The Deputy and His Enforcer (Kincaid Pack #3) - Kiki Clark Page 0,95
to her, smiled, and walked away. Robson spotted Kai up by Reesa and Patrick, getting one last snuggle in with Maria. When his mom gasped, he refocused on her.
“What’s wrong?” Marcus asked, tentatively placing his hand on her arm.
“He… he gave me a check,” she whispered, tears in her eyes. “And gave me back the one I paid to rent the room.”
Eyebrows raised, he leaned over to take the check from her trembling fingers, adding absently, “I told you I’d take care of the fee.” When he’d tried to ask Marcus how much it would be, his mate had laughed and said the pack wouldn’t be charging them when it was a shower for two of their own members.
Staring at the number on the check, he turned to Marcus. “That’s too much.”
“It’s a gift from Al—Mr. Kincaid. You can’t give it back,” Marcus said, humor threading through his voice.
“Five grand isn’t a gift,” Robson whispered harshly. “You wonder why I thought you all were doing shady shit…”
“Robito,” his mom muttered, taking back the check and staring at it, “watch your language, por favor.”
He tried to hold on to his frown when Marcus downright giggled at him getting scolded by his mom. “Yeah, Robito, behave yourself.”
Leaning in, he pressed his lips to Marcus’s ear. “Careful, cariño. Don’t make me tell her how we can’t stay at the farmhouse at night because you’d keep the whole house awake.”
He ignored Nico’s snort of laughter, nuzzling into Marcus’s hairline as he gasped in horror. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me, cariño.”
“I can’t believe you kept saying things knowing the others could hear you,” Marcus mumbled as Robson kissed down his neck later that night as they lay pressed together in Marcus’s bed.
Robson just laughed as he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot until Marcus was arching beneath him, leaking dick smearing precome over his skin. “I can’t believe you haven’t gotten used to it yet.”
Marcus hummed and ran his fingers through Robson’s hair, then gave his head a gentle nudge to get him to move farther down his body.
Chuckling, Robson let himself be maneuvered until he was propped up between Marcus’s legs, his erection right in front of his face. “Did you want something, cariño?”
“Please, Robson. You said at the shower…”
“That I’d blow you?” Robson smirked, moving his mouth closer and blowing on the tip of his cock until Marcus squirmed. “Pretty sure there was a time limit on that offer.” When he glanced up, he caught the cutest little pout on Marcus’s mouth. “What if I wanted to talk?”
Sucking in his lower lip, Marcus nodded and propped himself up onto his elbows. “Of course. What was it—unf!”
Marcus flopped back onto the bed and grunted as Robson swallowed half his cock in one go. It wasn’t that he didn’t have something to talk about with Marcus—he did—but he couldn’t resist a turned-on Marcus with a pouty lip.
Ten minutes later, he was heaving on top of Marcus, straddling his chest and rubbing his come into his mate’s skin like he knew he liked. He was pretty sure if he could, Marcus would be purring as he relaxed into the bed. Once his breathing was under control and he was spooned up behind Marcus, he clasped their hands together and brought them to Marcus’s chest, kissing the crook of his neck.
“What did you want to talk about?” Marcus whispered, sounding half-asleep already.
Smiling softly, he nosed up into Marcus’s thick, soft hair and pressed a kiss to the back of his head.
He thought about saying he didn’t think he wanted to be a deputy anymore.
He thought about saying he was worried about how stressed Marcus was getting over the Council and that woman Wendy, who he still hadn’t heard from.
He thought about saying he didn’t know where he’d fit into the pack if he officially joined, even though he was starting to really become attached to all of the hooligans at the manor.
He thought about saying that he was in love with Marcus and was ready to tell his mom they were going to move into his bedroom until Teo had the farm either expanded to handle more dairy production or switched over to the beef cattle and Robson’s paychecks weren’t necessary anymore.
He thought about saying he wanted to drink that weird voodoo tea so they could exchange bonding bites while Marcus knotted him.
But in the end, as he held Marcus as he fell asleep, he decided none of those things were important enough to keep his mate awake when