His eyes dim, and a look of tiredness washes over him.
“I think he’s behind it. He didn’t admit it, but when I accused him, he didn’t deny anything. At the end of the day, he still blames me for Andrew’s death. I think it was Brendan who drove his own son to drink and then get behind the wheel of his car that night. He’d never been supportive of Andrew from the minute he realized his son, preferred men. Some of the things I’d overhear during Andrew’s telephone conversation with his father were bad.” Ramon releases my hand and stretches out, placing his hands behind his head as he leans back.
“I’m tired of this whole thing, but tonight it stops.” He meets my gaze. “As of tonight, you are no longer living in that apartment. I don’t give a fuck anymore. Why should I let him rule my life because of things I had no control over? I think we still need to be vigilant on the site. I hope that my threat of pressing charges, along with the possibility of losing everything, will sink in and he’ll give up once and for all.”
I’m not sure I heard much after Ramon stated I was no longer going to be sleeping without him.
“You listening?” Ramon kicks me under the table.
“Oh, yes. Especially the part about our living arrangements from now on.”
He pauses then starts to laugh. “I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you and all you can think about is getting your dick sucked.”
I smirk. “Well…if you’re offering.”
“Jerk,” he counters. “I can’t decide whether I need to call a meeting tomorrow morning before everyone starts work to inform them just how serious the consequences will be if anything does happen on the site, or just to let everything take its course… Thoughts?”
My thoughts are X-rated but Ramon will have to wait until we’re back at the apartment before I breathe those.
“I think we should go home, and then you need to have a conference call with your brothers because they’ll be wanting to know how you got on with Griffin. It might help you decide what you want to do tomorrow about the crew.”
“Okay, we’ll do that. I’m so fucking tired of all this shit.”
“Me too…But I know ways to relax you.” I softly smile, knowing he’s imagining my hands massaging him.
“I’m up for that.” Ramon strokes along his length, which causes an answering twitch in mine.
“We need to leave and make that call.” Once I’m on my feet, I wince and quickly shove my hand into my jeans to rearrange my cock.
“I’m sorry we’re not in the same car, otherwise, I could have put my mouth to use on the way back.”
“Fuck…that was unfair,” I moan. He loves tormenting me. “I’m going to have you the minute we walk into the apartment, and you know it!”
Nothing like having the last word.
Chapter Sixteen
Noah
Working on the site today is killing me. Every muscle in my body feels like it’s been torn and twisted in torture. Well it kinda has. I smile at the memory of having Ramon on his hands and knees while I fucked him. His bronzed muscular body all taut beneath me as I pumped into his tight ass. Ramon had been hard as hell and jerking himself off until I’d knocked his hand away to finish the job. He’d come as soon as I touched him, which caused my balls to ache with need, and my dick to spasm as I released.
“Fuck.” I adjust the hard-on in my jeans and will it to deflate before it becomes obvious to the crew around me.
Ramon does that to me. He’s distracting me as hell and, being on a construction site, my head needs to be on the here and now. If it isn’t, accidents can happen.
Chris, one of the electricians, approaches and I hear his distinct, heavy instep before I see him. His sidekick, Rick, drags his feet when he walks and he isn’t close, which makes me wonder what he’s up to because they never work alone.
All of the crew had heard Ramon’s words this morning and only a few had a difference of opinion. But Ramon’s warning about legal action against anyone who he discovers ‘assisting’ Griffin didn’t go down too well. After a twenty minute conversation, everyone seemed to calm down and realize they had nothing to worry about if they minded their own business and got on with their jobs.
It seemed that the old timers, the ones who’d worked for McKenzies the longest were offended that Ramon could think they’d do something to jeopardize their jobs. Both Ramon and I knew where they were coming from and had discussed it over breakfast this morning.
There was no easy way around it. Ramon had to make a point regardless of whose toes he stepped on, and that’s what he did.