Play Dirty (Wages of Sin #2) - Neve Wilder Page 0,84

at the spot behind Az’s ear.

“When you are close, it’s all I’m thinking about.”

Madi’s hand slid over Az’s hip to play at the hair on his chest and belly. “You need to save your strength so your body can heal.”

“Your mouth is saying one thing, motek, but your hands and cock are saying something else. You’re being a tease.” Madi didn’t answer; his lips were busy kissing Az’s throat. Az decided to ask the question that had been burning in his brain since he woke earlier. “Did you say you loved me, or was that just a fever dream?”

“We have plenty of time to talk about this later.”

“How long?” Az’s chest hitched at the thought of Madi not being there in the morning.

Madi was quiet for a long moment before replying. “Forever if you want it… If you want me for that long.”

“Longer,” Az swore. “Forever and long after.”

Madigan rubbed his thumb over Az’s lower lip gently. “Mujhy ap say mohabat hai,” he said, kissing a trail along Az’s face to his bandaged shoulder.

Az’s chest tightened and warmth radiated all the way to the smile that curved his lips. “I love you too, jaanum.”

“You are ridiculously romantic for a stone-cold killer.”

“It’s true,” Az said somberly, then tilted Madigan’s chin to brush another kiss over his lips. “Can this ridiculous man ask you for one small favor?”

“Anything.”

“Can I at least have a handjob? I’m so fucking turned on right now.”

Madi snorted in surprise. “Yes, I suppose it’s the least I can do after shooting you.”

“The very least. But maybe you could whisper a sonnet in my ear so it’s a romantic handjob.” Az gasped as Madi’s hand slid into his pajama pants. “Fuck.”

“The best I can do is a limerick.”

“That’ll do.”

Madi squeezed Az’s shaft, his thumb sweeping just under Az’s crown in a way that made Az’s toes curl. “There once was a man from Karachi…”

“You do remember that I’m not actually from Karachi, yes?”

“I do, but it’s more fun to try to make a rhyme with Karachi than it is Hell.”

Epilogue

Madigan

“Maybe Jonah and Cas really do have the right idea living in Belize.” Madigan hit the wipers to clear the windshield of dirty slush from the foot of snow Mother Nature had dumped on New York City overnight. “The winters get longer every year.” He figured he was lucky the car had started in the first place, given how long he’d been away. He and Az had spent two weeks in the safe house while Az recovered before Madigan brought him back to his place in the city.

“It’s because you’re getting older, jaanum. More sensitive to the cold, brittle in the bones.” Az smiled at Madigan’s discomfited grunt. “I keep telling you we should go somewhere tropical.”

“Any place in particular in mind?” Madigan decided to indulge Az as he nosed the car onto the street en route to Wired. Christmas dinner had been Cas’s big idea. Madigan had been shocked as hell when everyone, including Sadie, agreed to it.

Azrael shrugged casually before reaching into the interior pocket of his coat and pulling out two plane tickets, which he tossed on the console between them as Madigan slowed for a traffic light. “I was thinking Bora Bora.”

Madigan shook his head but cut him a sidelong smile. “What’s this? We already exchanged presents.” Azrael had given him a custom-built sniper rifle, while Madigan had gifted Az a new suit, perfectly cut, the interior full of niches and pockets to cleverly conceal his poisons and other small weapons. But the best gift, Madigan thought, had been the M Azrael had allowed him to carve just above his left asscheek. They’d both enjoyed that process.

“I was going to save it until after dinner. Surprise you.” Azrael hitched one shoulder. “I enjoy spoiling you.”

“Just don’t ask me to call you Daddy.”

“You would.”

“I…” Madigan’s instinct was to disagree, but after a moment’s thought, he shrugged. “I might, actually. Yeah.” He could see himself doing it a few times in the bedroom just for kicks, though their comfort zone seemed to be power exchange and playing with the dynamics, shifting back and forth according to either whimsy or whoever’s mood was more dominant. Without a doubt, Azrael was the only man on earth Madigan would ever submit to. His smile grew. “When do we leave?”

“Tonight.”

Madigan stared at him. “You’re serious?”

“Is there any reason to stay?”

He supposed there wasn’t. Jonah and Cas would be returning to Belize. Sadie apparently hadn’t been joking about Germany; she was leaving on