Play Dirty (Wages of Sin #2) - Neve Wilder Page 0,43

the night by the pool when he’d let Madi come inside him with no barriers between them. That coupling had been raw, almost animalistic in the way they’d needed each other to get off, but this felt heavier, so much more weighted than any quick hookup or their inability to refuse each other. This felt like their bodies were making some kind of commitment their mouths weren’t ready for, and he loved and hated it in equal measure.

Az pulled out, flipping Madi over and catching his knees with his elbows before driving back into him. He crashed their lips together, Az’s tongue fucking into Madi’s mouth in time with his thrusts, Madi’s body clenching each time Az glanced his prostate. When Az got up on his knees, dragging Madi even closer, he held his legs open for Az, and it was the single hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life.

Az gripped Madi’s neglected cock in his fist, using the thumb of his other hand to tease just behind his balls, earning a hoarse cry from Madi. Az smiled, even though he could already feel his orgasm building, the heat pooling in his abdomen, the sparks of pleasure spiking along his spine. He drove his hips forward harder and faster as he teased Madi into coming with him.

Madi was close, head tilted back, lips parted, panting each time Az swept his thumb along the head of his cock or fucked into him just right. Az jerked him hard and fast, knowing Madi wanted it just that side of painful, using nothing but sweat and precum to drag his release from him until Madi finally let go with a string of curses falling from his lips.

Only when Madi batted his hand away did Az stop working him. He put his hands on Madi’s inner thighs as he fucked into his slick heat once, twice, and then he was coming. His whole body clenched on a full body shiver as he emptied himself inside Madi before collapsing on top of him.

For the first time ever, Madi didn’t attempt to shove Az off of him or make an excuse to get up. He just laid there, threading his fingers through Az’s sweaty locks as they both attempted to catch their breath. When Az’s softening cock slipped free of Madi, Az rolled off, but only to rest his head on Madi’s chest where he could listen to the other man’s still-racing heart.

Sometime later, after they’d showered and eaten their forgotten dinner, when they were far too cozy under the covers, Madi craned his head to glimpse the marks Az had carved into his shoulder. “Do you intend on finishing your little art project?”

Az shook his head, his fingers catching in the springy hair of Madi’s lower belly. “Not tonight. You’ve worn me out.”

Madi laughed, the sound almost shocking in the silence. “Lies. You’ve got another round or two left in you.”

Az shook his head. “Hah, unlike you, motek, I’ve been working. My hand has been my only companion since our last meeting.”

Why the fuck had he shared that bit of information?

Madi was silent for a beat, then cleared his throat. “There hasn’t been anybody else for me either.”

“You don’t owe me explanations,” Az said, despite the dizzying relief that poured through him.

“I’m not saying it because I owe you anything,” Madi started before going quiet again. After a long pause, he continued. “There was nobody before you got to Brazil either. I was just trying to make you jealous.”

“Why?”

Madigan blew out a long breath. “I don’t really know. Because it mattered. Because you matter, and I don’t know how to process that.”

“I wish you had simply said something back in Rio,” Az admitted. Why were they discussing this now? Az didn’t want to feel relieved that Madi had been only with him. He couldn’t. Az wished he could go back to the beginning of the evening when they were both furious and distrustful of each other. It would have made what came next so much easier.

“You weren’t exactly being honest in Rio, either. You could have said you had feelings for me. You could’ve trusted me with your plan from the beginning, before I killed our first target. Maybe then we could’ve gotten DiMarco and Bennington both.”

“You didn’t trust me back then, and I didn’t trust you.” Az rolled away, opening the drawer beside the bed.

“Well, I trust you now,” Madi said.

“I know.” Az rolled back over, giving Madi a kiss that lingered, trying