Played: Manhattan Ruthless - 54

Chapter

Fifty-Three

“ A re you sure you don’t have to work today?” King asks.

“I’m sure.” I toss a piece of popcorn into my mouth. “But that’s the third time you’ve asked. Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“No,” he huffs. “But I really am okay. You took all of yesterday off. There’s no reason for you to stay here with me again today. I can watch movies on my own if you have more important stuff to be doing.”

I roll on top of him and pin him to the mattress so our chests are pressed together. We only threw on boxers after we took a shower earlier and I insisted King go back to bed, per the doctor’s instructions that he rest up, especially since he did so poorly at it yesterday, albeit for good reason.

His detective friend has kept him updated. A warrant is likely to be issued today, and I want to be here with him when that happens, whatever the outcome. King insisted that if he’s forced to stay home, he should at least get to watch movies all day, and I could be working in my home office, but I’m not going to pass up the opportunity to spend time with him in bed. “Listen to me, King—nothing, and I mean nothing, is more important to me than you. Work can wait. Everything can fucking wait.”

He coasts a hand down my back, resting it above my ass. “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to blow off work to look after me. I really don’t need looking after.”

“Did you hear a word I said?” I ask, and he bites down on his lip. So goddamn adorable, and now I want to do the opposite of letting him rest. “I’m not looking after you . I have nowhere else I would rather be. However, if you would prefer to watch this godawful Road House remake alone, I will⁠—”

“I don’t.” He shakes his head. “I like you being here.”

“Then will you stop asking me if I have to work?”

He nods, and I roll off him before my dick gets so painfully hard I have to do something about it. I promised to let him rest, and that’s what I’m going to do. I focus on Jake Gyllenhaal’s abs, which almost make this movie worth watching. But King has shifted onto his side and is lazily trailing his fingers up and down my abs. I can feel the heat of his eyes raking over my body. “You’re supposed to be resting.”

“I was also supposed to be resting earlier this morning when you fucked me in the shower.”

I purse my lips to stop myself from grinning. “Exactly. Isn’t that enough activity for you for one day?”

He drapes his muscular thigh over my hip. “I’m not sure there’s ever enough activity where you’re concerned, Mase.”

I tip my head back and groan. “You’re killing me, Hotshot. I promised Dr. Lisa I would make sure you got plenty of bed rest for forty-eight hours.”

King shifts closer. “We are in bed.”

I throw my hands behind my head and stare at the TV, pretending this remake is suddenly the most fascinating movie in the history of modern cinema. “I’m not sure what you’re suggesting is restful in any way, mi amor.”

He trails his hot mouth along my bicep. “Talking to me in Spanish really isn’t helping matters.” His hand drifts lower and grazes my semi-hard cock. It’s safely encased in my boxer shorts, although I suspect not for much longer.

“Eres un diablo envuelto en el cuerpo de un dios, mi amor.”

He groans. “Again with the Spanish. What the hell did you just say?”

I flip over and turn my head to the side, resting my cheek on my forearms so I can watch him. “I said you are a devil wrapped up in the body of a god, my love.”

His eyes darken. “You are sinfully fucking hot, you know that?” As I suspected he would, he rolls on top of me and drags his teeth down the back of my neck. “I have no idea how I’m supposed to be able to keep my fucking hands off you.”

“You don’t even try.”

He snorts and bites my shoulder. “Don’t think I don’t know the games you play, Mason James.” He works my boxers over my ass. “Lying on your stomach so that this ass—” He slaps it hard. “This ass that belongs to me, is on full display. Begging me to fuck it.”

He pushes himself up and straddles me so his thighs are pressed against mine. I can’t move. I feel him reaching for the lube and coating his cock, and then a warm, slick finger works its way between my ass cheeks and into my asshole. “Fuck, that feels good.”

“Yeah? You love me fucking you, don’t you?”

He sinks in deeper, and I groan, pressing my face into the pillow. He leans over me and whispers in my ear, “Face out of the pillow, baby. I want to hear every dirty fucking sound you make for me.”

I do as he asks, moaning loudly when he removes his fingers and swiftly replaces them with his thick cock. Then he cups my jaw and angles my face so he can thrust his tongue into my mouth at the same time he drives his entire length inside me. He swallows my gasp but lets me up for air. Resting his body weight on mine, he fucks me into the mattress and mutters dirty, possessive words in my ear.

I’m lost to the overwhelming sensations he wrings from my body. He is everything—all-consuming. His scent surrounds me. The taste of his tongue dances on my tastebuds whenever he delves into my mouth. His skin against mine is soft velvet over the hard steel of his muscles. Pleasure races through my veins like lightning as he repeatedly hits that spot inside me.

“I love you, Mase,” he growls, and I lose it, falling over the edge with him as he fills me with his release.

“Love you too, King.” I manage to pant out the words and let him pull me into his arms, my back against his chest while his cum drips out of me. He nuzzles my neck, and I close my eyes.

Here, I feel safe. Loved.

Here—in the arms of the man I’ve loved for over half my life. The man I will go on loving for the rest of it.