Play Dirty (Wages of Sin #2) - Neve Wilder Page 0,29
him in the first place—might earn a spot in his top five.
He should be going over their intel point by point, formulating, revising, and then re-revising their next steps. Instead, he was watching the door like a goddamn forgotten housewife, purposefully ignoring the irony of his own situation. He’d been the one to walk away in the club after all, hellbent on advancing their ridiculous—and addictive—game one more step. And who was suffering for it? Him. If Azrael fucked that other man, well, it was Madigan’s own damn fault.
He strode out onto the pool deck and stripped the rest of his clothing off carelessly before standing at the edge of the pool. The words Azrael had spoken to him in the club wrapped around his mind and slithered over his skin, seductive and warm. Taunting. “Is it not enough I let you fuck me when nobody else can or that I surrender my flesh to your blade?”
At the sound of a car door closing beyond the high wall that enclosed the pool, Madigan cocked his head and listened to the sound of honking horns, the tinny ping of a bicycle bell, and behind that, the low, indecipherable rumble of voices.
A prickle of awareness danced up his spine and spread like a hand over the back of his neck. The front door of the villa opened and shut, and the relief Madigan felt was so unbearably foreign, it lodged, paradoxically, like a fist in his gut.
He turned to look over his shoulder, watching Az’s progress through the villa’s big glass windows, the sleek prowl, the economy of motion. Everything about the man put Madigan on the very edge. It was thrilling. Terrifying. Maybe a little sick.
Azrael paused on the threshold, resting his arm against it. “Are you just going to stand there on the edge or are you getting in?”
“Still debating.” Madigan stared down at the glassy surface of the pool, watching the reflection of the lights inside shift over it with the slow ripples of the water. Az’s footsteps were muted, but his fingers on Madigan’s back felt like fire. His touch rolled over Madi’s skin untamed and gathering heat. Madigan’s cock bobbed stiffly in the air between them when he turned to face the other man.
“That was rude of you. In the club.” Az stroked the length of Madigan’s cock with his fingertips, lifting his dark gaze to meet Madigan’s. Goddamn, the man was honey-drenched sin. “This is the pattern you want to continue between us? Tit for tat?” Azrael angled his chin and spit on Madigan’s shaft before wrapping it in his fist.
Madigan bit back a groan for the silky, tantalizing glide of the other man’s palm over him. “It’s always done the trick,” he bit out, one hand fisting the fabric at Az’s shoulder, steadying himself as Az stroked harder.
“Don’t want to try something different?”
“If it ain’t broke, why fi—”
Az’s teeth scraped over his chin, then his lower lip, forcing Madigan’s mouth open to the wet thrust of the other man’s tongue. With a growl, Madigan sucked on it wantonly, then forced himself to break the kiss with a backward step.
“Cool off, then we’ll talk more.” Az planted his palm in the center of Madigan’s chest and pushed him off balance before Madi could swat him away. Cold water lashed against his skin and then enveloped him completely as he tumbled into the pool. He came up sputtering and slicked his hair back from his face, the sounds of Az’s laughter surrounding him, though not as irritating as he wished it was.
Azrael pulled his shirt off and was opening the button on his jeans when Madigan managed to hook an arm around the backs of his calves and yank him forward. Az bowed into a graceful, shallow dive just as he hit the water with a splash.
He was already halfway to Madigan when he surfaced and pulled him in a headlock, catching Madigan off-guard when he found his arm twisted behind his back. Madigan had just a second to suck in a breath before Az forced his head under. Water rushed into Madigan’s ears as Az twisted his arm higher, pain searing through his bicep and shoulder. Managing to catch Az’s waistband with his free hand, Madigan gave himself enough leverage to drive his knee into the man’s groin. He felt him flinch, and then he was ripped to the surface again, gulping air that suffused his lungs suddenly and made him damn near dizzy.