on his dick and the animalistic way he kissed.

Edge felt devoured in a way he couldn’t explain.

It was like Mickey stole his soul. In two thrusts, he was crying out and shaking in Mickey’s arms. His whole body jerked with the power of his orgasm.

He made sounds he never had. The pleasure dancing on his cock was like heroin.

Edge already knew he would beg for more.

The moment he regained an ounce of sense, Edge had to make Mickey feel every bit as good.

Pride demanded Mickey lose himself every bit as much as Edge had.

He didn’t waste a second. Edge was down Mickey’s body with Mickey’s dick in his mouth before an ounce of sweat cooled.

Mickey writhed beneath him. He moaned, begged, and babbled things even Edge couldn’t understand.

His muscles clenched and Edge swallowed Mickey’s cock.

Mickey’s body nearly jackknifed from the bed as he jerked hard enough to pull a muscle.

He cried out as Edge drank every drop of cum Mickey gave him.

Then, somehow, they were a tangle of sweaty arms and legs as their tongues played.

A surge of happiness ran through him and settled into his chest. His eyes burned.

Edge found something in Mickey’s arms that he thought he had lost a long time ago. He needed more than just one night.