by Jacy Braegan
Wriggling against him, my hips rock trying to gain some kind of friction against my aching dick. Am I good? Oh, yes… I’m so much better than good, but damn if I don’t need something more. Movement, I need movement. He slides out and back in, allowing his cock head to brush against my prostate. Electricity shoots through my body eliciting another groan and he stills again. “I asked, are you good.?”
I quickly nod my head in answer to his question. What the hell does he mean am I good? That would be a big hell yes. “Fuck yes, I’m good. I’m great. I’d be even better if you got to moving.”
He pulls out and slams his hard dick back inside me while my hands grip his biceps as he holds himself over me. Fuck this man owns me. I can’t get enough of his bossy attitude right now. Egging him on to drive that attitude higher was what I needed to do. He leans down and playfully bites my nipple causing me to hiss. “Watch the tone, mister.”
Jayson’s words only make me want to spout more bullshit at him. As my mouth parts to make another sarcastic remark, he lies into my ass, reaming me for all he is worth. He is worth a lot, let me tell you. He turns me into a shivering mass of burning need before he takes hold of my cock and tugs. Once. Twice. I explode all over myself and his hand while crying out his name. White sparks flood my vision before it goes black for a few moments as I float on a cloud of ecstasy.
Chapter 16
Jayson
A shudder racks my body as I release within him. He’d been so fucking gorgeous when he’d come on my dick. Fighting hard to draw breath into my body again, I wait for my vision to return. I keep my body inside him for a few moments longer, not wanting to sever that connection to him yet. Deep down inside, it feels as if leaving his body will be like leaving him all over again. For a moment, agony shoots through me at the thought and makes me shudder once more. Forcing myself to get a grip, my softening cock slips from within him before my body falls on the bed next to him.
As I hit the mattress, I feel as light as air, yet, as heavy as a Mack truck all at the same time. His dark head turns toward me as my own turns to look at him with his lazy, but purely satisfied, smile upon his face. The heavy-lidded look in his eyes tells the story he isn’t far from dreamland. Not that I blame him. I had fucked the life out of both of us.
I reach a hand out to snag my shirt hanging on the edge of the bed to wipe off his stomach. Rolling towards him, I place a gentle kiss upon his swollen lips. His arm slides under my neck as he tucks me into his side, letting my head rest upon his shoulder. Nestling into his side, there’s a sense of closeness we’re sharing. A soft sigh of air disturbs my damp hair before words ruffle the strands. “I suppose I should head home and let you get some sleep.”
An irrational surge of fear sweeps through me at the mention of him leaving. Will he come back? Will he disappear, and I won’t see him again? The inner voice in my head tells me it’d only be fair if he did. Warily, I say, “You... You don’t have to. You could stay.”
He rolls into me and cups my cheek to tilt my face toward his. It’s possible he sees the trace of fear in my eyes, but that doesn’t stop me from letting him look his fill. A soft smile comes to his face before he leans in to kiss the end of my nose. “We’re supposed to be taking things slow. Do I want to go? No. I have to, though. We both have work in the morning. If I stayed… well, we might not sleep, and then we’ll both be crabby.”
I shake my head like a mad man. I’d always been a morning person and he should remember that. Well, maybe he forgot part of who I am after all these years. Can’t really expect him to remember every moment of our previous life together now, could I? That’s rather selfish.
Where had my dominant attitude fled to? It’s as if I lost it the moment I came inside him. If he was wearing a shirt, my nails would dig into the fabric to hold him where he is. It’s all I can do not to clutch his chest in the same fashion. It’s like he’s a part of me and I don’t want to let go. He halts whatever I’m about to say with a shake of his head. “I promise, I won’t disappear on you.”
The truth of his words is in his eyes as I study them. Forcing a deep inhale before nodding to him, I snuggle closer with my face nuzzling into his neck. His skin muffles my words, but I hope he hears me anyway. “Will you stay a few moments longer at least?”
My head shakes from his laughter where it rests on his chest before his hand slips around to my back, holding me tighter to him. He cuddles me into his chest before dropping a kiss on my head. “For a few minutes longer.”
