Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“God, yes. Zach, come here. Fuck me.”
I did, mercilessly working myself into him until we were both crying out, clinging to each other, shuddering through our orgasms. I collapsed over him when we were done, managing to roll us to the side and hold him against me. He grabbed a T-shirt from the floor and wiped up some of the mess, but neither of us could move further than that.
I didn’t ask about staying. He didn’t say anything. He pulled the covers up and wrapped himself around me. We fell asleep there, holding each other. It was the best night I’d ever had.
32
RAFE
Iwoke up the next morning to the sun peeking through my window. I stretched and winced as I realized how sore I was. My body had taken a damn good pounding from Zach the night before. How many times had we woken through the night and fucked again? I wasn’t sure. Hopefully, I’d be able to walk today.
I turned over, expecting Zach to be there, wondering if maybe I should use my mouth to wake him up, but his side of the bed was empty. I tensed. He wouldn’t have left, would he? Things weren’t done. We had leads, but we didn’t have Ivanov.
I listened, thinking maybe I’d hear him in the bathroom. Instead, I heard him talking. He must be on the phone. I slid out of bed—oh yeah, walking wasn’t going to be that easy. That only made me smile. I grabbed a pair of shorts and pulled them on. I opened the door and froze. I heard my name, then silence, and then Zach said:
“I told you, it’s not a problem. You know I’m not stupid enough to fall for someone I’m working with.”
Was he talking about me? He was lying. He wouldn’t admit what we were doing. I wouldn’t either. It was fine. But after another moment of silence, he said, “Of course not. He’s a fucking mobster. And besides, I’m straight. Did you forget that?”
I had to grab the doorframe to stay upright. No, that wasn’t true. It couldn’t be true. Maybe he wasn’t out at work. That would make a lot of sense. But the way he said it—so cutting. He’d told me he’d never sucked another man off, but I didn’t think that meant he didn’t think he liked men. Had he been fucking with me this whole time? I wanted to run. I didn’t want to hear another word, but I forced myself to stand right there.
“Right. He’s a pain in the ass. I’m using him to get to Ivanov. Once this is done, that’s it. I won’t be talking to him anymore. I’m not going to become some kind of internal spy for the Theriots. What kind of fucking idiot do you think I am?”
I felt sick. My stomach was in a knot. I’d let myself fall for this man. I’d convinced myself I was in love with him the way Dante loved Alex and Lorenzo loved Nikolai. How stupid could I be? It was at that moment that Zach turned around. He saw me standing there, and he knew I’d heard every word.
“I’ve got to go,” he said. After ending the call, he shoved his phone in his pocket and held his hands up in a surrender posture.
I wasn’t going to wait for him to say anything. “You’re done searching for Ivanov. My family and I will handle it from here. I don’t care what you tell your superiors. I don’t care what your excuse is for not getting what you wanted. You won’t use anything that we’ve learned together, and I will never see you again in my casino.”
“No, Rafe. I was lying. I didn’t mean any of that.”
“So you are gay? And you have enjoyed fucking me?”
“You know I have, and I…”
This couldn’t be happening. “You’re just a straight guy playing around. Trying me out, seeing what it’s like. Fuck you.”
“No, I’m bi. Fuck, I’ve never said that before. I knew I desired men. But it—God, this makes it all sound worse. I was working. I was undercover.”
“Yeah, like you were with me. Get the fuck out of here before I shoot you.”
He moved closer to me, and I held out my hand to fend him off. “Rafe, I swear to you, this is real, what we have. I’m bisexual. I like men. I like you. I’ve enjoyed everything.”
I snorted. “Yeah, you enjoyed playing with a motherfucking mobster.”
“Rafe, think about tonight. I didn’t stop you.” He reached for me, and I scowled at him as I stepped away.
“Because you love manipulating me.”
He shook his head. “Because I supported you. Nothing you heard was true. I was talking to an assistant director. I had to lie. No one at the bureau can know I got this close to you.”