Jamie burrowed his face against the curve of Kyle’s throat as he pressed Kyle against the wall, trapping him there. Kyle bent an arm to grab weakly at Jamie’s shoulder, trying to pull himcloser.
“Please, sir.Please,” he begged, not sure what he was begging for, but knowing that whatever Jamie wanted, that’s what Kylewanted,too.
Jamie’s breath hitched in his throat, the sound intimate in Kyle’s ear, before he rocked backward, the hard slide out burning straight through Kyle. When he thrust back in again, Kyle’s yell was choked off by a hard yank of the tie. He nearly bit through his tongue as Jamie fucked into him again, hard and heavy behind him, his own cock scraping painfully againstthewall.
Kyle stared up at the ceiling, air punched out in whistling breaths with every thrust of Jamie’s cock, like a perfectly held beat in a song. He couldn’t think beyond the ache in his chest, the burn in his ass, and the tight circle of silk around his throat that Jamie never letgoof.
Dimly he felt Jamie’s hand on his cock, the arm around his waist half-holding him up against the wall as Jamie pounded into him. Then Jamie’s hand let go of the tie and wrapped around his throat,squeezing, and Kyle couldn’tbreathe.
He came like that, breathless and almost weightless, pinned between Jamie’s cock and ever-sure grip. Release poured through him in shivery waves that made his lungs hurt. For a second, everything went black, and his knees gave out beneath him before Jamie let go of his throat, loosened the tie, and gifted him the ability to breatheagain.
It was on that first deep breath that Jamie came, spilling into him with a deep groan that resonated through Kyle’s body, they were pressed so close together. Jamie wrapped both arms around him, breathing harshly against Kyle’s sweaty hair. Kyle was dimly aware they were both shaking from the intensity of what they’d just shared, and as much as he wanted to say something, he couldn’t find thewords.
Jamie ran a comforting hand down Kyle’s side before pulling out. Jamie carefully eased Kyle around until he could put his back against the wall, still twitching through the aftershocks of orgasm. Jamie cupped his face with one hand before leaning in to kiss him softly. Kyle wasn’t coordinated enough to kiss back, and could only hum in appreciation when Jamie carefully undid the knot of the ruined tie and tossed it on thedresser.
The heat from bruises was gone from his throat; Kyle idly missed them. Jamie’s marks never lasted very long, but the memories were enough to keep Kyle warm when they wereseparated.
“The things you let me do to you,” Jamie murmured, kissing him softly on the corner of hismouth.
“Mm,” was all Kyle could manage, the noise a smug little hum passing across his lips. Athank you, alove you, that he knew Jamie wouldunderstand.
No matter the language, Jamie always knew what he wanted, what heneeded.
Jamie slipped his hands beneath Kyle’s thighs, easily hauling him up into his arms. Kyle had enough coordination left to wrap his arms around Jamie’s shoulders as Jamie carried him to the bed, where he was divested of his shoes and clothes, and tucked beneath the warm blankets. Jamie joined him after getting out of his own clothes, leaving them in a heap on thefloor.
Kyle blinked slowly at him as Jamie got comfortable before wrapping Kyle in his arms. He closed his eyes, still floating, despite being grounded by the man he loved lying next to him, telling him to, “Sleep.”
Sohedid.
8
Eye of theBeholder
Sun Tech wasone of the premier solar power companies in the country, a blue chip stock option that Jamie’s family had invested in during his great-grandfather’s time. Its headquarters was located in the Los Angeles megacity despite its main fields of solar panels having been zoned within the Mojave Desert in California and the Sonoran Desert inArizona.
Even during autumn, the desert wasn’t an easy place to travel to, much less use as a backdrop for a political campaign stop. Jamie could see why his father had chosen to hold his speech at Sun Tech’s main solar panel manufacturing plant with its up-to-date environmentals over the heat of a sunbakeddesert.
Kyle leaned against Jamie as he peered out the side window, squinting at the people milling around the entrance. Most of them were in suits or conservatively tailored dresses that spoke of campaign workers as opposed to actual employees ofSunTech.
“They made your dad a sign,”Kylesaid.
Jamie glanced at the holographic sign set up above the sliding metal doors welcoming Senator Richard Callahan before refocusing on his personal tablet. “There’s always a sign. It’s not a campaign stopwithoutone.”
“Am I going to have to wave one around in thecrowd?”
“You’ll be stage-side, even if you won’t be up there with me. You don’t need tocarryone.”
“I’m telling everyone you said that if they try to pawn one offonme.”
“We’re here, sir,” their driverannounced.
Jamie biolocked his tablet before tucking it away in his suit pocket and undoing his seatbelt. A special agent already on the premises approached the SUV and opened the door for him. Weather forecasts had warned of Santa Ana winds throughout the day. Jamie had to duck his head against some of the grit blowing throughtheair.
Honestly, he’d rather be back in D.C. keeping watch over his team and the threat Cillian Halloran posed than smiling for thecameras.
“Your father is expecting you, sir,” Burwell said as he got out of the front passenger seat. “We’ll escort youtohim.”
“I’m perfectly capable of finding him on my own,” Jamie replied as Kyle exitedtheSUV.
