Page 13 of Zero Divergence
Royce turned him around to face the mirror. Sawyer disobeyed Royce’s earlier wishes and allowed his eyes to roam away from Royce’s face. How could he resist watching Royce’s hand stroking his cock or teasing his exposed nipple? He couldn’t. Royce’s erection was pressed insistently against his ass, making Sawyer throb and ache to be filled.
“Any day now, dickhead,” Sawyer moaned.
Royce chuckled as he reached around him to grab the lube off the dresser. “So impatient.”
Royce seemed particularly cautious while stretching and prepping Sawyer’s ass. “As we’ve already discussed, my ass isn’t broken. Fuck me already.”
“I’m only giving in because my balls are ready to burst,” Royce replied.Yeah, sure. That’s why.Royce gently cupped Sawyer’s face with one hand while guiding his dick inside Sawyer’s tight ass with the other. “Eyes on me, baby.”
Sawyer couldn’t have looked away from those stormy eyes if his life had depended on it. Royce’s mercurial irises darkened to reflect the passion building inside him as he slowly reclaimed Sawyer, working his dick in and out of his tight clench. Royce’s stiff posture, clamped jaw, and the fine sheen of sweat covering his body revealed the energy he was expending to hold himself back. Sawyer couldn’t accept that. He arched his spine, pushing his ass against Royce and meeting his every thrust.
“My little control freak. You play dirty,” Royce growled.
“I play for keeps. Show me you want that too.”
Royce’s grip on Sawyer’s chin and hip turned bruising, but Sawyer hadn’t felt more alive in weeks. “Always mine,” Royce growled, increasing the tempo. Their bodies slapped together hard enough to vibrate the dresser and knock a bottle of cologne onto the floor. Sawyer still couldn’t look away from Royce’s eyes as his climax built inside him, the pleasure bordering on pain.
“Always,” Sawyer said as he came, pulling Royce over the edge with him. Sawyer was too blissed out to worry about the fall.
“I got you,” Royce said softly, wrapping his arms around Sawyer’s torso and supporting his weight.
“God, we needed that.”
“I hope you didn’t mess up Connie’s handiwork, or you’ll be in trouble tomorrow.”
Sawyer snorted. “She’s not so scary.”
“If you say so. I have the insane desire to salute her every time she walks into the room.”
Sawyer turned in Royce’s hold and kissed him. “Well, she was an army nurse.”
“That explains it.”
“I have a great idea,” Sawyer said. Royce waggled his brows, making him laugh. “How about you help me clean up so I can get started analyzing the files you brought home. Some boyfriends bring home flowers and wine. Not my guy. He brings home murder files.”
“Nothing but the best for baby,” Royce teased. “I have a better idea. Why don’t I help you get cleaned up so we can lounge around in bed or on the couch and eat cake or ice cream? There has to be a show on about a sunken ship with untold fortunes buried in the sea.”
“Too typical. What about a forgotten, buried city in a South American jungle? A bountiful treasure is buried at the heart of the ruins, but you have to outsmart and survive the werepanthers protecting it.”
“Bountiful treasures and werepanthers. Somebody got lost in an audiobook today.”
Sawyer shrugged. “Guilty. What kind of ice cream did you buy?”
“Rocky road and mint chip.” His favorite flavors and both would go great with the leftover cake. It was a miracle he hadn’t eaten the entire thing while Royce was at work. Sawyer hummed happily, and Royce kissed his lips. “You can start digging through the files once the television show puts me to sleep. Shouldn’t take long.”
Sawyer laughed. “Deal.”
He dreamed Sawyer was tickling his face with a feather. No matter how he turned his head or how many times he batted it away, Royce couldn’t evade it. The dream was so annoying it woke him from a deep sleep only to discover the tip of Bones’s tail brushing against his face. The colossal cat sat on the bedside table as he was prone to do, staring down at Royce like he was the village idiot.
“Knock it off,” Royce grumbled. When he rolled over to see if Sawyer was witnessing his cat’s behavior, Royce saw the pillow beside his was empty. The bathroom light wasn’t on, which meant Sawyer wasn’t in the master suite. Checking the time, he saw it was nearly four in the morning.A stupid person would’ve chalked up Bones’s action as coincidence, but Royce knew the truth. The beast was worried about his favorite human. “Good call, buddy,” Royce said, scratching the cat behind his ears, earning amrrtsound in return.
Royce didn’t bother putting clothes on since the chance of shocking Sawyer’s mother at such an early hour was slim. He hooked a right and headed farther down the hallway where soft light spilled onto the hardwood floor through the door Sawyer had left open a crack. Bones ran ahead of him like he usually did when it was time to eat, confirming Royce’s suspicions. The cat checked to make sure Royce was still following, then pushed open the door and darted inside Sawyer’s home office.
“It’s not time to eat, Bonesington,” Sawyer said, which was followed by, “Oh,” when Royce entered a few steps behind the cat.
“Hi.”
“Um, hi.” Sawyer sounded nervous, but why?