A Worthy Opponent (Wicked Villains 3)

I love Hook.

I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with that information, so I shove it down deep to inspect later and take my shot.

Hook shifts away to take Gaeton’s face in his hands. “What do you need?”

Gaeton tries for a smirk, but it doesn’t quite stick. “You sure I’m not here for political reasons?”

Hook’s lazy grin has my heartbeat picking up. He traces the other man’s cheekbones with his thumbs. “You’re here because you need to stop thinking, and you trust us to make that happen, so stop dicking around and answer the question. What do you need?”

Gaeton’s breath catches. “I can’t turn my fucking head off, man. I just want some peace for a little while.”

“Tell me your safe word.”

“Rose.”

“Good boy.” Hook releases him and turns to me. Tenderness filters into his dark gaze, and he takes my left hand and presses a kiss to my knuckles next to my ring. “And what do you need, beautiful girl? Watch or participate?”

I can’t quite take a full breath. “You’re asking what we need. But what about you?” I don’t know if I’ve ever asked a Dom that question before. It never occurred to me that I should, but Hook isn’t just any Dom. He’s mine.

He gifts me with a soft smile. “I want to fuck Gaeton’s ass while he eats your pussy, and then I want to sleep.” He lifts his voice the smallest amount. “You’re invited to stay until morning, of course.”

“No promises. Let’s just see where the night takes us.” He glances at me. “Depending on if Tink is cool with it.”

Fondness wells up in my chest. Gaeton might be a full-fledged asshole most of the time, but he truly is a friend. What a novel concept. I lean around Hook to shoot him a look. “Only if you’re not a cover hog.”

He grins, a little of his normal arrogance appearing. “I’m as hot as a furnace. You won’t need any fucking covers with me in your bed.”

“Promises, promises.” I switch my attention to Hook. “I want what you want. I trust you to get us there.” Does he understand the implication of what I’m telling him? I’ve always trusted him within a scene, but this feels different. Because it is different.

He’s silent for a long moment, studying me as if he can see the very answers written on my soul. Finally he leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Then let’s begin.”

Chapter 22

Hook

I consider Gaeton and Tink. As much as I want to get right down to business, there are other matters I can’t shuck off tonight. “Strip. Shower.” I level a look at Gaeton. “You can tease her, but no coming.” I turn the same look on Tink. “The same goes for you.”

She gives me a saucy smile. “I’ll try to remember that order. Don’t be gone too long.” No questioning that I have to leave for a moment. She knows that Colin is sweeping the building, just like she knows I’ll need that report before I can finally devote my full attention to the pair of them. It’s been barely thirty minutes, but we have enough men that they should be damn near done. If things have gone terribly wrong and there is someone dangerous in here, Gaeton will keep Tink safe. He’s brutally efficient when it comes to taking down threats, and he’ll protect her.

She jumps when Gaeton slaps her ass, and he booms out a laugh. “Come on, Tink. I can practically hear your pussy calling my name.”

“You are so full of shit.” She waits for him to walk into the bathroom to lean up and kiss me. “I’ll keep him occupied for as long as you need.”

Does she realize that she’s stepping into the role we spoke about, shifting to act as a partner instead of someone fighting me every step of the way? I’m not sure, but I appreciate it all the same. I take her hips and pull her against me, savoring the contact. “Your sacrifice is duly noted. Try not to come all over his face before I get back.”

She laughs, low and wicked. “What happens if I do?”

I turn her around and bring her back flush against my chest. The feel of her in my arms drives me fucking wild, but I muscle down the physical reaction. I can’t be walking around with a cockstand while I’m dealing with this bullshit. I nibble on the curve of her ear. “If you disobey me, then I won’t let Gaeton come all over you and then fuck you against his chest.”

She whimpers and arches back against me, rolling her hips and instinctively seeking my cock. “So rude.”

“You love it.”

A shaky laugh. “Maybe I do.”

I want to look into her words, to demand an explanation about whether they go beneath the surface level. I don’t. I just press a kiss to her temple and give her ass a swat. “Don’t give him time to think.” Distracting Gaeton has the added bonus of distracting Tink. Tonight won’t fix the damage Peter did by destroying her things, but it will still be a good thing.