A sigh of relief leaves me as my tense body relaxes against the warm strength of his. The long day hits me as I find myself fighting sleep. I don’t want to relinquish my hold on this beautiful man. Not yet. I have no clue how long he held me before I lost my fight and fell into a deep sleep.
* * *
Rolling over, I stretch my hands out for the body that should be next to mine. Feeling nothing but cold sheets beside me, I sit up quickly looking to the side. Disoriented for a few moments, it takes a bit before I remember that he’d said he couldn’t stay. He’d likely tucked me in and left. I can’t believe I slept through that. I didn’t even get to say good night... or goodbye.
Goodbye. That thought nearly sends me reeling towards the bathroom before my eyes fall on a folded piece of paper that hadn’t been on my nightstand the night before. Inhaling a deep breath, I reach for the paper. Before my fingers can grasp the note, I jerk my hand back. It’s too reminiscent of that last folded note I received. Lurching from the bed, I pull on a pair of lounge pants and a t-shirt. I lock my eyes on that folded bit of paper that taunts me. Pacing beside my bed, I lift my hand to my mouth, letting my teeth bite down on an edge of a nail. Is it better not to know what’s in it?
Coward. This is no way for a grown man to act. My little pep talk works as I pad across my carpet to the table. Just read it. That’s what I’ll do. Pulling open the note, the edges of the paper tremble from the shakiness of my hands. Blinking a moment at the few words on the page, it takes a few seconds after reading it before laughter rolls out from within me and I shake my head.
Jayson,
It’s your move, beautiful.
A
Short and to the point, that’s Aidan. I know what he’s getting at. Noticing that sweetheart plugged in my phone next to the note, I reach out to pick it up. For a moment, I almost tap call, but not knowing what time he gets up, I settle for a text instead.
Be prepared for check.
It had been one of the games we’d played a lot when we weren’t playing video games growing up. We’d liked the challenge of trying to beat each other at chess due to our mothers’ insistence we both learn. Tossing my phone down onto my bed, I head into the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for my day. By the time I leave for work, he hasn’t responded which has me slightly deflated, but maybe he’s still asleep.
* * *
I’d been at work for a couple of hours toiling away when my phone dings in my pocket. Normally, it’s kept on vibrate on my desk, but not today. Waiting on that reply from Aidan has been so distracting. My pencil juggles in my hands as I jump, losing my grip. It falls to the drafting table and rolls off the edge to the floor. With a shake of my head, I pull my phone out to unlock the screen. The text message has my cheeks flushing a soft pink as a smile crosses my face. My fingers fly over the on-screen keyboard typing back to him when a deep chuckle comes from the doorway. I jerk my head up to see who’s there, but I recognize the deep voice anyway.
“Well, somebody got laid.”
Standing to usher my best friend into my office, I peer out the door to make sure no one had been hanging around before shutting the door behind us. “Dammit, Luca. Just let the whole damn office know my business why don’t you?”
Throwing myself into my desk chair with a huff, I glare at my possibly soon-to-be ex-best friend. Okay, that’s taking things a bit too far, but just to be truthful, I’m so not happy with him right now. A frown appears on his face. “But no one was nearby
in the hallway. Plus, I didn’t say it that loud. Be fair, Jayson.”
His indignant tone makes me shake my head and sigh. He’s another person I’d never been able to stay mad at for long. “Was there something you wanted, Luc?”
“Details, mon ami, details.”
Luca gives me a lecherous grin as he plops down in one of the chairs on the opposite side of my desk. “Get to spilling. This moment has been years in the making.”
The mischievous look in his eyes makes me laugh while rolling my eyes. “It was good, and that’s all you’re going to get out of me. He’s not just some hook-up.”
He cocks a brow at my serious tone. Silence reigns in my office as he studies me. His eyes widen in surprise as he leans toward the desk with a lowered voice. “This isn’t just some long-lived fantasy being fulfilled. You still care for him.”
