would love a treehouse. I considered having our builder design a miniature of Holderson Manor for him but we were waiting until he was old enough.”
“How about a normal kid’s treehouse? Wilder and I could help you and Sage build it and Robin will have a blast being tool helper,” Lane suggested.
“It’s gotta have a zip line,” Wilder said and Lavender gasped and pointed.
“Yes! But how do we hide it from Sage? Because he will definitely veto that.”
“Nah!” Wilder said with a dismissive wave. “I already know which tree to use. The line could go right over the pool and into Robin’s room.” He made a whoosh! sound and Lavender’s eyes glittered with delight as he imagined it.
“I don’t care if he makes me sleep on the couch. We have to do this.”
Chapter 18
“Thank you, Toly,” Reginald whispered as he tucked the dispensary canister into his “party bag.” It was full of Toly’s little bugs and Reginald lifted random devices as he explored the house and peeked over everyone’s shoulder. They’d assume it was Toly and let him get away with it.
“I thought you’d be ready,” Paul said as he swept into the room. Reginald made a disgruntled sound as he tossed his bag in the armoire.
“I was too busy getting high in the conservatory,” he moped and fell back on the bed dramatically then threw an arm over his eyes. That eighth wasn’t going to smoke itself. And his Frankenlaptop was coming along in the bushes. It felt strange keeping secrets again. He shared everything else with Paul and didn’t care to hide anything, in general. Well... Reginald waved it off. He had no shame or secrets except the ones that might put Paul’s life in danger.
“Stop pouting. Everyone has a right to be mad at you and you owe them time to get over it. And prove you can be trusted,” Paul added gently as he crawled over Reginald. He sucked on Reginald’s lip before he lowered and there was no point in pretending.
“I know,” Reginald said with a sigh. He’d traded his day suit for a pair of joggers and Reginald wiggled out of them then curled his leg around Paul’s hip. “But I’m already bored and you know I can’t be trusted.”
“Please...don’t,” Paul groaned but he paused as he wrestled out of his suit so he could kiss Reginald. “Whatever it is that you’re up to, don’t,” he begged then went back to hurling his clothes across the room. Reginald pretended to consider before he hissed.
“Would that be in character for me, though?” He asked as he helped with Paul’s fly. Paul swore as he rolled them so he could shimmy out of his trousers and his boxers.
“Why do I bother? You’re going to do whatever the fuck you want to do and I’m going to do what I can to stop you so Toly or Lavender don’t kill you. You should watch out for Ezra too. He’s still worried the attack in Chicago could set Denver back,” Paul warned and all the humor drained from Reginald and he was furious again.
“Do you think I don’t feel responsible for that? I want to help. I want to make this right and see that whoever did this pays,” Reginald insisted. Paul hummed sympathetically as his hand pushed under the pillow and found the lube.
“I know and I believe you will but the best thing you can do right now is keep your head down and help out where you’re asked, when you’re asked,” he said and Reginald nodded as if he was listening. There wasn’t time for tiptoes and eggshells if the CIA was closing in on them. Plus, there was lube. Reginald didn’t give a fuck about anyone else or anything Paul had to say when he was holding a bottle of lube.
“Mmmmm...” Reginald hummed noncommittally as he reached between them so he could stroke Paul’s cock. Paul didn’t give a fuck about anything when Reginald was stroking his cock.
“God...” he panted and Reginald growled lazily as he sucked on Paul’s earlobe and wound him up.
“I love when you beg for help,” he said then bit into Paul’s neck before he slid down his body. “And scream,” he added and Paul locked his jaw and shook his head wildly as Reginald gripped his sac tight.
“We’re not doing this now!” He flipped them so he could lock Reginald’s wrists over his head. “You reek of pot and your eyes look like hell so we’re going to get