Chapter Six

Casper's shift felt like a hundred years long. Probably because he knew he had the next few days off and he was itching to spend them with London. Thankfully, tips hadn't been down, because he definitely didn't feel he did his best. He didn't feel right about flirting for money the way he usually did. Casper supposed he would need to get past that eventually. Steady boyfriend or not, this was his job.

London looked exhausted. Casper doubted he was used to these long nights. He felt a little guilty as they headed out to the car.

"I'm sorry."

London glanced his way. "Why?"

Casper shrugged. "If this wasn't happening to me, you could be sleeping peacefully right now. Instead, you're on night two of a club that's obviously not your cup of tea."

"No cup of tea is my cup of tea," London said with a laugh. "But in this case, you have nothing to be sorry about. If this hadn't happened, we never would've met. Not that I'm saying I'm glad this is happening to you. Obviously, I'm not, but I am happy we met."

Casper bit his bottom lip, fighting a smile. London was such a strange combination of confident yet awkward. Casper thought he was adorable. He made it until they were inside the car. Casper grabbed London's tie and lured him his way. London's expression turned hot enough to boil water before their lips met. Casper worked in a kink club. He was used to seeing lust in people's eyes. Yet Casper didn't think anyone had ever looked at him the way London did. He was hooked. Their tongues played. A moan vibrated from Casper's throat without his permission. He had a hard time controlling himself.

"Let me take you home."

On one hand, Casper knew he could absolutely make this work in London's car and like it. But on the other hand, he knew Casper would likely prefer his bed. Still, he pouted. "Okay."

While wearing a huge grin, London stared at him and shook his head.

"What?"

London shook his head again and put on his seatbelt. "Nothing. I'm just still adjusting to being wanted."

That threw Casper for all the loops. "What do you mean?"

With his eyes locked on the road, London pulled from the parking lot. "I don't know. It's just that I know I'm not that guy. People don't look at me the way you do."

Casper still didn't get it. "You think people don't look at you and think they want to climb you like a tree and fuck your brains out?"

A loud bark of laughter burst from London. "Yeah. I suppose that's what I mean."

Casper snorted. "I assure you that's not true. It's more likely that you terrify people, but I'm not most people. I'm shameless, and I'm not scared."

London tossed an unreadable look his way. "Maybe you should be."

A chill ran over Casper's skin. He lost his breath. London turned him on in a way no one ever had before. "Why's that?"

They stopped at a red light. London held his stare. "Because this guy stalking you has nothing on what I'll do if you try to get away from me."

It probably said something terrible about him. London's statement made Casper want him even more. Maybe he was a little twisted. His breath caught. Maybe that was why he had ended up in this position. He liked to be watched. It was possible this person thought they gave him his ultimate fantasy. But Casper was an exhibitionist and that meant he decided what to show and when. It didn't mean anyone was allowed to steal his privacy. Still, someone sick might not be able to tell the difference anymore. It was a thought and not a good one.

Casper got quiet on the way home. He hoped that didn't mean he had scared the guy. Unfortunately, there was a dark side of London Casper hadn't truly seen yet. London worked for a crime boss. He absolutely had killed people for Olek and would do so again in a heartbeat. Olek had pulled him from pain and poverty. From beating people to death for his next meal. Olek had his loyalty for life.

Sometimes, though, moments like these reminded him not everyone was like him. He was intense, and—apparently—possessive. Casper brought out all sorts of unexpected things in him. In a huge way, he hoped that never stopped, but not if it scared Casper. That wasn't his intention.

London worried about it the whole way home. By the time they made it to his bedroom, he was ready to backpedal even though he had meant every word. But the moment he closed the door behind them, Casper launched himself at London. Buttons went flying. London very much feared it was from him ripping open Casper's shirt. He had only been inside Casper once, and he was already dying to do it again. Unfortunately, that thought led to another.

"Oh, no. I don't have lube."

Casper sucked his neck. "Don't worry. I packed mine."

"Thank God." London headed for the bed and tossed Casper on the mattress. He tore off his clothes while Casper scrambled from his. Casper's overnight bag was still on the bed. He dumped everything in a rush to find the lube. As London watched, Casper made a show of oiling his asshole. London ripped open the bedside table and dug for a condom. He really had to dig because it had been a while. London honestly hoped they were still in date. He was too far gone to check. His hands shook as he rolled the sheath down his length.

Casper moaned. "That's it, sexy. Get him ready for me."

