Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
“Like I have any room to worry about that,” Clive said with a laugh. “I’m not known for my outgoing personality, after all.”
Bain tugged him higher up his body to kiss him, making Clive shiver as his dick hardened more. “I like your personality,” Bain whispered against his lips. “And though I really want to explore that wood you’re pressing against me, I have to get up. I have a call with Xavier in five minutes.”
Clive bit back the urge to pout because he was more than interested in picking up where they’d left off the night before. But he rolled off Bain and jumped to his feet. As he walked toward the chair where he’d left his bag, Bain let out a loud groan behind him. He glanced over his shoulder as he grabbed some clothes.
“I know you’re sensitive about attention to your ass, but damn. Just damn.”
Clive wiggled it. “I want you to like it. I just want you to like other things about me as well.”
“Oh, I do.” Bain swung his legs to the side of the bed and stood, making Clive’s mouth go dry instantly when he turned his back to start making the bed. He had nice, tight globes that had Clive closing his eyes so he didn’t start something they couldn’t finish. “I didn’t know you were an immediate bed maker, too,” he murmured.
Bain laughed. “I’m not. I’m doing this for you.”
“Oh.” Clive thought that was sweet. “Please don’t feel you have to change your habits for me. I can be…adjustable.”
Twisting his head to grin at Clive, Bain lifted his eyebrows. “Really?”
Heat filled his cheeks. “Okay, I can try.”
“It doesn’t hurt me to be a little neater, and making a bed right away is a start. It hasn’t been hard to wash up after myself since I’ve been protecting you.”
Clive had noticed that Bain did that. Washed his dishes after using them and even putting them back into the cabinets in the order Clive liked. But Clive really did want to be less uptight. Fear had driven his need for control, had fueled his hate of chaos. Now that he knew he didn’t need to be afraid—well, once they found whoever was after him—maybe he could loosen up. A little, at least.
That need drove him for the rest of the day as he dug into his files with pure determination. It was time to learn the identity of the person after him so he could focus on what was happening with Bain.
Because something was. Something he wanted with every fiber of his being.
Chapter Fifteen
Bain
Bain had spent part of the day patrolling outside, and now he needed another shower to rinse off the sweat. He’d just undressed and was about to step under the water when Clive came bursting into the bathroom.
“Bain! I figured it out! With one of the companies—” He broke off, eyes flaring wide when he realized Bain was completely naked. “Um.”
Bain couldn’t help but grin as he snatched his towel and wrapped it around his waist because it was obvious Clive had lost his focus. But it was already too late. Clive’s arousal was obvious as his pants tented. His gaze stayed glued to Bain’s abs and his tongue came out to lick his lips.
Fuck, he loved this human’s reaction to him. “What were you saying?”
“Uh, I was saying…um…” Clive cleared his throat. “I’m sorry to have barged in here. You’re so naked. Again.” He looked away, then back. “You’re just so damn beautiful.”
Surprised those words had come from Clive’s mouth, Bain tried prompting him again. “You said you figured it out?”
Clive nodded slowly. “I think so. One of the men who hired me hasn’t been answering his emails, and when I did a quick search, I found out that he’d been killed. His body was found in an abandoned warehouse. This made me suspicious, so I started digging deeper into their files and I found out they’ve been swindling thousands of people, using fake accounts, hiding money. They must have killed him for hiring me. That’s my guess anyway. I compiled everything so we can go to the FBI.”
“What’s the company?”
“Bassinger Holdings.”
“I’ll have Xavier look into them. I’m sure there are preternaturals involved because of the wendigo.” He realized Clive was barely paying attention to him, his gaze back on Bain’s body. His interest, the lust in his expression—it made Bain’s heart pick up beats. Blood filled his cock.
The air between them filled with heat. The silence drew out as Bain waited, but Clive just stared.
“I got pretty dirty tromping through the woods with Alaric, so I’m going to shower. You said you already compiled everything for the Feds?”
Clive nodded.
“Xavier has a contact there, so we could email everything.”
“I’d rather take it myself. I want to find out what they’re going to do and how quickly they can do it.”