Sighing softly, I sink into the soft leather of my chair, leaning it back. I look down to my hands on my lap, sitting there quietly for a few moments. This man is my best friend in the entire world. I can’t lie to him. My gaze rises to meet his as he stares at me, waiting on an answer. “I never stopped caring for him, Luc. He’s always been there in my mind, in my heart, in my soul, since we were kids. I may have let him go physically, but I’ve always kept him with me.”
Luca’s eyes go comically wide as he leans back in his chair once more. He lowers his already deep voice as he speaks, “Fuck, you’re already in love with him, aren’t you?”
Oh, how I hate how he can read me like a book. I’m so hoping that Aidan hasn’t seen me as clear as Luc just had. So far, we’d had no feelings talk aside from me turning rather clingy after the amazing night we shared. At least, I thought it was amazing. I’m still on the fence on whether he thought so. Aidan could’ve just been scratching an itch and now has it out of his system. Doubts are very hard to swallow or fully send away. With a nod to Luca, I force myself not to look away from him. “I always have, and I always will. I was kidding myself when I thought I was in love with Blake. He never could measure up to the Aidan I had in my memory.”
I lean forward to grab a pencil from the cup on my desk before doodling a flower logo that had suddenly hit me for one of my projects on a piece of scrap paper. I don’t know what it is about our conversation, but it sparks an idea where I had been struggling with what the client had requested. My eyes dart back up as he speaks, “Just... protect your heart, okay? I can’t see you broken like that again. I don’t know Aidan, and you don’t know who he is now, either. He could be the use-them-and-lose-them type now.”
He holds up his hand with a shake of his head before I can argue his point. “No, I don’t want to hear ‘But he isn’t like that, Luc’ come out of your mouth. You’ve seen him twice since you’ve reconnected. You truly don’t know for sure. Just protect yourself, that’s all I’m saying, okay?”
There’s deep concern in those green eyes of his and it’s obviously for me. I must admit, he’s only speaking the truth. My already nervous thoughts spin into so many directions that I have to shake my head to clear the new fears that slip into my brain. I nod to him. “I promise.”
It’s the best I can do. I’ll still give Aidan the shot we both deserve.
Chapter 17
Aidan
I can’t wait to hit mate. ;)
Midway through my day, I pause in my work to text Jayson back. It’d taken a lot of self-control not to answer him when his text first came in no matter how much I’d been dying to. I knew if I got off track, the distractions would mount, and I had to wrap up this project today. Normally, I would’ve pulled a late shift the night before, but Jayson had me so caught up in him that thinking about work had been impossible. He’s so worth it though.
I set my phone face down to get back to work. Just as I’m about to put my headphones on my ears, two male voices murmuring out in the living room catches my attention. Frowning, I immediately recognize Clay’s voice, but who is with him? Normally, Clay makes sure I can’t hear any of his company during the day, so it strikes me as unusual. Call me nosy, but I have to know who it is.
I move to unlock the door as quietly as I can. Thanking the gods of WD-40, I open my door slightly so that the voices come through more clearly. Clay is talking, and his words make me open the door more to hear the conversation.
“Blake, buddy, do you really think it’s such a good idea? Where the hell have you been, anyway?”
Blake. There is only one Blake that Clay knows that I’m aware of. My eyes narrow at the thought of the man I’d only met a few times, but who had hurt my man deeply. Freezing in place, it hits me how I thought of Jayson as my man. Deep down, that’s exactly what my heart wants. Even after everything, I still want him to belong to me and only me. I’d do anything to make it so, and that includes busting into that living room and tearing Blake limb from fucking limb. I somehow abstain, for now. The man’s voice as he answers my best friend garners my attention.
“Oh, come on, Clay. Don’t give me that bullshit. Of course, it’s a good idea. I had a momentary lapse of insanity, and now after my break, I’m good to go. I went on a European tour and I highly recommend it if you need some space from your life.”
A growl hits my throat at his last words. Space from your life? Are you fucking kidding me right now? This guy is the biggest egotistical asshole I’ve ever the pleasure of knowing, and I don’t know him that well.
