“I know that.” His dark eyes found mine. “And neither are you.”
The car stopped in front of the condo, his words spinning in my head. As we made our way to his front door, he stopped me on the porch.
“On a scale of one to ten,” he said. “How freaked out were you tonight?”
“At first… probably an eight.”
“Those guys on the patio?”
“Yeah,” I said.
“You kissed me though…” He folded his arms around my waist. “You didn’t have to do that. You could have ignored them.”
“I wanted to kiss you. Fuck those guys.”
His lips spread into a wide smile. “Do you want to kiss me now?”
“I always want to kiss you, Wild.” I grazed my lips over his. “Right now, I can think of a few other things I’d like to do, though.”
“Oh yeah?” He grabbed my ass as I pressed my lips to the soft skin of his neck.
“But you have to open the door first.”
Half asleep, I rolled over, my hand reaching for Wild, but he wasn’t there. I sat up, pulling the twisted sheet from between my legs. My eyes adjusted to the dark room, the clock on the nightstand my only light. It was a little after three in the morning, and I’d been asleep barely two hours. Running a hand over my face, I yawned, groggy from being at work all day, then staying up late with Wild. The staying up late was worth it though. Falling asleep with Wild in my arms, totally fucked out of his senses, was something I could get used to. Wondering where he was, I got out of bed, almost tripping over my jeans. I switched on the bedside lamp, and found Rosie and Gandalf curled up in a ball together at the foot of the bed. How or when they both got in here, I had no idea, but it was sweet as hell.
“Wanna go outside?” I asked but Rosie didn’t budge.
Gandalf just eyed me as I walked naked across the room to grab a pair of sweats from my bag. Once I was decent, I headed down the stairs and followed the sound of fingers clacking on a keyboard. Wild was in his office, wearing nothing but his underwear, typing away on his computer. He didn’t notice me leaning on the door frame, watching him as he chewed his bottom lip. His hands hovered over the keyboard, and he whispered to himself as he read whatever he had written on the screen. After a minute, I stepped into the room and he jumped.
“Shit,” he said, and leaned back in his chair. “You can’t sneak up on me like that.”
His eyes raked over my bare chest.
“Sorry,” I said, leaning down, I kissed his lips.
“You’re forgiven.”
“How long have you been awake?” I asked as he yawned.
“Never went to sleep.”
I scanned the two large bookshelves against the other wall. “What are you writing?”
“It’s a story I’ve been working on…” His voice trailed off as I picked up one of those Funko things he’d told me about. I stared at the miniature version of Frodo and smiled. “Do you really want to know?”
“Yes.” I laughed, turning to give him my attention. “Unless you don’t want to tell me.”
“It’s about this guy… Abel. He fell in love with his best friend, but it didn’t work out.”
“Sounds sad.”
“It is… but Abel gives him another chance.”
“Do they end up together in the end?” I asked.
“They do.”
It was just a story, and maybe it was ego that had me wondering if it had anything to do with me. Either way, his answer gave me hope.
“Can I read it… when it’s done, I mean?”
“I’d love that.” He smiled and pointed at the toy in my hand. “I told you I had a problem.”
“It’s cute,” I said.
Setting it down, I walked over to his desk.
“The tiny baby Frodo is cute? Or are you talking about my addiction for Tolkien?”
“Both.”
Looking up at me from his desk chair, he reached for my shoulder, pressing his fingers against the purple bruise on my skin. “Sorry about that.”
“I’m not.”
Thinking about Wild riding me again, his teeth on my skin, his hand in my hair, had me hard and ready for another round. His eyes fell to the growing bulge in my pants as I cupped his chin in the palm of my hand. I trailed the pad of my thumb over his parted lips, his hot breath on my skin made my balls tighten with need.
“I liked watching you lose control like that,” I whispered.
“I can tell.”
Wild stood, backing me against the desk as he kissed me. With his hands flat against my chest, he dragged them down my overheated skin. He pressed his lips to the mark he’d given me earlier, placing open-mouth kisses over my collarbone and down my chest. My fingers combed through his hair as he lowered himself into the chair, his lips licking and tasting the ridges of my abs, the tip of his nose tracing a line along the V of my hip bone. It didn’t matter how many times we fell into each other like this, each kiss he gave me, each touch, was like a fresh start, a brand new damn day, where everything I’d ever wanted was right at the tip of my fingers.
My skin puckered with goosebumps as his thumbs hooked into the band of my sweats. Too slow, he pulled them down, his lips following the trail of blond hair to the base of my dick. He grinned and I gripped the desk as his mouth surrounded the head of my cock. The wet warmth of his tongue slipped over my sensitive skin, and my eyes slammed shut as his eager lips moved along my shaft. My head tipped forward and he pushed a hand into his underwear. He stroked himself, his dark eyes heavy, and the sight of him, all wound up, cheeks flushed, was almost enough to make me come.
“Wild…”
He stood and I framed his face in my hands. Our kiss uncoordinated as I stepped out of my sweats and he shoved down his briefs. With our clothes on the floor, our bodies came together. Muscle and skin and hands and teeth. His entire body trembled as I ran my palm down his back and gripped his ass, my fingers digging into the flesh as I lifted his body. Wild’s legs wrapped around my hips as I pushed off the desk. Our lips met, rushed and hungry, his arms hugging my neck. I loved having him in my arms. Loved the weight of him, the way he fit, snug and perfect, against me.
“Couch,” was all he managed to say before his tongue slid into my mouth.
He straddled my thighs, his knees pinned against my hips as I sat us down onto the cushions of the small couch. My teeth scraped the delicate skin of his chin, his jaw. My lips finding a home just below his ear. I licked my tongue along the curve of his neck, sucking on the smooth skin until he moaned, until he was marked like me. I pulled back and kissed the bruise.
“Don’t be too proud of yourself,” he said, his lips breaking into a stunning smile.
I pinched his ass, and he squirmed in my lap.
“God, I want you again,” he said, both of us groaning as our dicks rubbed together. “No one makes me feel like you do, Jax.”
“Should we go upstairs?”
“No,” he panted. “I think I have a condom in my laptop bag.”
Wild kissed me as he shifted his weight and moved off my lap. I tracked him as he walked across the room, loving his long legs and the muscle of his thighs. He bent down, rummaging through his bag, and I enjoyed the front-seat view I had of his ass. When he turned around, he caught me staring. I didn’t look away, my appreciation for his body visible in the way my dick twitched as he walked toward me with a condom in his hand.