“Damn, you’re a savage, Daydream. I like it,” Charlie said around a laugh.
Day’s answering laugh was empty. Jackson could have his virginity with nothing more than a crook of his finger. Day knew it. Jackson knew it. He was pretty sure Wyatt and Charlie knew it, too. But if Day let Jackson in, all the way in, into his body and his soul, it was all over for him. He’d be screwed. Three days. It had only taken Jackson three days to erode his walls enough to make Day care, to make him want things that weren’t meant for him. Where would Day be in three months when this was all over and Jackson was gone and Day had to go back to his old life? He didn’t want to think about that.
“Don’t hate the player, hate the game,” Day said.
The three of them burst out laughing all at once, sounding like a bunch of drunken teenagers.
Jackson’s voice boomed from downstairs. “What are you guys getting into up there?”
“Oop, Daddy’s mad,” Charlie said before they all erupted into another fit of laughter.
God, Dayreallymissed having friends.
Jackson couldn’t believe he’d lectured Webster about keeping his mouth shut to keep Charlie and Wyatt away only to call them in himself. Setting the two of them loose on Day was a dirty move, but Jackson didn’t know what else to do. It was clear to Jackson that Day was conflicted. About everything. He was also lonely. For as much as he had seemed afraid to be alone with the kids yesterday, he’d seemed to enjoy Chloe’s company. Jackson only seemed to make Day nervous or upset…or horny.
Jackson didn’t mind that last one, except, when it was over, Day immediately ran away. He was hiding something. Or maybe he was afraid. Of what, Jackson wasn’t sure. He didn’t think it was him. No, Day seemed to thoroughly enjoy teasing Jackson, toying with him, even fighting or verbally sparring with him. But there was something there between them that Jackson just couldn’t get past. They’d only known each other for a few days. Jackson needed to be patient. That’s all.
Jackson’s cell phone vibrated across the kitchen countertop angrily. He sighed, picking it up. “Hello?”
“Hey, boss. It’s Hurley.”
Hurley was in charge of the Miami branch while Jackson was out of town. “What’s up?”
“Angel Fuentes is losing his shit. Says he’s pulling his account.”
Angel was one of his biggest clients. A small arms dealer who gave Jackson a lot of money to protect his men during transactions. “What? Why? What the fuck happened?”
“Shit went south in Bogata. Garcia says it was just a misunderstanding, but Fuentes is saying one of his men ended up with a bullet in his knee and is now disabled for life. I tried to appease him, but he only wants to talk to you.”
“I’ll set up a phone meeting,” Jackson said.
“He wants it face to face. He wants you down here by tomorrow night or he’s walking with his whole account.”
Fuck.
“Yeah, alright. Call Pam and ask her to book a private charter and a spot on the terrace at La Mar for tomorrow night. I’ll start packing my bag.”
He hung up as Wyatt and Charlie came bounding down the stairs. “Bye, Jackson,” they called out in unison.
“Bye,” he echoed, staring up at Day’s open doorway.
Jackson walked up the stairs, resigned. He’d see if Linc could come stay with Day for the next few days while he tried to work things out with Fuentes. It was the logical thing to do. If Jackson was going to pull this one out of the fire, he needed to focus.
Day laid on his belly across the bed, those short white shorts he’d worn earlier molded to the generous swell of his ass as he thumbed over whatever he was looking at on his phone. Jackson crossed the room, blanketing Day’s body with his own. Day gave a startled breathy laugh before crossing his arms and resting his cheek on them so he could see Jackson over his shoulder. “Back for more already?” Day asked before catching his lower lip between his teeth in a look that let Jackson know Day wouldn’t refuse him. The thought had him getting hard once more.
“Don’t tempt me any more than you already are in those shorts,” Jackson said, his lips brushing across Day’s jaw and cheek. Jackson just couldn’t stop touching him. It was maddening. He pressed his cock against Day’s ass. Day wiggled beneath him invitingly. “Stop distracting me, you little tease.”
There was no malice in his words. If anything, the taunt only made Day more flirty, tilting his hips so he was grinding himself against Jackson’s throbbing erection.
“If you don’t stop that, I’m going to drag those shorts off you and bury myself in that tight little ass of yours, auction be damned,” Jackson growled.
Day’s answering whimper went straight to his cock. “I love it when you talk dirty to me,” he whispered, his voice breathy and strained.
“You’d let me fuck you, wouldn’t you?” Jackson asked, his voice like gravel. “You’d let me peel those shorts off you, work you open nice and slow, before sinking my cock into you inch by inch.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Fuck, you’re so good for me. Such a good boy for me,” Jackson said, his lips finding Day’s, his tongue slipping inside, teasing at Day’s. The angle was awkward, but Day didn’t seem to care. He was gone, melted into the bed, his hips pressing into the mattress before pushing up into Jackson’s dick.
