“I saw the way you looked at him. He means something to you, and if he means that much to you, I won’t deny you. Besides, now that I’m your husband, he’ll treat you better. He’s competitive.”
“Because you’re so great?”
“I am, but that’s not why. He’ll want you to fall in love with him first.”
“What makes you think I’ll fall in love with either of you?”
“I honestly don’t know if you ever will, but that doesn’t mean he won’t try.”
I laugh. “If you think this is going to make him nicer, guess again. Merrick only has one setting and that’s asshole. He may have saved me from his father, but that doesn’t make him not a dick. Fuck, he was even a dick while doing it.”
“You like assholes, babe.”
“Yeah, usually.” He’s done cleaning me up, so I trade him, picking up a cloth, dipping it into water. His dick’s coated with my greasy slick and his own cum.
“You should be cleaning that off with your mouth.”
His voice is like thunder clouds crashing together. “Shit, Zhang.” Fuck do I like this dirty version of him.
A warm hand slides along my cheek, holding me in place. “I’m not an asshole, but I am dominant as fuck. Now get your mouth on my cock, and I don’t ever want to see you attempting to clean it off with anything else.”
I fucking love that hangingor else. Those kinds of “or elses” are what I live for. “Yes, fucking, Sir.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
Atlanta
Gemini refuses to pull my knife out of the wall for me. He didn’t say he wouldn’t, he’s too obedient for that, but he hasn’t done it despite my repeated orders. That’s as good as bratting off in my books, and Gemini is no brat. I know what’s going on.
“I’m not going anywhere, Gem.”
He’s still wearing the loose robe he wore for the angel dicks. It flows around him, fluffing when he moves, giving me easy access to his parts if I want it. And what I want to do is slide a finger into him to see how wet he is for me, but also to distract him.
No. Bad, Atlanta.
I shouldn’t use sex in place of words in this scenario. He’ll probably want to talk about his feelings. But I’m a man of action, and there’s no better way to feel safe than with the closeness of intimacy.
Okay, fine. I’ll give words a try, and then I’ll fuck him stupid.
Our course for the Pleiades is set, so I shift into autopilot. We’ll cruise for a bit, and then I’m dragging Zhang’s ass up here to drive. We heard the beginning notes of their “I thought I’d never see you again” fuck fest, but then I promptly shut the door on that shit. I don’t care where they fuck so long as I don’t have to hear or see it.
Alright, how to do this … But I don’t want to say the wrong thing and make him more upset. When Gem cries, I lose my fucking mind. That wouldn’t be good for anyone.
He lays his head on the crook between my head and my shoulder, encircling his arms around my neck. His body shakes, and there’s more wetness, but this time, dripping onto my nape. Fuck me. I don’t know what to do with a crying Gemini, except to squeeze him to death.
When we were kids, some other idiot kid made Gem cry, and I beat the shit out of him. Over the centuries, dumbass dignitaries thought they could double cross Gem. I hunted them down and beat the shit out of them. The time some cocky demon thought he could take Tauri Nebula’s crown prince, I searched the galaxy for him. I beat the shit out of that fucking demon before I stabbed him with my starblade, obliterating him forever.
Beating the shit out of the things that hurt Gem is what I do. It’s what I know, and it works. I don’t know how to make him feel better enough that he’ll stop sobbing without punching something till it’s bloody.
I let my hand travel up the silken skin of his belly. “Whose ass do I need to kick?”
He sniffles and laughs. Laughing’s good. He buries his face further into my neck and presses a kiss there. “The grand seraph was going to keep Treyu, but I talked him out of it.”
“Knew you’d fucking do it, baby.”
“Things soured unexpectedly, and then we ran for our lives. I couldn’t … couldn’t get the stargate to work.”
I jostle him so that he leans back, and I can stare into those pretty eyes of his. His red hair fans around his face, loose, and dampened with sweat. “But then you did.”
