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Jordan first goes to “his” bedroom to dump his overnight bag and then joins us in the living room. Once the door’s closed behind us, Leo hauls Jordan in for a kiss that makes me force myself not to rip Jordan from his arms, growl at Leo, and lick the side of Jordan’s face.

Somehow, I manage to wait my turn.

Wow, that’s alotof self-control for me.

When Leo releases Jordan I grab the boy and pull him in for a long, deep kiss that makes Jordan melt against me in a satisfying way.

“Welcome home, boy,” I murmur against his mouth.

His fingers dig into my back as he softly moans.

Jordan’s Sir mode isn’t getting his pet POTUS back just yet. Not until I’ve reclaimed every inch of his body first.

Over an hour later we’re all naked in bed, I’ve not only made Jordan come twice but I also put a load of my cum in his ass, and now he’s sated and sweetly sleepy, nestled in my arms and tucked against my body.

On the other side of the bed, Leo’s knowing smirk as he lies there, propped on one elbow and watching us, tells me everything. “Who’d a thunk you’d go from terrified he’d steal me from you in the beginning to growling at me when I tried to get a blowjob from him just now?”

Okay, soooo maybe I was more than a little growly and possessive there for a moment. But Leo did get his cock sucked and put a load down the boy’s throat.

Jordan’s fingers play with my chest hair. “Love you, Sir,” he sleepily says.

I tighten my grip around him and nuzzle his nose with mine. “Love you, too, boy. Missed you so much.”

He happily sighs. “Missed you, too…”

Annnnd he’s asleep.

Leo chuckles and tenderly kisses Jordan’s forehead before he kisses me on the lips. “That’s okay. I’ll put my own bruises on him tomorrow afternoon when we’re at the townhouse.”

Once the lights are off and I’m drifting to sleep my mind returns to those two words that filled me with cold dread before.

Grace Martin.

No.

IcannotbelievemyJordan—ourJordan—had anything to do with her death. Besides, the police cleared him and declared it an accidental overdose. With overwhelming evidence that’s all it was.

There might be a lot of shit people can get away with in this town but aiding and abetting the unnatural demise of a seated US Congressman is generallynotone of them.

Plus, Jordancouldn’tbe capable of that. He just…couldn’t.

Leo?

I mean, I don’t think Leo’s everdoneanything like that but I could see Leo beingpotentiallycapable of murder. He was trained on how to eliminate threats,duh. I also don’t think Leo would evermurdersomeone. Neutralize an immediate threat to me or Jordan if getting us to safety wasn’t the best option? Absolutely. He will always protect us.

Rat-fuck them to hell and back? I know damned well he’s done that.

But Jordan?Murder? The boy’s too kind-hearted, too sweet.

Sure, at work he’s focused, capable, determined, and even sadistic, but that’s not who hereallyis at the core of his soul no matter how well Sir can put me through my paces when I need Him to.

Shit, two close calls with danger damn near shut Jordan completely down with fear. Leo told me that. Both times he witnessed Jordan’s reactions and the aftermath first-hand. He helped Jordan through those times.

There is no reality in which I believe our Jordan is capable of murder. Maybe kill in self-defense, yeah, I could see that. Or trying to protect one of us, the way Kev threw himself in front of a bullet he thought was intended for Chris. I definitely could see Jordan doing that.

In his sleep Jordan snuggles even tighter against me. The composition of his soul is galaxies and lives from the world I’ve moved through and survived.

Of sighting down the barrel of a carbine and squeezing the trigger.