date.”
“Hey, babe, do you—” Hondo stopped in his tracks, glaring at Snooke. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Hondo!” Chris chastised him. “Show our guest some manners.”
“Like hell I will.” Hondo advanced forward, yanking Chris into his arms.
“Behave, Hondo.” Chris smacked his chest.
“It’s cool, I’ll leave.” Snooke got up from the couch, shoving his hands in his front pockets as he made for the door.
“No you won’t.” Chris kicked Hondo in the shin, being released immediately as Hondo cursed. “You’ll stay for dinner.”
“What?” Hondo growled. “I’m not slaving over a stove for a spy.”
“Do you know how crazy that sounds?” Chris shook his head.
“Stop acting this way.” He pointed his finger up at Hondo. “Or no nooky.” He whispered the last part.
Hondo’s jaw clenched, but he became quiet, still glaring at Snooke though. “I’ll be in the kitchen setting his dinner on fire.” Hondo stomped off.
“Look. I didn’t come here to start any trouble.” Chris waved Hondo off. “It’s no trouble. Make yourself comfortable while I have a talk with hothead.” Chris found Hondo in the kitchen slamming the knife down on the cutting board like a guillotine beheading its prisoner. Pieces of carrots shot across the room from the force, pinging off of any and all surfaces.
“If you keep that up, we’ll be eating from the floor.” He squeaked when a round orange disc smacked him in the chest. “You got me.” He fell to the floor, feigning injury.
“Stop it. I don’t feel like laughing,” Hondo said despite the smile tugging at his lips.
Chris got up and ran over to the counter, jumping up. Hondo dropped the knife and caught him as Chris wrapped his legs around Hondo’s waist. “Why don’t you like my friend?” Hondo turned his back to the cupboards and leaned against them.
“I don’t trust him. He was a little too curious about what we do and where we take the prisoners.”
“Well, duh. Who isn’t curious about the Demon Warriors? No one knows how to get to the detention cells. It’s a big mystery. And that’s all he was, Hondo, curious. Stop treating him like a criminal. Snooke has been nothing but nice to me, and I expect my mate to show the same courtesy.”
* * * *
Courteous my ass.
Hondo knew that fucker was up to something. He just needed proof. Until then, he would stick to Chris like glue. There was no way in hell any harm was coming to his mate. “Sure.” Chris bounced in his arms excitedly. “Really, you’ll be nice to him?”
“Sure I will.” Hondo drew out the first word. He lifted Chris’s chin and kissed his soft lips. Chris began to press his cock into Hondo’s stomach. “If Snooke wasn’t here, I’d take care of that for you.”
“I see what you’re trying to do,” Chris said into his mouth. “But it won’t work.”
Hondo growled, pissed that Chris was being so adamant about letting Snooke stay. He wasn’t going to argue about it. They’d just made up. “Help me get dinner ready.”
“We have company. I’ll go entertain him while you finish up.” Chris walked back to the living room.
Thoughts of how Snooke was going to be entertained made Hondo’s blood boil. The thought struck him from out of nowhere.
What if that bastard was after Chris for another reason? What if he was out to take Chris from Hondo?
Hondo grabbed the knife and headed for the living room. He stopped short when he heard laughter.
“Hondo may be protective of me, but I wouldn’t want anyone but him.”
Hondo took a step back. He looked down at the knife clutched in his hand. What the hell am I doing?
“Is dinner ready?” Chris asked as he walked up to Hondo, snaking his arms around Hondo’s waist.
“Five more minutes.” Hondo backed away and turned around, heading back into the kitchen. He grabbed the wooden spoon, mixing the stir-fry up as he tried to calm down. Jealousy was never his thing, and he could
“Hey, babe, do you—” Hondo stopped in his tracks, glaring at Snooke. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Hondo!” Chris chastised him. “Show our guest some manners.”
“Like hell I will.” Hondo advanced forward, yanking Chris into his arms.
“Behave, Hondo.” Chris smacked his chest.
“It’s cool, I’ll leave.” Snooke got up from the couch, shoving his hands in his front pockets as he made for the door.
“No you won’t.” Chris kicked Hondo in the shin, being released immediately as Hondo cursed. “You’ll stay for dinner.”
“What?” Hondo growled. “I’m not slaving over a stove for a spy.”
“Do you know how crazy that sounds?” Chris shook his head.
“Stop acting this way.” He pointed his finger up at Hondo. “Or no nooky.” He whispered the last part.
Hondo’s jaw clenched, but he became quiet, still glaring at Snooke though. “I’ll be in the kitchen setting his dinner on fire.” Hondo stomped off.
“Look. I didn’t come here to start any trouble.” Chris waved Hondo off. “It’s no trouble. Make yourself comfortable while I have a talk with hothead.” Chris found Hondo in the kitchen slamming the knife down on the cutting board like a guillotine beheading its prisoner. Pieces of carrots shot across the room from the force, pinging off of any and all surfaces.
“If you keep that up, we’ll be eating from the floor.” He squeaked when a round orange disc smacked him in the chest. “You got me.” He fell to the floor, feigning injury.
“Stop it. I don’t feel like laughing,” Hondo said despite the smile tugging at his lips.
Chris got up and ran over to the counter, jumping up. Hondo dropped the knife and caught him as Chris wrapped his legs around Hondo’s waist. “Why don’t you like my friend?” Hondo turned his back to the cupboards and leaned against them.
“I don’t trust him. He was a little too curious about what we do and where we take the prisoners.”
“Well, duh. Who isn’t curious about the Demon Warriors? No one knows how to get to the detention cells. It’s a big mystery. And that’s all he was, Hondo, curious. Stop treating him like a criminal. Snooke has been nothing but nice to me, and I expect my mate to show the same courtesy.”
* * * *
Courteous my ass.
Hondo knew that fucker was up to something. He just needed proof. Until then, he would stick to Chris like glue. There was no way in hell any harm was coming to his mate. “Sure.” Chris bounced in his arms excitedly. “Really, you’ll be nice to him?”
“Sure I will.” Hondo drew out the first word. He lifted Chris’s chin and kissed his soft lips. Chris began to press his cock into Hondo’s stomach. “If Snooke wasn’t here, I’d take care of that for you.”
“I see what you’re trying to do,” Chris said into his mouth. “But it won’t work.”
Hondo growled, pissed that Chris was being so adamant about letting Snooke stay. He wasn’t going to argue about it. They’d just made up. “Help me get dinner ready.”
“We have company. I’ll go entertain him while you finish up.” Chris walked back to the living room.
Thoughts of how Snooke was going to be entertained made Hondo’s blood boil. The thought struck him from out of nowhere.
What if that bastard was after Chris for another reason? What if he was out to take Chris from Hondo?
Hondo grabbed the knife and headed for the living room. He stopped short when he heard laughter.
“Hondo may be protective of me, but I wouldn’t want anyone but him.”
Hondo took a step back. He looked down at the knife clutched in his hand. What the hell am I doing?
“Is dinner ready?” Chris asked as he walked up to Hondo, snaking his arms around Hondo’s waist.
“Five more minutes.” Hondo backed away and turned around, heading back into the kitchen. He grabbed the wooden spoon, mixing the stir-fry up as he tried to calm down. Jealousy was never his thing, and he could
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