Deadly Coincidence (Brantley Walker Off the Books #4) - Nicole Edwards Page 0,41
stood tall.
When he turned to walk away, Magnus reached out, grabbed his arm.
Not a good idea, he realized when Trey spun around and had him pinned up against the wood-sided wall before his brain could process the move. Did it make him a masochist that he was enjoying that sort of treatment?
“I’m so fuckin’ tired of people manhandlin’ me tonight,” Trey ground out.
Magnus probably should’ve apologized, maybe given up and walked away.
He did neither of those things.
“Yeah, well, that makes one of us,” he rasped as he leaned forward and crushed his mouth to Trey’s by palming the back of his head and holding him there.
Like their earlier kiss, it was mind-numbing. His entire body lit up from the inside out. His cock swelled as all the blood in his veins headed south.
For a brief second, Trey kissed him back, and it was fucking amazing. Unfortunately, it ended with Trey shoving away, breaking the kiss.
“I’ll shred you,” Trey bit out, his voice so deep, so dark, it sent chills down Magnus’s spine.
“I’d like to see you try.”
“You’re outta your depths, Magnus. I suggest you back off.”
“And if I choose not to?”
Standing there in the shadows, Trey’s big body looming over him, Magnus had never wanted anyone more. There was something about being at this man’s mercy that did it for him. He’d never had that before. Yes, he usually preferred women to men, but he had indulged in both being that he was openly bisexual. But he tended to favor the path of least resistance when it came to his sexual encounters.
Until now.
“Because if I have a choice,” he continued when Trey did nothing more than stare, “then I choose not to.”
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Trey hated that he was so fucking weak.
This man…
Practically a fucking kid…
He was tempting Trey in a way he had no business tempting him.
“You really want me to back off, you’re gonna have to make me,” Magnus declared, so much confidence in his tone.
So.
Fucking.
Weak.
Trey hated himself for wanting Magnus despite the fact the man was too stupid to know when to run. Or maybe because of it.
“You know there’s only one thing I want from you,” Trey told him, moving in close, keeping his voice low.
“Then you should take it.”
He was so fucking cocky, so sure of himself, and damn it if that didn’t turn Trey on.
“I will shred you,” Trey promised. “It’s inevitable.”
“Maybe. Or maybe I’ll shred you.”
Unfortunately, Trey knew that was the logical outcome, because he tended to get in over his head, but he was doing his best to warn Magnus off. It would save them both a hell of a lot of time and save Trey another round of heartache.
“Only one thing, Magnus,” he repeated
“I’m not expectin’ roses and wine here, cowboy.” Magnus leaned in, voice low and gruff. “I’m expectin’ you to fuck. Me.”
Oh, he certainly wanted to.
But he had to be on his turf. That was the only way. He didn’t want to know anything about Magnus, not where he lived, not what color his sheets were, not whether or not he kept a clean house. Knowing shit like that made it possible for Trey to want more and he couldn’t. Wouldn’t. He didn’t want more. He wanted one night of passionate, sinful, dirty sex. That was all.
“Follow me.”
Magnus peered up at him, his confusion evident.
“To my place.”
“You sure that’s wise? I’ll know where you live, might get the wrong idea.”
“How else did you think we’d get there?”
Magnus’s smirk was wicked. “I was thinkin’ black hood over my head, trussed up in the trunk of a car.”
“I drive a truck.”
“That works, too. As long as you tie me down.”
Trey grinned. Yeah, he could like this one.
Simply because he could, Trey gripped Magnus’s jaw, leaned in, and kissed him. This time, he didn’t amp it up; instead, he leisurely explored his mouth, lightly licking his tongue, his teeth, letting his other hand glide down Magnus’s side, then dipping his fingers into the waistband of his jeans, jerking him closer.
“I will shred you,” Trey whispered. “That’s a promise.”
“Do your worst, cowboy.”
Trey pulled back, stared into his eyes. “I plan to.”
Chapter Nine
“Tesha, was that the right thing to do?” JJ asked the sleeping dog a short time after Baz walked out the door.
Watching him leave had been more difficult than she’d thought it would be. For whatever reason, she’d thought he would fight for her. For them. Instead, he did the same thing everyone else in her life did: walked away.