Chase shrugged. “Jayson’s drunk. Fuck him and you don’t have to leave. At the bar, he was bitching about his virginity growing back.” Ethan didn’t have feelings for Jayson and could keep it casual, unlike between the two of them.
“You wanna join?”
“I’d—” Chase shook his head. “I haven’t told Sabrina about my past with you. Or Jayson.”
“You gonna tell her?”
“I need to. Just don’t know how to bring it up. It didn’t seem relative when she was going through all that stress earlier, and now it’s just . . . How do I start that conversation? ‘Hey, I thought you should know before we tie the knot that Ethan and I used to be lovers, but we ended it because we knew it couldn’t go anywhere . . .’”
Ethan glanced at Sabrina’s door and let out a long breath. “Yeah. Marriage changes things.”
“Ethan, I—”
Ethan slapped his hand on Chase’s shoulder. “Shut up. It’s okay. Really.” He turned and headed back to the living room where Jayson lounged in his chair.
Chase followed and saw Jayson flash Ethan a lazy grin.
Ethan dropped onto the couch and looked at Jayson. “You wanna suck my dick?”
Jayson rolled his eyes. “That’s not very seductive.”
Chase stumbled to the couch and collapsed, his mind whirring. He should call a taxi to take him home but couldn’t quite summon the energy.
“I can pull your hair if you’d like,” Ethan said with a low chuckle. “Chase said I had to help Sabrina if she started going crazy from no sex and it made me horny.”
Jayson looked between the two men, eyes wide. “Well, fuck . . .” Jayson slid clumsily to the floor. “Now I’m horny, too,” he grumbled and crawled over to the couch.
Ethan pushed his sweats down below his balls and started stroking his cock. “Come here and I’ll take care of that for you.”
Chase swallowed, watching Ethan’s hand move up and down. There was a reason they only messed around when Jayson was there. It was too complicated otherwise.
Ethan and Chase both groaned as Jayson pushed up onto his knees and took Ethan fully into his mouth.
“Fuck . . .” Ethan lay his head back and Jayson moved his mouth up and down Ethan’s thick shaft.
After a few minutes, Jayson started tugging on his jeans to pull them off. Ethan pushed him away, and they both pulled their clothes off before Jayson resumed sucking on Ethan’s cock. Chase couldn’t help himself. He rubbed himself over his jeans, but then he glanced toward the dining area, wondering what Sabrina would say if she walked out and saw them. As much as he wanted to watch . . . “If Sabrina wakes up and sees you guys, it might shock the hell out of her.” Or it might start something no one’s prepared to finish.
Ethan glanced toward where Chase had been looking and nodded. “You’re right. Sorry, man.” Ethan pulled Jayson’s hair and leaned down to kiss him. “Let’s go to your room.”
Jayson nodded and the two of them hurried toward Jayson’s room. Chase went to the basket in the corner and grabbed a blanket, turned out the lights, and stretched out on the couch.
He unzipped his jeans and started stroking himself, imagining Jayson and Ethan together. Slowly his fantasy changed, and he saw Sabrina with them. He stiffened and groaned as he imagined Ethan sliding into her awaiting body.
10
Damian sat in a low leather chair in the corner of a men’s club in Washington, DC, not far from the Capitol building. His companion, a short, balding man, had as many, if not more, connections in the city than Damian.
“I’m telling you, she’s the one you want.”
Not wanting to tip his hand, he pursed his lips. “I never send a woman in to do a man’s work, George.”
George chuckled. “I’m certain you’ll find Sydney more than capable of handling any job you have in mind. I’ve never heard of her disappointing anyone.” He chuckled. “Of course, if she did, she probably killed him before he could spread the word.”
Damian took a sip of cognac out of the cut-glass tumbler he held in his hand, the two ice cubes tinkling against the sides. From what he knew of Sydney’s reputation, George was probably right.
George leaned forward. “Meet her. If you’re not satisfied, I’ll find you someone else.” He glanced at the thick gold watch at his wrist. “She should be here soon.”
Damian looked up as a woman appeared in the opposite corner of the room. She flashed a half-smile toward George and wove her way around the groups of dark leather chairs and low wooden tables positioned throughout the room.
She walked like a cat—graceful, full of poise, and a touch of arrogance. Her dark hair was pulled back into a low bun with a heavy set of bangs that drew over her brows. Her black suit was expertly tailored with the tiniest hint of red satin between her jacket and cleavage.
A brow disappeared into her bangs as she approached. “Hello, George.” Her voice was low and rolled off her tongue like molasses.
Damian’s lips tipped up into a smile as the woman—Sydney, he assumed—settled into the chair across from him, crossing her long legs and resting her elbows on the wide arms of the black leather chair.
George smiled. “Hello, darling.”
Sydney turned her blue-eyed gaze to Damian and tilted her head, a soft smile playing on her lips. “You must be Damian Sinclair. I’ve heard so much about you.”
“What have you heard?” he asked, his voice as cold as the ice in his glass.
Sydney laughed softly. “It’s in my best interest to hear things. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to do my job.” She waved two fingers in the air. The bartender in the corner jumped up and began pulling bottles down from the shelves behind him.
Damian tented his fingers, tapping his forefingers on his lip as he studied her. She watched him with an amused smile. When the bartender arrived with her drink—martini, two olives—she accepted it with a broad smile and a wink. The young man’s cheeks turned pink, and he gave a small bow before returning to his post.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen our young friend become flustered,” Damian said.
“How many women do you get in here?” Sydney reached forward and picked up her drink, displaying a healthy amount of cleavage.
“Touché.”
George stood. “I’ll leave you two to talk.” He turned to Damian. “Let me know if you need anyone else.”
“I’m sure I can handle anything he has for me, George.” She lifted her chin to accept a kiss on the cheek from George.
“If anyone can, it’s you darling.” He gave a sharp nod to Damian, then walked away.
Damian pondered the first question he should ask. It would reveal as much about himself as her answer would about her. Well, as much as he wanted to reveal.
“You’re not sure what to ask?” Sydney asked, amusement dancing in her eyes.
He schooled his face to hide his irritation. She would either be an amazing asset and partner, or a delight to conquer. He didn’t know which appealed more to him. “How many men have you killed?”
“What makes you think I’m a killer?” She took a sip of her drink.