Chapter Seventeen

Seven

Sex in the pool?

Seven had to admit that would be a first for him, and he almost swallowed his tongue when Hunter stripped down naked right there in the firing range. Then, the sexy man sauntered out the door and dove into the heated swimming pool.

Slower to follow, Seven locked his eyes on Hunter’s body as it cleaved through the water while he stripped and laid his clothes carefully on one of the poolside chairs. Stepping into the pool, he sank deep, finding the water warm and caressing as he floated.

It kind of felt like nirvana being there with Hunter. As if all his cares and worries had been tossed aside when they were together. How the fuck had he ever thought anything between him and that man would be casual?

He moved his arms out to keep himself afloat, wearing nothing, and his cock hardened—not from the possibility of being caught naked, but more from the naked man floating not far from him.

Swimming closer, he noticed that Hunter kept moving, creating distance between them. When the man tossed him a cocky grin, the chase was on, and Seven lunged through the water, swiping out a hand.

Hunter was too fast for him and dodged his every attempt. Whey they grew breathless, Hunter stopped swimming and floated on his back near the shallow end—the man’s chest lifting with each quick breath.

Were they done with the cat and mouse? Testing that theory, Seven eased near and closed a hand around Hunter’s throat to bring him closer.

Hunter’s blue eyes darted to him, and his tongue slipped out, licking at the water on his lips. A sound left Seven’s throat, but he didn’t give a fuck. He tugged until Hunter was flush against him in the warm water. When Hunter’s legs lifted to wrap around his waist, Seven slipped his hands down the man’s back to cup his ass. He ground his cock against Hunter’s thick dick and kissed where his shoulder met his neck before urging Hunter’s head back with the press of his mouth beneath his chin.

Hunter groaned, grinding against him.

“Lube?”

“No, we’ll have to wing it.” Hunter lifted his head and smirked.

“I can do that.” Seven backed up until his ass was on the step and Hunter was straddling his lap. The warm water lapped against his skin as he kept them partially submerged in the water. Hunter’s hands fisted in his wet hair and pulled his head up; their mouths fused together, lips lazily parted, and tongues collided. Hunter wasn’t still for long, though. With his hips rocking and gyrating in Seven’s lap, the man pulled his mouth away and feasted on his neck and jawline before returning to his lips over and over. Seven moaned, reaching between them to grip their cocks together. Because of Hunter’s thickness, he had to use both hands.

“Yeah, just like that,” Hunter said on a husky note and gripped the back of his neck, and Seven took another kiss from Hunter’s swollen lips. He brushed his thumb over the head of Hunter’s dick and that combined with the warm water had the man’s pupils blown wide.

Jerking their dicks together, Seven continued his two-handed twisting, picking up the pace. Hunter humped into him, grinding, breath gasping just as harshly as his own.

Seven wasn’t sure he could last much longer when Hunter suddenly stiffened. With his hand wrapped around the man’s cock, he felt the swelling pulse of Hunter’s release and he followed with a crash and shudder. Fucking hell, he’d come hard. The only time he’d come harder was when he was buried deep inside Hunter. Something tight squeezed his chest and when Hunter slipped forward, Seven ran his hands possessively over the man’s back, locking him close.

In silence, they dried with towels Hunter pulled from a side cupboard and collected their weapons from the shooting range. Seven fingered the edge of the paper with the figure outline. The five bullets Hunter had fired had created a perfect two-inch circle in the figure’s head. Seven might have hit the head himself, but there was no way in hell he would have been able to group the shots so closely.

Hunter smirked and shrugged as if it was no big deal, but Seven was impressed. He snatched the paper and rolled it tightly, bringing it along.

“Hanging that on your wall?”

He smiled at the teasing note in Hunter’s voice as they took the stairs upward.

“I thought I’d use it for wrapping fish.”

Hunter’s laugh was loud when they stepped into the foyer.

Seven felt his phone go off and frowned when he saw it was a call from his dad.

“I have to take this.”

“Go ahead. I’ll see about scrounging up some food.” Hunter gave him a reassuring nod and headed toward the comms room.

“Hello?” he said, striding back into the room he’d shared with Hunter and closed the door.

“Is Josh with you?” his dad snapped.

“No, why?”

“He didn’t come home from school.”

Fuck. Seven’s stomach dropped. “And you’re just calling me now?” He glanced at his watch; it was almost dark.

“Yeah, well, I thought maybe he was with you,” his dad sneered the words.

“Did you call him?”

“Of course, I fucking called him. The little jackass never picks up.”

“And I wonder fucking why!” Seven growled. “I’ll find him.” He hung up without saying another word.

It was the wrong time for Josh to be pulling this shit. He knew his brother was hurting and lashing out, but for fuck’s sake! He punched in Josh’s number and his brother picked up on the first ring.

“Where are you?”

“Um…I stopped at someone’s house on the way home,” Joshua said vaguely, and Seven wondered if his brother had a girlfriend.

“You didn’t tell Dad.”

“So?”

“He called me.”

“Sorry.” Joshua sounded contrite. “I didn’t mean to disappear.”

“You need a ride?”

“Um…yeah?”

He should probably send an Uber to pick up Josh, but the last time he’d done that, Joshua had ended up in a nightclub in the city.

“Will you wait there if I send someone to get you?” Seven had an idea of whom he could call.

“Who are you sending?” Joshua sounded suspicious.

“Ice.”

“Yeah, I’ll wait.”

After telling Joshua to text his location, Seven ended the call and dialed Ice.

“What’s up?”

“Can you pick up Josh and take him home?”

“Why, what’s wrong? Is he hurt?” The concern in Ice’s voice made him smile.

“No, he just stopped at a friend’s house.” At least, he thought it was a friend. Joshua hadn’t exactly said.

“Is he stranded?” Ice said.

“Yeah, and needs a ride. You remember what happened last time,” Seven said.

“He landed in that fucking nightclub at the age of sixteen. That place needs to be shut the fuck down.”

Seven silently agreed. Perhaps he’d put a bug in Ace’s ear the next time they spoke. Which he thought might be sooner rather than later, since he and Hunter were…what? Together. He tasted the word on his tongue.

“What?” Ice said.

“Nothing. So?”

“Yeah, give me about half an hour and I’ll have him.”

“I owe you one.” He sent Joshua’s location to Ice’s phone.

“You owe me more than one,” Ice huffed and hung up.

Hanging up the phone, he smirked. Ice was right, Seven did owe him, but he’d saved his friend’s ass a time or two so it really evened out.