“If you need anything—” Jayson offered.
“Appreciate it.” Jerking upright, he released a sigh and shook his arms out. “Let’s talk about something else. Something not depressing as shit.”
Jayson’s mouth edged up. “I think Sabrina and I managed to christen every room in my house.”
“Alright!” Lex extended his closed fist and they bumped knuckles. Then he shifted over on the couch, suddenly wary. “Just hopefully not where I’m sitting.”
Jayson laughed. “You’re fine,” he assured him, remembering how they’d fucked on the floor and then against the wall.
Neither said anything for a moment, then Lex cleared his throat. “So, ah, about that…”
“What?”
“The sex. It was good?”
“Better than good. Fucking phenomenal. Best I’ve ever had.” Jayson leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You know when you can’t get enough? And then it turns into something so powerful, and the connection leaves you without words? Because your mind is so blown, you can’t even string asentence together. And all you want to do is make it last as long as possible. Like…forever.”
“No,” Lex responded. “I mean, yes, I get lusting after a woman. But once I’ve had her, what’s left to want?”
“A future,” Jayson said in a low voice, everything suddenly becoming crystal clear. Images of his time with Sabrina flashed through his mind like a highlight reel: firing their guns side by side against Ferrante’s men, seeing her whisper and giggle with Emma, baking in his kitchen, riding the horses on the trails, lying in bed together after sharing the best sex of his life.
Lex chortled. “You sound like a man in love.”
“Yeah, I do.” Jayson released a low breath. “Because I think I am.”
“Can’t say I’m surprised to hear it.” Lex cursed and raked a hand through his brown hair. “And another one bites the dust. Now you gotta man-up and get your woman back.”
“Any ideas?”
“Can you still catch her at the airport and give her that grand gesture? I’m sure you’ve got a boombox laying around here somewhere you can hold over your head.”
“No, I think it’s too late for that. And I’m no Lloyd Dobler.” He checked his watch. “She should be in the air right now.”
“Hell, I thought the older we got, the less chance any of us would ever find anyone. We’re supposed to be cynical old bachelors having less sex and telling punk kids to stay off our lawn.”
“I had more sex this past week than I’ve had since Emma was born. Hell, ever.”
Lex arched a brow then leaned in closer, voice dropping to a confidential tone. “Isn’t it supposed to get harder in that department as we get older, though? Or, less hard,” he joked, seemingly a little uncomfortable. “I mean, that’s what I’ve heard. And you’re definitely older than me, so you’d know.”
“I’ve had zero problems,” Jayson assured him, then narrowed his eyes. Was Lex talking from experience? Was the biggest playboy in Cielo Springs having problems in the bedroom? “Why? You?”
“No,” he answered far too fast. Then he snorted in derision for good measure. “Of course not. Are you kidding me?”
Before Jayson could reply, a loud crash jolted them both to their feet. Spinning around, he saw the rear sliding door had been shattered and an object came hurtling into the house.
“Flashbang!” Lex yelled, and they both dove for cover.
Chapter fifteen
Smoke and a bright flash of light filled the room, but Jayson and Lex didn’t wait around to find out what came next. They needed weapons. And really fucking fast.
Jayson sprinted toward his office, Lex right on his heels. They crossed the hallway, ducked inside and slammed the door shut. He ran straight to the gun safe and punched in the combination. It opened up, revealing a mini arsenal.
“What the fuck is going on?” Lex grabbed an M4A1 carbine, slung it over his shoulder, and took the Glock 19 and holster Jayson handed him.
“Ferrante?” Jayson stuffed bullet cartridges into his pockets, then grabbed his Glock, strapped the holster around his waist, and reached for the MK16 rifle.
“He’s probably pissed we got Emma back.”
