An Assassin’s Holiday by Dirk Greyson Read Free Book Online

I’ve known, and it will seem empty as soon as Robin walks out the door. “No.” What the hell am I supposed to say? “You just took my breath away for a few seconds.”
    “Oh,” Robin smiles. “I think I like knowing I can do that.”
    “Then you’ll love the fact that doing anything other than watching you or feeling the ripple of your muscles under my hand has become nearly impossible. I’m always aware of what’s around me, but with you, there’s nothing and no one else.”
    Robin pulls me down, taking my lips in a bruising kiss that leaves me with the slight copper taste of blood in my mouth. “Sometimes you make me forget too.”
    “How is this possible?”
    “I wish to hell I knew. Sometimes we can’t understand the reason. In life, if we’re lucky and the powers that be smile on us, we are given a gift that transcends anything we think we deserve.”
    “I’m not a gift, and I’m certainly no prize.” I have no illusions regarding who I am.
    “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and the value of a gift lies with the receiver, not the giver.” Robin cuts off the argument forming in my mind by kissing me again. He shifts out from under me on the bed and throws his weight against me.
    I go sprawling and end up on my back on the bed, staring up at him. “What’s that for?”
    “You’re thinking way too much,” Robin scolds and crawls on top of me, straddling my hips and grinding his ass along my cock. “There are times to question everything, but there are times, like right now, when the gifts presented are only to be accepted, taken, and appreciated. Nothing more is necessary.” Robin leans forward, cupping my cheeks in his hands. “Accept the good things.”
    I close my eyes and do my best to comply with his directive. I tug Robin forward, encircling him with my arms.
    “Do you have stuff?” Robin asks, and I nod toward the nightstand. He yanks open the drawer and manages to get what he needs before the drawer and everything in it tumbles to the floor with a clatter. He pays no attention, and I’m not going to interrupt as he rolls a condom down my length. I hiss at the magnificent sensation and do my best not to come right there. When Robin strokes me, I groan. Seconds later I grow wide-eyed as I watch his slicked fingers disappear behind him, and I wish I could watch. I know they are slowly entering him, and dammit all to hell, I want that to be me.
    Before I can voice my protest, Robin positions himself, and his body opens to me as he sinks down. Jesus Christ and all that’s holy—I heard one of the nuns say that when I was a child, but I never knew the true meaning of that phrase until this very minute. And the nuns hadn’t either, because in a matter of seconds I know what heaven is like. It’s me sinking slowly inside of Robin, his body gripping me as we come together. I lean forward, holding him, positioning his hips so I sink deeper. God, this is what I’ve needed, and I try not to let the thoughts of how fleeting this burst of joy will be ruin it. I clamp duct tape over the mouth of the proverbial devil on my shoulder and go with the angel, taking what I want and all that Robin is willing to give.
    He is magnificent, writhing on me, gripping my shoulders as he lifts himself before plunging down with enough force to push the air from my lungs, over and over again.
    “My God.”
    “I know,” Robin groans, rolling his hips slightly and gripping me like a vise.
    “Where did you learn how to do this?” I say between my clenched teeth. My control is stretching thin, but this is too amazing not to try to make it last. I need the pleasure to visit just a little bit longer so I can have the memories to pull out and hold on to on the winter nights when my life goes back to the way it’s been.
    I press Robin back as I thrust upward, letting my hips roll as best I can in time with his. Damn, that’s sublime, and I repeat the motion to a moan that grows louder and more forceful