“You'd better answer it,” mumbled Heath.
“No fucking way! Keep going!” Tristan said, hoping Jackson would give up. But when his cousin called the third time, he finally gave in and answered. “What the hell is it with you? Every time my cock is in my mate’s mouth, you decide it’s the perfect fucking time to call me?” he growled, continuing to pump his hips, enjoying the tightness of his mate’s throat.
“Tell him I already told my dad about Logan and Kieran,” Heath mumbled as he continued to massage the cock in his mouth with his tongue.
“What did he say?” asked Jackson, trying not to laugh. “Maybe you should give him the phone.”
“Fuck off! You heard him,” Tristan said. “You got two seconds to convince me not to block your number forever.”
“I need a favor,” Jackson said, all laughter gone from his voice. “Before you say anything, it’s not exactly aboveboard.”
Tristan’s hips stopped moving. It wasn’t the request for a favor that stunned him; it was the part that followed. Jackson had never struck him as a guy who broke the law, so that got his attention—at the expense of his quickly softening cock. Looking down at Heath, he shook his head before stepping back and slipping his cock from his mate’s mouth. Shoving it back into his pants, he sat down and said, “Tell me more.”
“Is anyone else with you other than Heath?” asked Jackson.
Snorting, Tristan asked, “Are you asking if I’m into public sex? If so, then you should know that the answer will always be no.”
“Good to know,” Jackson chuckled. “I’ll tell Kieran he should take your name off his list of guests for his toga party.”
“Wait, did he say a toga party?” asked Heath, sitting down on his mate’s lap. Leaning into the phone, he said, “Ignore him, Jackson…we are certainly into flashing skin if there’s gonna be a toga party.”
Quirking an eyebrow, Tristan mouthed, “Flashing skin?”
“Well, in that case, I’ll be sure to tell Kieran to include you two,” Jackson replied, laughing.
“Uh…you need a favor?” Tristan asked, changing the topic. He wasn’t sure what his mate was up to, but having sex in public had never lit his fuse.
“Yeah…” Jackson said, stopping when Steel reached over and muted his phone. Puzzled, he looked over at his mate and asked, “Don’t you agree with my idea?”
“I do,” Steel quickly said, “but I’d rather you talk to him in person than over the phone just in case someone…”
Understanding instantly, Jackson unmuted his phone, then said, “Look, I know you’re busy, but I'd rather talk to you here…today.”
Tristan looked at his mate and, after seeing Heath nod in agreement, he said, “Sure…we can be there in an hour. Fast enough?”
“That’s perfect. See you then…and thanks.” Jackson ended the call and set his phone down on his desk, then turning his attention to his mate, he asked, “Do you really think someone has hacked my phone?”
“Not yours…but since Josiah is…was paranoid, it would follow he had bugs everywhere.”
“Reeve didn’t mention he'd found any when he searched Josiah’s house,” Jackson said.
“I know, and that could mean there weren’t any…or maybe he just didn’t look for them. I’d rather be safe than sorry later.”
“Always wise, babe, but if there are bugs…who would be listening now since Josiah is dead? And so is Rudy, for that matter,” Jackson said, thinking for a moment before continuing, “And if Reeve did find any, wouldn’t Heath know?”
“Maybe…but we don’t know the working relationship between Reeve and Heath. As for who else might be listening now…my money would be on Bruno, who served as Rudy’s right-hand man. Authorities still haven’t found him or the two other prisoners who escaped with Rudy.”
“Hans and Seth,” murmured Jackson. “Dylon said those three handled the severe beatings he endured under Rudy, nor was he surprised it was those three who avoided recapture since they always stuck together.”
“I find it strange that Bruno wasn’t with Rudy during the attack on Tristan,” Steel mused.
“Well, I find it strange how the rest gave up so easily, especially knowing they would be returning to prison…Groose told me he hadn’t ever seen anything like that…but Tristan knew.”
“Yeah, I have to admit, when I read that in Groose’s report, I thought that was odd, too. Have you asked Tristan yet?”
“No…but I plan to,” Jackson said. “I’ll also mention the possibility of Josiah planting bugs.”
“Good idea,” Steel said, giving his mate a kiss before getting up.