I parted from him for a moment, grabbing lube and a condom from the pocket of my jeans. To be honest, I was anticipating the night would end like this, with the two of us finally giving in to our desires.
This moment felt right and perfect, and even my inner wolf agreed with me. I returned to Jaime, who had gotten on his hands and knees and positioned himself at the edge of the bed.
He groaned as I applied a generous amount of lube, relaxing him for my access. With that done, I put a condom on and positioned myself behind him.
Gripping his hips, I entered him slowly and carefully. I wasn’t exactly small, so I didn’t want to hurt him. Once I was balls-deep inside him, Jaime let out a breath.
“Faster, Chris,” he begged.
Those were the only words I needed to hear. I picked up the pace, settling on a rhythm that suited us both. In no time at all, I reduced us both to sweating and needy animals.
Each time I entered him, it felt like a part of my soul drifted out to touch his. I’d had my share of men, but none of them made me feel the way Jaime did. Like I was coming home.
Eventually, I shifted the angle of my thrusts. Jaime arched his back and let out a whimper. Realizing I’d found his sweet spot, I kept aiming for that special place.
My balls tightened against my body. I was about to reach my limit, but I knew Jaime was in a similar state. At my next push, Jaime came, screaming out my name.
Several pushes later, the room fell away from my line of sight, and I climaxed. Finally, I pulled out and slid next to him. We shifted, settling more comfortably, limbs tangling as the intensity softened into something warm and lingering.
Jaime rested his forehead against my shoulder, his breath evening out, his hand splayed over my chest like he belonged there. I stared at the ceiling. A stupid grin tugged at my mouth.
“You know,” I murmured, “this wasn’t exactly how I pictured undercover work.”
Jaime snorted softly. “You think?”
I laughed, quiet and content. Beside us, Pampi snored softly, utterly oblivious.
Morning crept in slow and lazy. I woke with the unfamiliar weight of contentment pressing pleasantly against my ribs. The sheets were warm. The bed smelled faintly like coffee, soap, and Jaime.
My wolf stretched languidly inside me, satisfied in a way that felt dangerous if I thought about it too hard. Jaime lay beside me, propped against the headboard, shoulders relaxed, dark hair still damp from where he’d showered earlier.
A tray sat between us, crowded with plates and mugs. There were eggs, toast, fruit, coffee, and something sweet I hadn’t ordered but wasn’t about to complain about.
“You know,” I said, reaching for my mug, “the buffet’s paid for.”
Jaime snorted softly. “I know.”
“And yet here we are. Hiding,” I added.
“I wouldn’t call it hiding,” he said, lifting his coffee. “Strategic avoidance.”
I grinned. “Fair.”
Pampi was curled in her crate near the window, belly up, paws twitching in what I hoped was a very good dream. Jaime had already taken care of her. He had fed her, watered her, and taken her out. Then Pampi promptly took a nap.
I watched Jaime butter toast, the quiet domesticity of it hitting me harder than it should have. There was no tension and no walls. It was just the two of us in a hotel room that suddenly felt personal.
I swallowed a bite of eggs and turned toward him.
“So,” I said, deliberately casual, “about last night?—”
My phone rang. The sound was sharp and intrusive, slicing clean through the moment. I groaned, fumbling blindly across the bed until my fingers closed around it. The screen lit up. Cooper.
“Of course,” I muttered.
Jaime’s eyebrow lifted. “Who is it?”
I glanced at the screen again, then answered. “Cooper.”