What they’re talking about escapes me since I’d missed that part of the conversation. I don’t think I want to know. There’s only one thing I do know, and that’s the fact that the son of a bitch better stay the hell away from Jayson. I may have let Jayson play the boss in the bedroom last night, but I would not tolerate that man in our lives. Not now, not ever. After what Blake had done to him, surely Jayson would agree.
Clay sighs and I can imagine him shaking his head. With a tone of resignation, he says, “If you think it’s best.”
I must have missed most of the conversation, so I quietly shut the door before clicking the lock into place. I want to go ask Clay what’s up, but if it’s important for me to know, Clay won’t hesitate to tell me. So, I go back to work.
* * *
My phone ringing jerks me out of the zone I’d slipped in to while working. My scrambling had paid off, and I’d finished before the deadline on my project, allowing me to jump immediately into the next one. Normally, I would’ve just cut out early, but knowing I’d be spending a lot of time with Jayson, it was better to get ahead. No sense in getting behind, right? Right.
Grabbing my phone off the desk, I flip it over to see Jayson’s smiling face on the screen. My heart tumbles in my chest as my finger slides across the screen to accept the call. There’s a smile in my voice as I lift the phone to my ear. “Well, good evening, Mr. Martin.”
His sweet laughter tickles my ear as it comes over the line. I can almost see him shaking his head at me as he speaks that to-die-for southern drawl in my ear. “It’s definitely a good evening now. Did I catch you at a good time?”
Tilting my head to hold the phone with my shoulder, I save my work and shut down all my programs. I don’t want to lose any of my hard work. That would damage my hard-earned reputation I’ve built for myself. “Anytime with you is a good time, Jayson.”
A blush is no doubt tinting his cheeks at my words. He seems somewhat shy around me despite us having been as intimate as two people can be. I’m not sure why, but I hope he’ll warm up even more soon. “I bet. I was wondering if you wanted to come over and just hang out like we used to… maybe watch some movies or something?”
Or something, can I choose that option? My mind has taken the dirty track. The man is too adorable for words, and I’m unbelievably attracted to him. To say my dick isn’t a fan would be a complete and utter lie, and a big one at that. A soft laugh leaves me and I’m glad he can’t read my thoughts through the phone. “That sounds like a great idea. Any particular time? Want me to bring anything?”
“Just you, Aid
an, just you.”
There’s no way for him to know how I would take those words. My poor man. “I’ll be there at seven.”
We say our goodbyes and I get ready to go. It doesn’t take me long at all.
* * *
I hold tight to the raincoat around me as I approach his front door. I’m a tad early, but he probably won’t mind. I’m way too eager to see him again and waiting in the car till seven isn’t working out for me. So, at ten till seven, my finger pushes his doorbell. It’s just a few moments before those blue eyes are sparkling at me in the fading sunlight. He laughs softly and holds the door open for me. “It’s not raining you know.”
“Oh, I know.”
Without saying more, I step into the house and wait for him to shut the door. Once it’s shut and locked, I release the hold on my jacket to grab hold of his hips. Pushing him against the door with my body, my lips descend to his to greet him with a kiss. He groans against my mouth as his hands raise up to grip my shirt. His nails scratch along my bare chest instead; suddenly he starts trying to push me away a bit. I lean back to see what’s wrong when those eyes drift down my body to what I’m wearing… or shall we say, not wearing. “Um… Aidan, you seem to have left some things at home?”
Giving that sexy man a grin, I look down at my naked body on full display. I try to give him my most innocent look. “Well, you did say just bring me.”
A fit of giggles takes him over as he sags against me in complete relaxed enjoyment in my arms. I’d never found giggles to be a turn on, but apparently, anything Jayson does turns all my knobs to high heat.
I hold him around the waist, just feeling the way his body shakes with his laughter. His clothes are warm against my skin, and I sort of wish they would just disappear. Shoving those thoughts away is probably my best bet in this moment. Sending my mind down the dirty path right now is way, way too obvious. He’d not only feel it, but it’ll be very visible.