Gun ran a hand over his face, frustration radiating through every fibre of his being. He let out a low, humourless chuckle, shaking his head as he tried to make sense of King’s erratic behaviour.

  “What the hell is wrong with him?” He muttered, his voice heavy with confusion. It was strange how King had just walked away, no fight, no more taunts—just... space. Gun had braced himself for a struggle, for King’s stubborn persistence, but the man had left without another word.

  Leaning forward, he rested his head in his palms, his fingers digging into his scalp as he let out a slow, weary breath. ‘I don’t know why I took off that damn eye mask... My life’s been a mess since finding out he’s alive.’

  His chest tightened, heart skipping a beat as his thoughts spiraled. His conscience screamed at him, urging him to stop fighting the truth he’d buried for so long. But before he could even begin to sort through his emotions, the roar of an engine shattered his thoughts.

  An SUV pulled up beside his car, tires screeching as it came to a halt. Gun’s head snapped up just in time to see King jumping out, that infuriating smirk pstered across his face.

  Without a word, King strode over and yanked open the passenger door, his gaze locking onto Gun’s teary expression. One brow raised, his lips curled in amusement.

  “Whatever you’re crying about, it can wait,” he said ftly, his voice dripping with impatience.

  Before he could form a response, King’s hand wrapped around his wrist, firm and unyielding as he pulled him out of the car. Gun stumbled out, his back hitting the SUV as King moved swiftly, opening the back door.

  Gun’s eyes widened in shock as he watched King open all four doors—two from his car, two from the SUV—forming a makeshift barrier around them. It was a crude way to create privacy, but effective. The world outside was blocked from view, leaving them hidden within the hollow space between the cars.

  Gun’s heart raced, pulse hammering in his ears as King stood before him, towering, presence overpowering. The tension was suffocating, electric, and Gun’s knees felt weak.

  King’s eyes were dark as they bore into Gun’s. His voice dropped to a low murmur, his face mere inches away. “I’m not letting you go again, Gun.”

  Gun swallowed hard, his resolve wavering as his emotions tangled in a chaotic mess. This was King—intense, stubborn, and relentless. And no matter how much he wanted to fight it, Gun couldn’t deny the twisted part of him that didn’t want to run anymore.

  He barely had time to react before King’s strong arms lifted him effortlessly into the backseat of the SUV. His breath hitched as his back met the cool leather, the faint scent of King’s cologne surrounding him.

  King hovered over him, gaze dark and unreadable, fingers already at his belt. “You’ve been running from me for so long, Gun.” His voice was low, almost taunting, but there was something raw underneath—something desperate. “Tell me, is it because you’re afraid of what you still feel?”

  Gun clenched his jaw, hands instinctively gripping King’s wrist, but he didn’t push him away. His heart pounded, torn between anger and something far more dangerous. “You think you can just show up and do whatever you want?” he spat, eyes bzing.

  King smirked, but there was no humour in it. “I don’t think, Gun. I know.”

  King pulled Gun’s pants down and ran his left hand up Gun’s stomach as he smirked at him. He was done talking, now it was time to make Gun forget about the past, forget about Remmington, to forget about everything and just focus on him.

  With the doors open, no one could see them, not that anyone would. They were in the middle of nowhere, although near the psychiatric hospital. And even if there was someone driving past them or standing in the distance watching them, they could enjoy the show with him.

  King undid his pants, which pooled at his ankles, his rock hard organ jumping out ready to burst inside its target. He climbed into the back, his right knee pressing against the floor mat as his left leg grounded him. Leaning forward, he looked up into Gun’s eyes as his left hand closed around Gun’s cock, that had been erect since he first teased it.

  He stroked Gun as he grinned, his mouth literally watering at the thought of Gun’s cock inside his mouth, but it was the thoughts floating around in his mind that made him more excited than he should be. ‘I’m going to make you fall for me again.’

  Gun’s eyes widen as King’s mouth closed over his cock, swallowing him without hesitation, but something flickered in King’s eyes that he didn’t miss, hesitation? or was it something dangerous?

  Gun’s hands instinctively went for King’s hair, pulling at the locks of curls. He let out a shudder, relief, love, desire building up in his stomach. He looked down at King as he bobbed his head up and down his length. “Fuck,” he moaned as he moved his hips, thrusting into King’s mouth.

  He wanted this man, all of him, no matter what he thought of himself, no matter if he thought he didn’t need him, didn’t desire him. ‘I love you. I still love you,’ he screamed in his thoughts.

  ‘You ruined me and you loved me. I hate you, I hate you so fucking much for doing this to me. To us…’

  Gun focussed on King who lifted his mouth, making him whimper. King climbed onto the seat as they stared into each other’s eyes. So many words needed to be said between them, not out of anger but pure truthful words that neither of them could express.

  Gun noticed it again, the hesitation in King’s gaze, but it was hiding behind the desire within him. He reached up, hand closing around King’s neck gently. He pulled him down and when their lips met, Gun’s tongue explored King’s mouth without hesitation. King let him take control this time, he needed Gun to take control.

  Gun felt his weight shift on him, then without notice, he felt something strange, an odd sensation pressed against the tip of his cock. His eyes fluttered open, staring straight into King’s eyes that held unshed tears. Gun’s lips moved from King’s as he looked down between them and gasped.

  “Gun,” King managed to whisper as he slowly sat up. His weight pressed him down further onto Gun’s cock. The feeling was out of this world for him and especially painful, but this was Gun, his Gun, otherwise he’d never think of doing this.

  He looked down at Gun, who was staring up at him in disbelief. He was embarrassed being stared at like this and as he looked around to avoid his gaze, King realised that no matter where they were, it didn’t matter because he was with his husband.

  Returning his gaze to Gun, he smiled down at him, and the tension in his body slowly disappeared. Swallowing, he whispered, “I love you Gun.” Gun slid his hands up King’s thighs now realising as he was inside King his car was definitely smaller than the SUV. King was on full dispy—if only they were on a bed.

  Looking down between them he wasn’t all the way inside his husband, ‘my husband…’ his hands moved further stopping at King’s hips and with a swift thrust King’s eyes were wide as his mouth hung open with a gasp feeling all of Gun inside him.

  The thought of having Gun inside him had never crossed his mind until Gun looked at him coldly moments ago. Mistakenly, he thought that Gun would fall for him again if they were connected intimately in this way, but with the warmth coursing through his stomach, he was deeply mistaken he was falling for Gun madly.

  The unshed tears slid down his cheeks as he looked down at Gun just barely he managed to whisper, “You’re mine.”