that wanted to tumble out. He wanted to stake his claim, declare Sacha his and no one else’s. The more he thought of someone else with their dick inside him or his dick in them, their arms around him, their mouths on him, the harder he fucked Sacha. He lost his rhythm, his orgasm barreling through him.
“Come for me,” Gio demanded, and a heartbeat later, Sacha’s hoarse shout filled the room, sending Gio over the edge. He snapped his hips as he emptied himself in the condom and growled Sacha’s name. His movements slowed as the sensation became too great, and then he stopped as they caught their breaths, his chest pressed to Sacha’s back. Wrapping his arms around Sacha, he peppered soft kisses over Sacha’s hair, his cheek, his jawline, his heart all but ready to burst when Sacha leaned into the kisses, one arm coming to rest over Gio’s.
Gio wished this would last forever. Having Sacha pliant in his arms, soft and submissive, was a heady thing, and he warned himself not to get used to it or even hope it might happen again. Sacha allowed Gio to hold his weight, his fingers absently caressing Gio’s forearm. His eyes were closed, and his kiss-swollen lips were slightly parted, his expression one of pure sated bliss. But as Gio expected, the moment soon ended. Sacha dropped his arm away from Gio as Gio slipped out from inside him. He removed the condom and tossed it in the trash. With a kiss to Sacha’s temple, Gio climbed off the couch and fixed his clothes while Sacha did the same.
Things became awkward with Sacha standing there, his face flushed and with a slight frown as he gazed off to the side. Gio couldn’t have this. It had taken too long for Sacha to finally feel at ease around him for Gio to lose him now. He stepped in front of Sacha and slipped his arms around his waist. Sacha lifted his questioning blue-gray eyes to Gio’s.
“Come home with me?” Gio asked softly. He brushed his lips over Sacha’s.
Sacha shook his head and let out a shaky breath. “I can’t.”
Gio nodded his understanding and made to step back, but Sacha caught his arm, his brows drawn together.
“I can’t go because of Chip. I can’t leave him alone that long.”
The weight lifted off Gio’s chest, and he smiled. “Oh, of course. I understand.”
Sacha worried his bottom lip. “Maybe… maybe you can come home with me?”
Gio blinked at him.
“I mean, my apartment’s no mansion, but—”
Gio brought their lips together and kissed the beautiful man in his arms soundly. When he pulled back, Sacha looked dazed, making Gio chuckle. “As long as you and Chip are there, that’s all I need.”
Sacha’s smile lit up his face, and it struck Gio, the actual danger he was in. He didn’t just want Sacha, he was falling in love with him.
“You okay?” Sacha asked worriedly. “You don’t have to—”
“No,” Gio said quickly, his smile wide. “There’s nothing I want more. Shall we?”
Sacha nodded and opened the door, music blaring and cutting through the faint sounds of men getting up to all kinds of things. Gio followed Sacha out into the corridor, where Saint joined them, following silently.
“You drove here, right?” Sacha asked Saint, who nodded. “Great. We’re going to my apartment.” They headed out onto the club floor, past the bar. He removed his phone and quickly tapped away at the screen before returning it to his pocket.
“Heads-up, the guys are all going to know we left together. I always text Jack to let him know when I’m leaving.”
“Is that okay with you?” Gio asked. They both knew this was going to start a fire of gossip within their lovable crew of mischief-makers.
Sacha shrugged. “Ace is going to be a pain in the ass, but what else is new. It’s fine.”
They left the club and walked out into the parking lot behind the building, where Saint had parked the SUV. Excitement coursed through Gio. He had no idea what this night would hold, but just having Sacha invite him back to his place was more than he could have hoped for.
The hairs on the back of Gio’s neck stood on end when Sacha abruptly stopped walking, his hand going to Gio’s chest. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, but Gio knew better than to question Sacha’s instincts. Something was wrong.
The world seemed to move in slow motion despite everything happening so fast. Tires screeched, and a black van