Chapter 6

Six

Adrian woke up and he had no idea where he was for a long moment.

He was alone in a bed big enough for four of him stacked both directions. The smell of something comforting and amazing wafted across his senses, and he sniffed.

Potato soup? He hoped so. He loved potato soup.

He blinked at the long shadows on the floor. How long had he slept? He’d gone to bed early in the morning. With Symon. And breakfast.

Oh, goddess. His cheeks heated until he was sure they were going to flame out and boil his brain. He’d had sex with Symon. In the kitchen. He’d begged for it. He’d gotten himself knotted.

He was supposed to be on heat suppressants.

How had that happened?

The thing was, after the initial panic, his mind stopped rabbiting and his body relaxed. Symon had given him what he’d needed. What he’d asked for. But he’d tried not to.

He’d told Adrian to be very sure. Symon wouldn’t ever hurt him. Somehow he just knew it.

Which, okay, didn’t make him shouting, “Knot me now,” less embarrassing, but he wasn’t in any danger or anything.

Now, where was the en suite? He didn’t want to run to the guest bath naked.

How hard could it be? One door would be a hall, one or two would be a closet, and one would be the en suite, right?

Right.

He found the window, and headed to the left. It had to be the bathroom.

Sure enough, it was a super luxurious bathroom, and he did his business, then looked around before ducking into the shower. He’d been in bed with Symon a long time, and he was a little crusty.

Maybe more than a little.

“Adrian? Are you all right?”

Oh, fuck. Now he was nude in the man’s shower without asking.

“I—Yes?” He was naked and wet in someone else’s house.

“Okay. Can I come in?”

His body heated. “Yes.” That was way better than thinking.

“Good answer.” Symon slid into the shower, fingers wrapping around his hips. “You get some sleep?”

“Did you?”

“Yes. I had to make a few calls, and I wanted to tell Stan what to make for supper.”

“Is it potato soup? It smells like potato soup.”

“Mmm. Isaac told me the other day how much you liked it.”

“What? He did? When?”

“When I called him to see if I could send him some soup. He likes chicken and wild rice.”

“I know! I’m just surprised he opened up that much.”

“He’s a nice guy,” Symon said, sounding amused. “And much more the kind of person I like to talk to than the suits.”

“He’s great. We’re buddies, you know? We play a lot of FPSs online.”

Symon blinked at him. “That’s video games, right?”

“Yes.”

“Ah. I play Mario Kart.”

“Yeah? Me too! It makes me laugh so hard.” He loved all the goofy little guys.

“I love the weird dune buggy car.” Symon reached for him, and he was quickly becoming addicted to showers with this man. Wet. Soapy. Hot as hell. All hard…

“We should play. Can I play with the boss?” His fingers found Symon’s cock and circled it.

“Uh-huh. You can totally play, baby.” Symon watched him, gold glints flashing in his eyes.

He hadn’t expected an alpha to play, not like this. He tightened his fingers, stroking Symon from base to tip.

Symon bared his teeth, but his eyes danced with humor. “That’s perfect, baby.”

“Mmhmm…” Symon’s cock was absolutely perfect, fat and thick and long. He double-fisted it, pulling hand over hand.

Rocking into his touch, Symon grunted, eyes closing. “Don’t stop, now. You feel so goddamn good.”

“Not going to it.” Except he might, because he wanted to kneel down and suck.

Did that make him slutty? He thought maybe it did… But when they were this close to each other, he didn’t care. Later he might. But not now.

He didn’t even have to kneel. There was a shower seat that put him in the right height.

Yummy.

He took that heavy cock between his lips, sucking it in deep, and drawing it into the back of his throat.

“Uhn. Baby.” Symon sank a hand into his hair, massaging, and fuck, it felt so good.

He arched into the touch, begging for more. It made him tingle all the way to his toes—that touch made him moan.

That heavy cock tasted perfect on his tongue, the column of flesh throbbing. Symon was just fucking right, and he loved it.

He couldn’t get enough.

“That’s it, baby. You can take all you want.” Symon petted him, his cheeks and neck and shoulders, and he grabbed that tight ass and held on tight.

He sucked, swaying back and forth with the force of his motions. And the salty drops he got for his trouble were pure addiction.

He swallowed, taking them in, and learning the flavor of—his alpha—the boss.

“Mmmm. Come on, baby. Bring it home. Then I’ll play with you.”

Play with him.

He groaned, head bobbing as he swallowed, his hands rolling Symon’s heavy balls.

“Fuck!” Symon went up on his toes, and that cock seemed to fucking dance in his mouth as Symon came.

Oh, that was lovely and quick, proving how much the alpha wanted him.

“Get up here.” The jets of come in his mouth had barely stopped when Symon yanked him to his feet.

He dangled for a second, and it felt embarrassingly hot, to need so much. Then Symon wrapped an arm around him, hugging him close with one hand while reaching down to stroke him with the other.

“Oh. Oh, fuck. Alpha.” His eyes crossed, and he gasped.

“Does that feel so good, baby? I like how you like it.” Symon tugged him hard and fast, giving him the best friction.

Did it? He thought it did. In fact, it felt frigging amazing, and he didn’t want it to stop. So he humped like a naughty puppy and let Symon touch him until he wanted to scream with it, his whole body on fire.

“Please…” He wanted more. He wanted to come. He wanted Symon.

“I have you. I won’t stop until you come, baby. I want you to show me how you feel.” Symon’s thumb swiped the head of his cock.

“Uh-huh.” He arched back, his lips parting as he shot, his entire body convulsing.

“So hot, baby. That’s perfect.” Symon held him effortlessly.

“You made me crazy.” His entire body was tingling.

“Good. Because you do the same for me.” Symon kissed him. Hard.

Whoa. It was… That was… His eyes crossed. He wrapped his arms around Symon’s neck, and Symon lifted him to carry him back into the bedroom.

“You hungry? I have sandwiches and chips…”

His belly answered with a desperate little growl.

“Let’s do that then.” Symon chuckled. “I think we worked up an appetite.”

“I just—don’t you want me to fix the coding?”

“You set everything up. Helene is dealing with it.”

“Can you do that? It was my fix?” He didn’t let people steal his coding.

“It’s yours. Helene is fierce. And I won’t have it any other way.”

“She is. I’m glad you like her.” Not like her like her, but her work.

“I do like her. And I adore you already. All of your parts, including your brilliant brain.”

His cheeks began to burn, and he felt his entire body try to tighten.

“Come on, sweet. Eat first. Then more crazy sex.”

He chuckled. “I know, right? It’s nuts.”

“It is, but we’ll figure it out. Later. Not today. I need to explore this with you.”

“Okay. That sounds good.” Because he couldn’t be in heat, right? So it was just the newness.

That sounded way more reasonable.

New relationship energy for the win.