Page 78 of Out of Control

Yes, the sex had been exhausting, but this was something else. A rightness deep in his soul. A void filled. He’d needed someone—no, Drago specifically—to take control of him like that and remind him who he was, for a very long time.Thiswas who he was.

He wasn’t actually sure he could stand, let alone walk, at the moment.

Eventually Drago pushed up and away from him. The blindfold lifted off his eyes, and he blinked up at Dray.

“Welcome back,” Drago murmured, smiling a little.

“Uh-huh.”

“I’m going to go wash off. Stay there if you’d like, or you can join me.”

It took him a moment after Drago strolled over to the sink and turned on the faucet to gather himself enough to push upright. His body ached, but given how thoroughly Drago had used it, he couldn’t complain. He was grateful that Drago had looked out for his safety and comfort the way he had. It wasn’t as if he’d been in a headspace to look out for himself.

He wandered over to the sink and was startled when Drago reached for his now flaccid cock. Dray wrapped a warm wash rag around it and gently washed it off. “Want me to get your ass?”

“Nah. I’ll get it.”

Spencer watched as Drago soaped up the wash cloth and then ran it all over Spencer’s body. Without comment, Dray rinsed the rag, wrung it out, and passed it to him. Spencer pressed the hot cloth against his aching posterior. The heat felt amazing and relaxed the rather bruised and abused flesh.

Drago murmured, “I never get tired of looking at you. You’re Greek-statue material, man.”

“Thanks, but I doubt that.”

“Listen to your lover. I know a beautiful man when I see one.”

“I think you’re beautiful too,” he added quickly, “in a masculine way.”

Drago smiled a little. “I’m secure enough in who I am not to mind being called beautiful. I may not agree, but I appreciate the compliment.”

He stood there while Drago massaged his entire wet body, running his strong hands all over him, kneading away sore muscles and aches with his strong, knowing fingers. Even in his state of total sexual exhaustion, his dick stirred a little.

Drago chuckled as Spencer’s cock lifted slightly. “Patience, little buddy. Your turn will come to fuck me.”

“Whose dick are you calling little?” Spencer demanded.

“Get a couple of good fucks under your belt and you’re all full of yourself now, are you?” Drago replied, sounding lazy and relaxed and ever so self-satisfied.

“Payback’s a bitch,” Spencer muttered direly.

“Give it your best shot. I dare you,” Drago replied immediately.

Spencer’s gaze lifted to his lover’s. “You’re going to be sorry you said that.”

“Oh yeah? Double dare.”

Chapter Fourteen

DRAGO ABSENTLYaccepted a piece of cheese, a sharp white cheddar, that Spencer passed across the table on the blade of his Ka-Bar knife. He never took his gaze off the document he was reading on Fayez Khoury’s encrypted laptop.

“Anything interesting?” Spencer asked.

“Khoury and his teammates were definitely planning to attack an American military base. While a high-value American official was there.”

“Does the plan say where or who they were targeting?”

“Not this one. He refers to an email with details in it, though.”

“If you copy the emails onto a thumb drive, I’ll load them on the other laptop and start going through them,” Spencer offered.