Page 81 of King's Barber
I shook my head. “That’s not good enough. Come have something to eat. We got ribs and shit.” I tugged his hand, forcing him over toward the barbeque and Hound, who used the tongs to salute him.
“I hope you don’t have shit.” He winked at me, and I snorted.
“You’ve been around me too long, killer. Your humor’s getting worse.”
He rolled his eyes and thanked Hound with a nod of his head when the tall, bulky guy passed him a plate of ribs. We walked back toward my spot together, and I took a seat, dragging him onto my lap. The Uno game was over; everyone had thrown their cards in.
Quain leaned over to press a kiss to KC’s cheek, making him cringe away. I didn’t miss how he stared in the direction of Oli and his mom nearby, who were enjoying a conversation with one of the other part-time brothers. Oli was looking right back at KC, though, smiling tenderly.
“Pa,” he whined, gaze shooting around to look at the others. “Don’t kiss me here.”
“Uh-oh, he’s growing up. He won’t accept his dad’s kisses anymore,” Quain joked, and we all laughed.
“How long are you home for?” I asked, smoothing my hands down his back. His weight was comfortable in my lap and I liked having him in my arms. This was the first assignment he’d been on since we’d gotten together and I’d learned the truth, and it’d been too long. I wasnotthe fretting type, but I missed this cute bastard. He was all I thought about whenever I got the chance, and my hand would be happy for a break.
“Depends. I thought I might take a small vacation. Not long. Six months maybe, help Jorge run the salon for a little while. The sales are down, and I’m not happy with the profits I’m seeing, so he needs some help.” He leaned back against me and nudged his nose against my cheek. “I miss you, as well.”
“Yeah?” I grabbed his chin and held it tightly in my hands as I kissed him again, ignoring the mockingawwscoming from some of my brothers. “Missed you, too. Want to go somewhere?” I waggled my brows at him.
His eyes lit up and he passed the untouched plate of meat to KC, who took it with wide eyes. Quain stood and turned to grab my wrist, dragging me to my feet. “Come on, let’s go find a room.”
KC scrunched up his nose in our direction. “Ew.”
King pointed at us. “Hey, no funny business in my house. I’ll kick both your asses. Someone already had fun in my room at the clubhouse a few months back and….” He broke off, staring at me carefully. Standing, his jaw tightened. “Why are you grinning like that, Barber?”
I hadn’t even realized I was. Wiping the smile off my face, I tugged Quain toward me, taking a step back as realization passed over King’s face.
“Was ityou?” he roared.
“Fuck, let’s move, killer.” I yanked at a laughing Quain, dragging him behind me as I ran toward the front of the end of the line of cars that went down the road past the driveway where I was sure Quain’s car was waiting. King was right behind us, calling me all the names under the sun.
“I’m gonna cut off your balls, Barber. Who the hell cares about the punishment? I’d clean the shitter for a year to castrate you.”
Dallas was following King, trying to keep him calm and pull him back, giving us the chance to make our escape. Quain took the driver’s seat of his new BMW, laughing when I reached across him to lock the doors with the central locking.
King pounded on my window with his fist. “Barber, come out of there, you fucker. Was it you and Beaumont?”
Quain tapped on his phone. “I’m just messaging KC to meet us at home later. He brought the truck, right?”
“Yeah. Shit. Let’s go. King will kill me.” I leaned back in my seat, shaking my head at King. “It wasn’t us, I swear.”
“You fucking liar. I swear to God, I’m going to put my foot up your ass.”
Dallas waved his hand, gesturing us to go. “I’ll cool him down. Give him a drink.Go.”
Quain shook his head and hit the ignition, the new BMW roaring to life. He took off, leaving King and Dallas behind as he took the narrow road away from the cabin. I reached over and grabbed his hand in mine, entwining our fingers.
“I missed you while you were gone,” I murmured seductively, leaning closer. “I don’t think I’m going to make it home. How about you pull over and we can suck each other’s cocks.”
Quain glanced at me from the corner of his eye and smiled. “Yeah?” He turned the steering wheel, guiding the car to the side of the road and turning off the ignition. Snow had started to dance in the air outside, falling from the sky in an elegant frolic with the wind. I hated winter because it meant I’d be riding my bike less, but at least I had Quain home to snuggle with.
I winked as I unzipped my pants, pulling out my half-hard cock and waving it. “I could use your mouth.”
He rolled his eyes. “Such a romantic, Luke.” He cupped my cheek, kissing me, and I groaned against his mouth. “I love you.”
The words made me jolt backward. “What?”
He smiled unapologetically. “I said I love you. I missed you while I was away. You and KC, but especially you. It’s new having you to miss, and I like it.”
Warmth spread through me and I let go of my cock to cup his face. Slamming my mouth against his, I shoved my tongue between his lips, devouring him in every little way I could. And when I was done with him, he was panting. “I love you too, killer.” His smile stole my breath, and I didn’t know if I wanted to keep making out with him or fuck him right here in the car. Maybe both. “So, how about that blow job?”
Quain’s laughter filled the small cab. “Like I said, a romantic. You’re lucky I love sucking your cock.” He unclicked the seatbelt and shifted to get into a more comfortable spot. Excitement speared through my gut, making my cock twitch to life.
It was a strange sensation—to be in a relationship with someone, especially someone who’d been hired by my father toprotectme. But I liked it. The whole thing felt right and it didn’t hurt that Quain was hot. He alsolovedme apparently, and I felt the same way. How long had I wanted him? Who knew. Maybe since he first moved into the store next door. It didn’t matter, though, because I was happy and perfectly content in every fucking way.
Quain Beaumont, assassin for the Society, was mine.
I threw my head back when his lips touched the head of my cock. “Yeah, baby. Right there.”