Fuck. There was already sweat on London's forehead. He wouldn't last long. As much as London knew there should probably be some form of foreplay, his will wasn't that strong. He grabbed Casper's leg, dragged him to the edge of the mattress, and had his dick pressed against Casper's asshole before even an ounce of sanity returned. London paused. Their gazes met. Casper looked as turned on as London felt. He thrust.

Casper's head dropped back on to the mattress. A loud moan came from the back of his throat, making London somehow even hornier. Casper knew how to put on a show, but the thing was, London knew without a doubt it wasn't fake. The guy was just sexual. He owned it. It was hot as hell to see someone unashamed of their desires.

"Fuck me. Goddamn. You're big. I can feel you stretching everything."

He didn't know if that was a good thing, but he had no qualms about giving Casper what he wanted. His body was hot and tight. It was sex on another level. London kept thrusting like his life depended on it. Sweat ran down his back. He put his heart into pounding Casper's ass. Casper writhed and tried taking what he wanted. London couldn't look away.

"You're so fucking sexy. I could watch you all night."

At London's claim, Casper held his stare and stroked his cock. "I'll give you any show you want. You can do whatever you want to do to me. I swear you'll never get bored."

That hadn't even been a concern. But since the idea of him getting tired of Casper had obviously crossed Casper's mind, he had to disabuse him of any such idea. London pulled out and climbed on to the mattress. He pushed Casper's knees higher and impaled him again. This time, he moved slowly while filling Casper's mouth with his tongue. He needed Casper to feel how this was more than sex. London wanted more than his greedy hole. He had decided to steal Casper's heart and soul. No one made him feel the way Casper did. He needed the feeling to be mutual.

Casper's short fingernails dug into London's back. He moaned through their kiss. When Casper suddenly blew without warning, London was the one who lost his soul. Casper's body clenched so hard, it nearly broke his dick. Then he tried sucking London deeper. A cry burst from him without warning, and then another as he came faster than he wanted. He couldn't stop pumping, trying to fill Casper's ass with cum despite the condom he wore. Fuck. He was just a mess over this man. London scared himself. This was their second night together, and already murderous thoughts raced through his head. He wanted what he wanted, though. Casper was his.

London rolled to his side, panting. Casper looked every bit as wrecked as London felt. His gaze moved London's way.

"Where did you even come from?" Casper asked through struggling breaths. "Three days ago, I would've told anyone who asked I had no desire to be tied down. Now I'm just—" Casper's hands rose and fell. "I'm yours."

London ran his thumb down Casper's jaw. There was a pressure in his chest he couldn't shake. He didn't know how to express how lonely he had been before Casper came into his life. It was easier to expose another truth. "Three days ago, I had never touched another man like this. Now look at me. I'm yours."

Casper's eyes softened. "Why me?"

That was a fair question. "I don't know. You see me in a way I can't see myself. Maybe some part of me has been waiting for you."

Casper turned his head and kissed London's wrist. London couldn't look away from the way he seemed to genuinely treasure having his lips pressed against London's skin.

"Can I ask you a personal question?"

A smile exploded across Casper's lips with his mouth still pressed to London's skin. It was a beautiful sight. Laughing eyes flashed his way. "You were just inside me. I think we've moved beyond personal."

London couldn't stop smiling. "I suppose that's true." Still, London was uncomfortable. He cleared his throat. "Leather Bait is a members-only fetish club. People go there for a reason. What's yours?"

A laugh burst from Casper. "Are you afraid I'll bust out an alien-sized tentacle dildo someday and expect you to compete?"

He felt a blush creep up his cheeks. "I don't know. I suppose I don't know a lot about fetishes in general. It's not something I've ever really thought about."

Casper didn't flinch away from the topic. "I just work there, so there's no huge burning need inside me to immerse myself in my kinks. However, I found a part of myself there. I'm a bit of an exhibitionist." Casper bit his lip, as if he expected the worst.

"Oh. Okay."

Casper's smile was back. "Is that it? Just okay?"

London nodded. "I'd explore that with you."

"Really? The blusher?" He sounded skeptical.

London shrugged. "I'd rather try than have you lose what you found there."

Casper rolled, forcing London to his back. He stacked his hands on London's chest and held his stare. "I'd rather have you. If ever you're uncomfortable with me, then say so. Your feelings matter."

London couldn't stop tracing the line of Casper's jaw with his knuckles. He was amazingly beautiful inside and out. London had no idea what he had done to get so lucky. He still planned to keep trying to do it, nonetheless. "You matter."

Casper's blinding smile made every confession worthwhile. London had never been this happy. He would be damned if he stopped now.