I shrug him off again and look at his face. There’s worry there. The big dick apparently cares. Yang became an Emerald before any of us. It’s a man’s world, yes, but her family hadn’t had a male heir in years. They didn’t want to kill off the Milton name, but now, it’s looking like that’s the case.
She knew not to look into Cassidy’s death. They didn’t specify it, but we all assumed it was based upon his sexual preferences. While we live in a progressive town with progressive people, the Emeralds aren’t in the same mindset.
They see purity as a man and woman.
They see it as producing heirs.
They see it as strengthening the bloodline.
Cassidy, much like Maxim, was gay. Maxim never outed me for our shared tastes, and while no one knew who Cassidy dated, we all assumed he was in the closet. It’s the only safe way to be. When you’re part of the Emerald Vestige, let alone part of a founding bloodline, love doesn’t matter.
“How do I know it wasn’t you?” I grouse.
He smiles, his perfect teeth poking through even if the smile’s more menacing than welcoming right now. He brings his thumb toward my face, and I grip his palm before he can touch me. When did this revelation begin, him thinking it was remotely okay to touch me in any shape or form?
“Little Lennox...” he taunts, not moving his hand whatsoever. For some reason, I want the struggle between us. “Are you scared to feel something?”
The words teeter on amused, but mostly, they’re dark and full of promise, which is something neither of us should risk, especially in the open as we are.
I let his wrist drop and push him away, turning, I ignore his craving for a fight. Tonight of all nights, where there’s a fresh dead body and killers in plain sight, we can’t be ignorant and petulant. We can’t want. Or seek. We just... can’t.
I’m not more than five steps before I’m gripped by my shoulders and slammed against a tall pine. If this fucker gets sap on this ten-thousand-dollar Penn & Co suit, I swear to fuck I’ll kill him myself.
“What, and I emphasize the fuck, is wrong with you, Walker?” My words drip disgust. The fury boiling inside me rises with each breath. He’s nearly invisible in the dark of night, but I can smell him. Fuck, I can literally inhale the stupid manly scent he carts around. He smiles, the white of his teeth shining brightly. One of these days, I’m going to hit him for being such an asshole.
“Someday, Lennox, you’ll be calling me by my name with respect, need, and a cock deep inside your ass,” he practically whispers, taunting me as if I’m a fucking snack for him to devour in one go.
I shiver as his words register. It’s been so long since I’ve touched a guy, let alone allowed them access to me.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I hiss. He adjusts, holding my throat with his massive palm. My dick presses against the soft fabric, all while my balls ache with inactivity. “But you see, I’ll never give in to you.”
He chuckles darkly, the huskiness making my body hum in ways that make no sense. “You’re so hard I can feel your dick reaching for mine.” He presses into me, our groins joined. “And if you pay attention, you’d know my cock is throbbing for a taste.”
I let out a harsh breath, my body out of sorts with its innate desire for this fucker. He’s such an asshole, and seeing him—his eyes, the ones that match Maxim’s—kills me every single day.
“Why the fuck are you doing this?” I demand.
“Why is it you only curse when I’m in the equation?” he argues, grinding into me. I let out a low growl, and he presses into me harder.
“Fuck you, Walker. Let me go.”
He laughs, releasing my throat, but as soon as the weight of him is gone, I miss it. I hate what he does to me, pushing me, wanting me, making me want him too.
My heart pounds as it catches up with what my head and dick want. It’s him. It has been for months, and I hate myself for wanting my ex-lover’s younger brother.
“Tell me one thing,” Jordan mutters a moment later, his body still in front of me. He reaches for my chin, his thumb and forefinger gripping it roughly. “Do you avoid me because you’re honoring Maxim, or is it a result of not wanting me?”
I wait.
Five seconds.
Ten.
A minute passes before I allow myself to truly breathe. Taking in a heavy gasp of oxygen, I push off the tree, bumping into his chest. Switching our positions to where he’s against the bark, I cage him in.
His scent infiltrates my nose as I’m leaning. My hands dig into the gritty material of the tree, enjoying the sting of pain it offers.
“You will never be Maxim. The more you compare yourself to him, the angrier I get,” I growl out.
But that’s not true. I enjoy the taste of jealousy that permeates the air around us. It’s addictive, like a living toxin I’ll willing accept in my veins.
“You’re right.”
I narrow my eyes at him, even though he probably can’t see that well in the dark.
“My cock is much bigger and would feel a whole helluva lot more satisfying,” he continues.
Dumbfounded and rock hard, I try to comb over the mental dictionary for a proper response. Every inch of my body feels whipped, raw, and sliced open for his visual beating.
He leans into me, his mouth near where my neck and shoulder meet. Licking a small trail, toying with my skin, he invites goosebumps to my skin, taunting each one to make themselves aware.
“Jordan,” I growl, losing my willpower and patience all in one.
His teeth nick my skin then dig into the tendon. A groan releases from me without my permission, testing every ounce of restraint. His hand dances over my slacks, cupping my length. It takes everything in me not to grind into his palm, not to let off some steam.
Jordan’s hand slides up and then beneath the tight band of my slacks. I literally hiss as his skin connects with my steel length. He guides me back where I was, against the tree, at his mercy.
“Hard for me, ready for me, and little noises. We’re halfway there, Lennox.” It’s a whisper, but it feels like a yell so near my ear.
His lips touch where he bit. Then, he’s sucking. The fucker will leave a mark if he’s not careful, but for some reason, that doesn’t make me push him away. If anything, it provokes me. Colt will flip her shit if she saw this.
Colt.
Fuck.
“We need to stop.” The words escape me, but they’re heady with lust, barely recognizable, even to me.
“In a minute.” His breath is hot against my throat as he flicks his tongue over pulse point. Then, he’s crouching, and my mind races with implications. If anyone saw us like this, at all, in any sense or form, we could be killed.
“Scared to get off, Lennox? I promise to make it good,” Jordan goads me, his hands working the button on my slacks. “I’ll even allow you to fuck my throat.”
A low rumble is all he gets from me. It’s too tempting to resist, too much, too good, and I fucking need release.
Without an argument, he works my dick out of my boxer and licks underneath my shaft. His tongue traces each vein, and my body reacts by flexing and jerking with every sensation. I can’t help myself. My hands find their way into his hair, running my fingers through the thick wavy locks, gripping hard with each run through.