“Not here.” I am quick to clarify when his expression sinks. “But in the bedroom, absolutely.”
Walker scrambles off of me and drags me to my feet. We kick out of the tangled bunches of apparel at our ankles and lose the top halves of our clothes along the way to the bedroom.
Once in position on the bed, I start things just like when we were in the bath, cocks aligned to slowly rut, hands wrapped around Walker’s cheeks so my fingers can caress between them, prodding and preparing him. Only unlike in the bath, this time, when I feel that he is open enough, I roll a condom onto my prick, lift him up and over it, and sit him right back down with it sheathed inside him.
“Yes…Please,Daddy…”
“That’s my good boy,” I say again. And again.
Andagain.
He rocks so unashamedly atop me, and because he is being such a good boy, I wrap my fingers around his cock and pump it in time to my thrusts. Together, we reach even more bliss whileWalker rides me until he is whimpering mess like he was on the phone, and we finish together with me still inside him.
Pure. Fucking. Bliss.
Yet somehow, I feel even more blissful afterward, clean and content beneath the covers, holding Walker against me in a comfortable spoon. I expected he might overindulge tonight at his little party he told me about, but my remedy has him quite sober now and less likely to be miserable in the morning.
He is tired, I am as well, but rather than drift off, we talk about my time away. Simple, normal boyfriend things to discuss, like how my mother is, what I saw on assignment, what other fascinating things I discovered besides phallic-shaped chocolates. Even the mere mention of them again makes Walker chuckle.
Until he asks his next question.
“And the, um, other part of your job? If you did it, I mean?”
“You don’t need to know about that, remember?” I kiss Walker’s temple. Then the thin line of his scar. “You don’t really want to hear about it, do you?”
“Yes.”
“Yes… what?” For once I am not prompting Walker to say,yes, Daddy, but his mouth twitches like he was almost going to anyway, just as I was reminded of that repetition too.
“Yes… I need to know,” he says instead, because I needed to know he was certain, “I want to hear about it, because what my boyfriend does on his off hours is exactly what had me losing my mind all week. I’m sorry.” He shifts in my hold to face me. “I get it, but I don’t, because it’s still really fucking difficult to reconcile, okay? Kind of the first thing you learn growing up is that killing iswrong. And part of me thinks I have to be crazy to even consider overlooking something that fundamental all because I… really like you.” He finishes with another haplesslaugh and shakes his head. “I know you only kill bad people, people who you think deserve it, never innocents, but—”
“I didn’t say I have never killed an innocent.”
Walker’s face turns visibly paler. “…what?”
This is probably not the best time to bring it up, but I don’t want Walker believing a lie.
As his eyes widen and his breath quickens, he pushes up into a sitting position to stare down at me. “You’ve killed innocent people before?”
“Only when necessary.”
“How many?”
I hesitate but not because I don’t know the number. I am continuing to take chances on Walker, but I promised him I would never lie to him again. “Four. Over a decade of ridding this world of literal filth, there have only been four casualties of collateral damage, wrong place, wrong time, or someone who got too close to discovering the truth about me. I consider those losses worth the trade off.”
Walker is looking more green than pale now, as if enough of his inebriation lingered just to make his current nausea worse. “What about the detective?”
“You said he wasn’t a problem anymore.”
“He still could be! He’s like freaking Columbo. What if he keeps pushing and poking around?”
“Then I’ll take care of it.”
“You can’t kill a cop!” Walker is smart enough to not actually yell those words, but the fierce whisper-yell he chooses still gets his panic across.
I slowly sit up beside him. “I can if necessary, and I will if necessary. But that is why you do not need to know about this. I can protect you—” I try to brush Walker’s tousled hair from his forehead, but he lurches out of reach.
“Tell me about the four. Tell me who they were. Tell me why you killed them.”
