He pulled away for a moment, grabbing the lube from the drawer beside him, and sat upright. He lubed his cock and then added more to his finger so he could get Felix ready. There wasn’t a plug this time, and he wanted to make sure Felix could take him without pain. One finger rubbed his pucker, spreading the lube around, and then he pressed inside. Felix’s eyelids fluttered, and Brett continued, adding more fingers to stretch every few minutes, until he was taking four fingers easily and panting like he had just run a marathon.
“Please, fuck, Brett. Sir. Please.” His hands clenched the bedsheets.
Brett removed his fingers and held his cock to his entrance. Meeting his gaze again, his chest tightening with what he saw, he slid inside, every expression that flew across Felix’s face held in his mind as he took him. Once he bottomed out, he stayed there, lowering himself to his elbows and sliding his arms beneath Felix’s back. Felix slid his own arms around Brett’s neck and his legs around his waist until they were both wrapped around each other as closely as possible. Brett lowered his mouth for a kiss as he began to move. He couldn’t go hard and fast in that position, but he could go deep, and that was what he did. Holding tightly to the man who meant the world to him, he continued his movements until Felix tensed and came, his liquid warming their stomachs, and while his body clenched down around Brett’s cock, he held deep and came himself. Despitethe orgasm being slow and meandering, it was the most earth-shattering experience he had ever had.
“Holy shit,” Felix muttered. “When can we do that again?” He cleared his throat. “Sir.”
Brett’s cock pulsed again at the word, and he met Felix’s gaze. “Maybe next time I need to tie you up,” he muttered.
Felix’s ass clenched around him. “Oh, yes, please.” His cheeks darkened. “Maybe I need to tie you up, too,” he murmured.
Brett chuckled, leaning down for another kiss even as his cock slipped free. “Maybe.” His hands held Felix’s head as he ravished him, but then he rested their foreheads together. “This is going to change things, Felix,” he murmured.
“I know. And we’ll deal with whatever those changes need to be.”
Brett sighed and rested his head on Felix’s chest, not caring that they were stuck together, while his lover brushed his fingers through his hair. He’d just put them in exactly the position that Carl and Foster had been in—a position he had wanted no one on his team to be in again—and that wasn’t good. But there was no chance of his giving it up. Givinghimup. Not now.
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Chapter 22
Felix
Once they had showered—and he’d had so many questions about what was in Brett’s bathroom—dressed, sorted the cats and had breakfast, only cereal as that was all he had, they headed back to Sec HQ, but Brett asked a question that had been plaguing Felix for a while.
“Why did they keep you alive?”
“I honestly don’t know, and Rico mentioned nothing. When they put that gun to my head, I honestly thought that was it. And when they pulled the trigger and I heard the shot, I thought I was dreaming,” he murmured, watching the scenery. “I thought I was dead, and I was dreaming. Then, it was like a rubber band snapping back into place, and I jerked back into real life.” He paused, his stomach swirling with a truth he was about to admit. “I wished it was the end. I wished I was dead.”
Brett reached across and covered his hand, squeezing. “I don’t blame you for wishing that. I’m extremely glad you’re still here, though.”
“Now I’m out the other side, I am, too.” Felix grinned at him, feeling lighter than he had for a while. He couldn’t believe he’d spent the night in Brett’s bed, and that they’d had sex again. It was like a dream come true. He wasn’t stupid enough to think it would last, but he was going to enjoy it while he could.
Which was right around until they reached Windsor Castle. Outside the gates were crowds of people with placards of varioussayings, but he got the gist of it: they wanted him arrested for going rogue. Felix’s stomach twisted, his hands tightening around Brett’s.
“Fucking assholes,” Brett said. He glanced across at him. “There are some things I hadn’t got around to telling you.”
They got through the gates, and instead of parking where they normally would, Brett pulled around to the back entrance, which had more cover, then they headed straight for Sec HQ, ignoring the noise of the crowds.
“What the fuck, Brett?” Felix said as soon as they were behind their door.
Brett placed his hands on his hips and glanced around at their colleagues. He faced him again. “Adelaide Thompson started spreading rumours about you being a sniper, a drug pusher and a trafficker.”
Felix went cold all over, and he had to lean against the wall to stop himself from going over. “What?” he whispered.
“Initial rumours came out not long after you went missing. I assumed it was someone involved with taking you but couldn’t prove anything. Then Adelaide came out with the sniper rumour, and everything snowballed. They didn’t know you were missing.”
Felix sank into a nearby chair and dropped his head into his hands. “Holy shit. Why does all this happen when I’m not here?”
“It’s probably the best time for it to happen, in all honesty,” Dominic said as he joined them. He held out a hand to Felix and pulled him into a hug when he stood. “We missed you, man. Sam held his own with the computers, but he just doesn’t have your magic fingers.”
Felix grinned, despite the current news pulling him down. “I’m glad to be back. However, I don’t think I like our new audience.” He gestured towards the windows.
Dominic frowned. “Yeah, me neither. It’ll pass, though. It always does.” He glanced at Brett. “What’s new?”
Brett swallowed as he met Felix’s gaze and then looked away, and Felix’s chest warmed at the uncharacteristic show of embarrassment. “Well, Felix got info from Maddox, so we need to go through that before we decide on next steps. And also, Christian confirmed Venus has never been pregnant.”
“What did he give up?” Dominic asked Felix.