But we didn’t have more time. We had tonight.
Resolve skimmed across his features before he dipped his head in a solemn nod. “I accept,compañero.”
My chest swelled with pride and anticipation, but I tamped down my feelings. I turned to the pain-in-the-ass Irishman instead, head cocked and eyebrows lifted in curiosity. Another man who had no business taking up my thoughts, and yet, the green-eyed taunting fucker continued to live there rent free.
He was the perfect puppet to carry out Aaron’s “punishment.”
“You have a hell of a lot of proving yourself to do,” I began, settling deeper into the chair. “But you proved enough to me today to trust you beyond your cock.”
Pouty lips pursed in response, and a slight blush crept over his cheekbones. He nodded his head in recognition before breaking out into the signature smug grin that made me want to kiss him and spank his ass raw.
“Aye, Conan. As long as you keep trusting my cock too, yeh?”
Fucking brat. I’d use that against him here in a second. He needed a little lesson insubmission too.
Through this exchange, Hill remained silent, watching the three of us with tired eyes and a brittle expression. Like us, she’d walked through the ten circles this past week, and the toll it took on her body and mind was visible.
I’d see if I could distract her from her pain for a little while. She could watch, but she wasn’t allowed to touch.
“Adjust the bed, so he’s lying down.” I commanded Lauchlan, who still stood next to Aaron’s bedside. Without hesitation, he fiddled with the buttons with his good hand on the side of the hospital bed to slowly level it down to a flat position.
“Take off his boxers.”
Questioning brows lifted on both men, and I met a side-eye from Hill, but Lauchlan did as I commanded, slowly rolling the black fabric down Aaron’s thick thighs, exposing his swelling dick as he went.
Aaron’s skin was free from blood and sweat, and the thick gauze across half of his stomach had been removed, exposing a vicious line of violent, angry stitches. I clenched my fist in anger, and tore my gaze from the evidence of his pain. Instead, I focused on the stiff cock in front of me.
I’d felt that cock in Hill’s pussy, the thick mushroom head kissing the top of mine inside her channel, the ridges rubbing over mine every time I thrust against him. My own cock thickened in my pajama pants, painfully pressing against the cotton.
I’d seen all of Aaron’s body in the shower after our threesome—each sculpted plane of muscle lean and honed for lethal use, unlike my body sculpted for brute strength and violence. He held a raw masculinity while remaining subtly soft. His thick dark lashes and pillowy lips made him seem more like a model than a trained killer.
Fucking hot.
Lauchlan looked expectantly at me, awaiting his next instruction. I leaned back against the wall, crossed my ankles, and folded my arms in a poor attempt to lookcasual. With Aaron splayed naked and vulnerable before us, I was anything but.
I dipped my head toward the gym bag by the door. “Grab the resistance bands in my bag. Four of them.”
Curiosity sparked in Killer’s blue eyes. She could see where this was going—and her lack of protest meant she was allowing it to continue. Not that I would let her stop me at this point. We were seeing this through regardless of how she felt about it. It was my punishment to deliver.
Lauchlan did as I asked, accepting he was now my go-fer. He pulled out the varying colors of thick elastic and held them up in his hands questioningly.
“Spread his limbs and tie them to each corner of the bed,” I directed, pressing my back harder against the wall to relieve some of the compression in my pants. It wasn’t working.
“Are we participating in another torture porn, Kell-Bell?” He grinned and proceeded with his task. Hillary watched his awkward one-handed attempt for the first band and then stepped in to assist, tenderly securing the elastic fabric around Aaron’s wrists and ankles, spreading him open for me before standing back to become an observer once again.
Aaron didn’t resist, accepting his fate without objection, his cock visibly harder with each tie. He winced when Hillary and Lauchlan moved his right leg into place, but his expression remained stoic otherwise. Completely neutral, except for the steel shaft jutting up with a slight curve toward his belly button.
Aaron was attractive fully clothed, but naked, he could take a man’s breath away. Jagged. Solid. Strong. Masculine with the most subtle touch of softness. I wouldn’t get to touch him tonight, but it was a denial of self, my punishment for failing to act. Lauchlan had gotten us out tonight—not me. Shame threatened to smother my lust, butI buried it for now. I had plenty of time to dissolve in its acid later.
Untying my pants, I pulled out my cock, pre-cum weeping at the tip, and stroked down my length with a lazy pull. I wished I had a camera to film him, to capture the eroticism of the moment to relive again.
When I wasn’t around anymore to share it with them.
“Look at me,” I commanded, drawing Aaron’s gaze to my own. His stare fell to my exposed erection, watching it with unveiled interest as I continued to relieve some of the growing pressure.
“Eyes on me,Guapo.”
Heat flared to life in his eyes, transforming his neutrality to unfiltered lust.
