He shrugs, still rubbing the same spot. Despite the pain I can see etched in his face, his eyes move from my face down my body, and the way his eyes move across me tells me exactly what he’s doing; instead of thinking of all the ways he could fuck me, he’s looking at the scars. He’s sitting here struggling with the pain of being shot and he’s worried aboutmyinjuries from over fifteen years ago.
“Emeric,” Alastair finally says after a moment. “He helped me get set up at your house.”
Shock races through me. Seeing him here is surprising all by itself, but he’s already been to our house. “You went there before us?”
Alastair clears his throat, glancing away. “I’ve only been here for a couple hours - Denver, I mean. It’s busy, kind of like parts of Florida. Traffic is bizarre in the mountains.”
I fight back a smile, trying to keep up with everything he’s telling. Denver traffic is god awful in my opinion, but I didn’t have to deal with driving very often in Florida. I’m used to fighting with the lack of flow on I25. “You just got here? Where were you?”
He hesitates, glancing towards Vinny, and my back straightens. He mentioned the mafia…
“Does this have to do with Massimo?” I ask, the worst possible scenarios dancing through my head if he’s involved.
“No,” Vinny says before Alastair can. “Xeno is at odds with our Papa. I don’t think he would waste the resources bringing Alastair all the way out here. Xeno said there would be a gift here I would love.”
We look back at Alastair, who offers a sheepish smile. “Guess that’s me.”
My gaze softens, and something in my heart heals as I look at him, his eyes full of life as he stares back at me. The details aren’t important, not when I’ve learned how it feels to experience life without him. It’s different than knowing he’s in prison, alive but not really living.
He stands, but it takes a moment and Vinny ends up helping him up. It’s only when he’s upright and reaching for it that I even notice the cane.
Oh.
Alastair gives me a half smile, and my heart aches. “Don’t look so sad. The septic arthritis caused permanent damage. Better damaged than dead, right?”
Vinny snorts, and my eyes widen before I reach out and gently shrug him. “This isn’tfunny.”
He smiles, those bi-colored eyes drawing me in. I should let him get off his feet, or sit or go home or something -
My mind stops racing when he bends to kiss me again, and I melt into him. I definitely should be protesting more, trying to talk to him when I have so many questions, but my hands grip his instead and lean further into the embrace.
Vinny is behind me then, peppering my neck with kisses too, and it’s like that’s all we need to stop holding back. Alastair’s arm snakes around my waist, slamming me into him, and Vinny stays close until there’s no space left between us.
As he kisses me, I work the shirt off of him. Vinny’s helping me with mine, his hands dragging the hem of my shirt up. I lean away from Alastair’s lips just long enough for him to tear it over my head, and I pivot to catch my husband's lips next.
This feels familiar, like coming home to the place I belong. But with the absence of Sterling it makes me long for my Agent, too.
Vinny nips my lips, and I focus again. “Stay with us right here, darling.”
Alastair’s hands slide down my sides, and someone undoes my bra. It’s hard to focus on who has their hands where on me with Vinny kissing me again and Alastair’s lips skating over mine.
My mind scatters when Alastair moves to bite my neck, making me gasp, and the loose shorts I wore on the plane are yanked down my legs.
“Knees, Killer,” Alastair moans behind me as I kick away the clothes. I don’t even question the command, spinning until I’m in front of the two of them before I kneel.
Vinny always looks tall when I’m like this, but it’s been so long since I kneeled for Alastair too. When I sink down, I’m met with two big bodies that I’ve missed seeing before me.
My husband brushes back my hair, staring at me as Alastair watches. Now, it’s kind of like learning each other all over again, and I go for Alastair’s belt first. Vinny doesn’t mind, tightening his grip on my hair.
I undo his button and zipper with ease, pushing his belt out of the way. If I close my eyes it’s like no time has passed, and we’re just us again. As I tug him out and wrap my fingers around his length he groans and stumbles back a step, gripping the desk.
I chuckle to myself, glancing up through my lashes. “You can always tell me if it’s too much.”
His gaze darkens, and then my lips are around him and his head falls back so I can’t see his eyes anymore. Twirling my tongue around his head makes his hips move gently against me, and I smile to myself before taking him deep in my throat.
There’s the sound of another belt, and I sigh contentedly before pulling back from Alastair as he moans. He’s sensitive, and I wonder what it would be like to not sleep with someone you love for years and years before coming back to them. Hissensitivity makes a thrill shoot through me, because after all this time I can still do amazing things to him.
When I look over, my husband has moved beside us, his pants undone as well and I don’t waste any time turning to stroke his cock. They both fit just right in my hands, and I place a kiss on Vinny’s tip before sucking him into my mouth, pumping my hand over Alastair.
