Uncaged (No Rival Book 7) by Charity Parkerson

Author:Charity Parkerson [Parkerson, Charity]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: MM Romance
Publisher: Punk & Sissy Publications
Published: 2017-01-09T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

Jozsua was sexy even when he slept. The sheer number of nights Dmitry had stared at Jozsua’s empty pillow now contributed to why he couldn’t stop watching Jozsua sleep. His lips were swollen from Dmitry’s kisses. They were slightly parted on a breath and the desire to touch them had Dmitry clenching his hands.

The upper half of Dmitry’s body was covered in tattoos. He dressed in business suits most of the time because he liked the way the expensive material felt against his skin. It was equally important for him to blend in, but Dmitry could shed those suits and don a T-shirt, exposing his ink, and blend into a different crowd. The ability to change like a chameleon mattered in his business. Jozsua didn’t give a fuck about fitting in anywhere.

The man’s blue hair matched his eyes, making Jozsua exquisite. The only tattoo he sported covered one leg from ankle to knee. The rest of Jozsua was free of all ink. There were no piercings—none of the things a person would expect by seeing his hair. Jozsua’s bulging muscles were beautiful and Dmitry wanted to lick them, but they weren’t what turned Dmitry on. It was Jozsua’s mind Dmitry couldn’t resist. Jozsua was smart and strong willed. He was a man who knew his worth and demanded Dmitry know it as well. There was no better match for Dmitry in the world. There was no else for Dmitry—period.

Maybe I’ll kill us both next time. Those words ran through Dmitry’s head like a mantra. Jozsua’s vow was further proof they’d always been meant to fall in love. They were so much alike. Anyone else might’ve ran for the hills at those words. Dmitry kept biting back a sigh. Only real love brought out that much crazy in people. Dmitry wanted Jozsua’s passion. His rage. The insanity. No one else could give him what Jozsua did.

The temptation to capture Jozsua’s lips was so strong it drove Dmitry from the bed. He wanted to watch his love all night, but if he stayed, Jozsua wouldn’t get any sleep. That was not what Dmitry wanted. It was his job to keep Jozsua safe, which meant protecting the man’s resting hours. Without any real destination in mind, Dmitry found himself standing in the center of his den at the opposite end of the house. His gaze landed on the piano sitting in the corner. He hadn’t touched it since he’d sent Jozsua away. The piece was a bitch to have moved around the country, but he’d been incapable of giving it up. He hadn’t been exaggerating when he’d told Jozsua he hadn’t parted with any piece of them.

Dmitry pulled out the bench and sat. The black and ivory keys stared up at him. He’d kept it tuned for Jozsua. Music was the only thing about him still alive from his childhood, and only because he’d been taught to play by a neighbor. Everything else he’d cut out of his soul many years ago. People weren’t born killers.

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