His one-word answer came two hours later. Two hours! He must’ve been busy if he couldn’t answer me for two fucking hours. Maybe he’d been busy with someone else for those two hours and only answered me when he was finally free. I groaned out loud when I realized I sounded like an angry, jilted lover. I had a nice set of balls, and it was time I used them and took a chance.
Can I come over?Go big or stay home. This time his response was immediate.
I’ll leave your name at the security gate.
I showered, shaved, and brushed and flossed my teeth. My grooming had more to do with ridding myself of nervous energy than any real expectation of what would happen at his house. Okay, wishful thinking might have played a big part in the way I’d manscaped before I put on a pair of ass-hugging jeans and a sweatshirt.
I showed my ID to the guard on duty, and he opened the gate for me. My heartbeat accelerated as I drove through Jag’s neighborhood. I hadn’t really worked through what I wanted to say in the hours that I’d waited for him to respond, and I was no closer to a plan when he opened the door after I rang the bell.
I didn’t know what I expected to see in his dark eyes, but the wariness in his expression took me by complete surprise. My excitement faded at the thought that I might be to blame for his hesitation. Well, fuck. Instead of him grabbing me by my shirt and hauling me over the threshold, he quietly stepped aside so I could enter.
“Where do you want to do this?” Gone was the hot, hungry voice I had come to associate with him, and in its place was sad resignation that doused any lusty feelings I had. I turned in his foyer to face him.
“What?”
“You came here for sex, right? I would have thought you wore yourself out with the twink last night, but apparently, he wasn’t enough to get it done. So where do you want to do this?”
“I didn’t come here for sex.”Lie.Jag’s expression said he didn’t believe a word I’d just said. “And nothing happened between Kit and me.” I thought I saw a spark of happiness in his eyes, which both thrilled and irritated me. “You’re one to talk,Bruce. You ran off to attend to someone’s ‘emergency’ needs last night, so why are you giving me shit? Afraid you can’t get it up so soon?”
“Are doubting my virility now, Bones?” Jag’s nostrils flared as he advanced on me. “Just to set the record straight, that was a text from a friend who’d had a tumultuous day. I think you’re just picking a fight so we can tussle before we fuck it out of our systems? There’s no need to pretend. You’re here to get fucked, and I’mupfor the task.” I backed up, countering every step he took forward, until his large frame pressed me against a wall. He wasupall right and making it very hard for me to concentrate.
“I didn’t come here to fight or get fucked.” I licked my lips that had suddenly gone dry from all my labored breathing. He made me so crazy with lust that I feared he’d have me panting like a begging dog. “Besides, it’s my turn to do the fucking.”
Jag pulled back from me slowly, his hooded eyes locked on mine. “Come and get it, then.”
He turned and walked into his living room. I followed him after I picked my jaw up off the floor. I had almost caught up to him when a streak of gray fluff followed by a black one ran in front of me and knocked me off-balance. I tripped forward and crashed into his back, which knocked him to his hands and knees. I landed draped all over him in just about the perfect mounting position. My dick twitched happily in my briefs at the thought of filling him again.
“So you want to scrap after all,” Jag said as he dropped and rolled to his side. I collapsed once his supporting weight was no longer beneath me. Jag took advantage and rolled us until I was pinned beneath him. “I love your aggressiveness and eagerness to fuck me, Bones, but you could’ve broken my dick just now.”
He lowered his head at the same time I raised mine and our mouths met in the middle for a savage kiss. There was no other way to describe the almost painful passion that erupted between us every time we came together. He bit my lip hard enough to draw blood, and I hissed angrily between parted lips. Just as quickly, soothing swipes of his tongue over the offended flesh dulled the anger to a lust so intense I completely lost sight of myself. My only thought was pinning him down and taking his ass again because no one else made me feel what he did.
“That’s right, Bones,” he whispered wickedly in between nips and bites to my neck. “Show me what you want from me.” He was taller and probably had more than thirty pounds on me, but I liked the challenge he presented.
I should’ve been appalled Jag had a stash of condoms and lube handy in his coffee table drawer, but right then, I was just thankful as I began stretching him open to receive me. Gratitude turned into elation as his tight rim strangled the head of my dick.
“Fuck me already,” he snarled as I took my sweet time letting him adjust to my penetration. He kept bucking his hips back onto my cock, and it was enough to snap what little control I had. “Miller!” He roared my name as I slammed deep inside him and rode his ass like it was my last rodeo. Jag played the role of a bucking bronco very well, but he wasn’t trying to unseat me. His ass eagerly met every thrust until we were reduced to a spunky, sweaty pile of tangled limbs on his living room floor.
“I actually only came over here to talk to you,” I told him once some of my blood had returned to my brain. “Sex was just wishful thinking.”
“Talk?” His incredulous snort told me he didn’t believe me. “Give me a few minutes and we can ‘talk’ some more.”
“Seriously, Jag.” I eased my dick out of him and rolled over onto my back. I turned my head and looked into his suspicious dark eyes. “I hadn’t even planned on taking you up on your offer until your critters tripped me and knocked me into you.” I wasn’t even sure what type of animals had run in front of me.
“You’re going to blame my kittens for you knocking me to the floor and fucking me senseless?”
“Yes, I’m blaming your kittens because it’s the truth.” I was thrilled to hear him say I’d fucked him senseless, but my mind kept going back to him owning kittens. He didn’t strike me as the fuzzy kitty type, which made me wonder what else he might be hiding beneath his sexy veneer. I sensed there were even more layers to him than I’d first thought, and damn if I didn’t want to peel back every single layer to discover the real Jagger Jackson.
“Riiiiight. I’ll play along, Bones, because I’m curious what you’re going to say next. If you didn’t come here for sex, then what did you come here to talk about?” His smug tone challenged me, but I wasn’t backing down.
“Sex.” His right eyebrow shot up.
“Like you need some pointers or advice?”
I rolled my eyes, reached over, and twisted one of his nipples until he cried out. “Does it look like I need pointers on how to fuck? Do I need to remind you of the pleading and begging you did just now?” He narrowed his eyes at me and rubbed his hand over his aching nipple. “I wanted to talk to you about us having sex more often than once every few months.” He looked skeptical about my proposal but didn’t say anything. “We’re really good together, Jag, and I trust you. I love having sex, but I hate the complications of trying to find someone who also doesn’t want a relationship.”
“Miller, I don’t think people can hook up and have a lot of sex without someone developing feelings or getting attached to the other person. I really like having sex with you too, but I won’t be able to give you anything more. It’s just not in the cards for someone like me.” Was he saying he didn’t think he deserved to be loved? That was a far cry from just not believing in love. I wanted to ask more, but he spoke first. “If sex is all you expect or want from me, then I’m in.”
I should’ve said more or even asked some questions, but Jag pressed his lips to mine and pulled me tight against his body. My brain short-circuited as his hands roamed all over my body as if they had missed the feel of my skin. My only thought was experiencing the pleasure that only he could give me. Had I been more cognizant, I would’ve worried about becoming addicted to him and the way he made me feel.
