Chapter 12 - Enzo
Enzo paced the small confines of the safe house living room. He had not been prepared for how disconcerting it would be to be inside the safe house and not part of the action. The action was where he usually spent his time. There was a violent asshole out there trying to do bad things to a man he inexplicably had developed some kind of feelings for, which made him, well, pace.
He knew thatMoss had made the right call in sending him to the safehouse. Enzo’s head was definitely not in the game, and he was slightly injured, but still. He turned and paced back across the room, unable to contain the jittery energy that made his muscles feel restless. Frustrated, he stalked to the window and looked out into the dense Northwest forest, then walked over to the kitchen and opened the fridge. But he didn’t want anything in the fridge, so he walked back to the window, cracking his knuckles.
India and Sean seemed completely unbothered by their confinement to a remote cabin in the mountains. India was munching an apple while typing on a laptop, frowning about something. Sean somehow looked arrogant even while lounging, his hand behind his head, stretched out on the couch, reading a book he had found somewhere. He was sexy as hell. Enzo wanted to crawl on top of him and kiss him until things felt better.
“Enzo, stop pacing. It’s irritating,” India said, setting her apple down and glaring at him. “If you open the fridge one more time, I’m going to show you my Krav Maga skills.” She was focused on the laptop, a pen shoved into her hair and her blue light glasses on, all geek. Even like that, Enzo wanted to do sexy things to her. “I know you want to be shooting at all the bad guys or fucking, but those aren’t your choices right now.”
Enzo glanced at Sean, who raised an eyebrow, but didn’t stop reading. “Honestly, I hadn’t considered fucking. Good call.”
India groaned. “Seriously?”
“Mmm, I think you could sit on my cock while you did that typing and it’d make me way less annoying.” This comment earned Enzo a hard stare from India and a smirk from Sean, who slowly and deliberately flipped the page of his book. So he had been listening after all. Enzo shoved Sean’s feet out of the way and flopped on the other end of the couch, facing the sexy CEO.
“You’re like a five-year-old with ADHD,” Sean said, without looking away from his book. “Do you need a cuddle?”
“Is that what they do for five-year-olds with ADHD?” India asked. But Enzo grinned and went for the cuddle, settling between Sean’s legs, his head resting on the other man’s stomach. Sean let out a slow breath, but kept reading, shifting a little, so he was more wrapped around Enzo.
India stared at them from her chair. “What the heck are you two doing?” she asked. Sean shrugged and kept reading his book, running a hand down Enzo’s back.
“I think we’re past acting awkward about being physical with each other, right?” Sean asked. “He’s mine, and he needed a cuddle.” Those words startled Enzo a little, and he met Sean’s eyes, noting that Sean looked equally startled.
“You do not seem like you’d be into cuddling,” India said.
“I love platonic cuddling. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Though with Sean, it makes me a little horny.” Enzo nuzzled Sean’s chest, feeling the steady pulse of the other man’s heartbeat. He didn’t want to admit how much the explosion had rocked him, along with finding India on the floor of the garage, and the gunshots that had clearly been aimed at Sean. Sean’s fingers traced the edge of the bandage on his arm, and Enzo wondered if he felt the same.
India rolled her eyes and went back to work on her computer, and Enzo and Sean continued the gentle touches, getting more and more wrapped up in each other, though Sean was still focused on his book. Enzo could spend a lot of days like this, wrapped up in Sean Blackstone, with their domme across the room watching them. Well, assuming she ever consented to being their domme.
“She’d be such a good domme for us,” he murmured against Sean’s ear, and Sean finally glanced over at India.
“Maybe,” Sean said. “But stop distracting her.” Sean finally set the book aside and slipped both of his arms around Enzo’s waist.
“When did you decide to not be an asshole?” Enzo asked, grinning.
“I had a bit of a scare this morning. I’m sure my normal personality will resume at any moment.” But the way Sean’s hands idly traced over Enzo’s body said something else entirely.
“Declan Blackstone?” India said suddenly, raising an eyebrow at Sean, and he cursed.
“My cousin? He’s a bit of a dick, but a murderous sociopath? That seems like a stretch. He teaches high school chemistry.”
She frowned. “All the digital trails point to him, but that doesn’t mean he’s the only one involved. I’m going to forward this info to my brother, and we can watch Enzo freak out because he’s not on the strike team.” Sean’s lips twitched again, and she glanced at him. “I’m surprised you’re so relaxed.”
“You know, I’m kind of enjoying not having to be in charge of anything,” Sean said. “Is that what it’s like to be a submissive?”
“Yep,” Enzo said. “What do we do now? Fuck?”
India rolled her eyes. “Enzo. Seriously?”
Enzo sat up and sighed. “Look, I’m trapped in a tiny cabin with two people I have strong feelings for, who I almost lost today. What do you expect? I want to be buried inside both of you.”
India gasped softly, and Sean stared at Enzo. “You have strong feelings for us both?” he asked quietly. Enzo instantly regretted saying that and stood, preparing to walk off to his room, but Sean caught up to him and tugged him around. He grabbed Enzo’s chin and held him, forcing eye contact.
Unable to resist, Enzo leaned in and kissed Sean, not just a passing show of affection this time, but something deep and real. Sean’s mouth was on his and it was everything. Desperation overtook them as they yanked at each other’s shirts. Enzo needed to be bare against Sean, needed the comfort of the other man skin-to-skin. Sean pulled back, breathing hard.
“You barely know me.”
“I know, and you’re straight,” Enzo said, grinning and kissing him tenderly, loving the way Sean’s bare chest pressed firmly against his. He was surrounded by that expensive sandalwood smell, by the sound of Sean’s harsh breathing, the rapid pulse of both of their heartbeats. Sean’s hands flexed around his waist, holding him close. The eye contact was intense, and Enzo knew Sean was on a post-traumatic emotional roller coaster and behaving out of character, but he couldn’t resist the man.
