They took the elevator down to the subterranean parking garage where Jamie’s Bugatti was parked. Jamie had turned thirty-one back in March, and his parents had gifted him with the latest sports model of that luxury car brand. The several-million-dollar car was definitely Kyle’s favorite in Jamie’s personal fleet ofvehicles.
Their social classes were as far apart as stars in space, but Kyle had made peace with that difference months and months ago. Kyle enjoyed the luxury life being with Jamie had opened him up to, but if Jamie were cut off from his family’s fortune tomorrow, Kyle wouldn’t leave. Jamie’s wealth wasn’t the reason why Kylelovedhim.
As the base disappeared in the rearview mirror and the dawn-tinged skyline of the Washington, D.C. megacity grew closer, Kyle reached out and put his hand on Jamie’s thigh, letting it rest there. Jamie turned his head to smile at him, blue eyes hidden behindsunglasses.
“Café or home?” heasked.
Kyle smiledback. “Home.”
Jamie had been away on his father’s campaign trail for two weeks before being recalled for last night’s mission. Kyle had spent those two weeks sharing the apartment with Alexei, the both of them deeply missing their significant others. He wouldn’t call it moping, but bachelorhood had definitely lost itsappeal.
Jamie mostly kept to the speed limit on the drive back home, the silence between them comforting after the last few hours of debriefing. The neighborhoods gradually increased in wealth, and the residential skyscraper that housed the luxury penthouse condo Jamie owned in the West End, one of the wealthiest zip codes in the megacity, finally cameintoview.
They parked in the reserved spot in the subterranean garage and got out. Jamie code-locked the car before they headed for the elevator and took it up to the penthouse. Kyle crossed the foyer to the front door and pressed his hand against the scanner, letting it read his print. The door unlocked and slid open, the attending computer turning on the lights for them as they steppedinside.
Kyle didn’t get very far before Jamie pressed up against his back, hands settling on his hips in a proprietary way. Jamie pressed a kiss to the top of Kyle’s head. “You wanttoeat?”
Kyle rocked back on his heels, leaning against Jamie’s solid body. Two weeks was a long damn time to sleep alone. “Icanwait.”
“Then let’s gotobed.”
“Yes,sir.”
The corner master suite had the curtains drawn over the plas-glass windows, but with the sun coming up, it was still bright enough to see everything. Kyle stripped out of his uniform in record time, mere seconds behind Jamie. He took a moment to just admire the picture Jamie made. Jamie was tall, with broad shoulders that tapered to a defined waist, the cut of his well-built body something any man would envy or lust after. The heat in his gaze made Kyle shiver inanticipation.
Jamie lifted a hand and cupped Kyle’s cheek, leaning down to kiss him. Kyle eagerly parted his lips, sinking into the kiss with a quiet hum as he tangled his fingers in Jamie’s newly trimmedblondhair.
“You went to the barber,” Kyle muttered against hismouth.
“The barber came to my father. Iborrowedhim.”
Kyle snorted before grabbing Jamie by the hand and leading him to the bed. “Of courseyoudid.”
Jamie ran his fingers through his hair, mouth quirking in that familiar smile Kyle loved. “It still fits under my hardhelmet.”
“Your hair is skirting maximum regulationlength.”
“Speaks the man whose hair wasn’t even close when wefirstmet.”
“I was Strike Force. We’re allowed to ignore therules.”
“Isthatso?”
Jamie pushed him down onto the bed and Kyle went willingly, spreading his legs as Jamie crawled after him. He wrapped his arms around Jamie’s neck, pulling him down into another kiss, this one a little deeper than the last. Kyle moaned when Jamie settled between his legs, their hardening cocks rubbing against eachother.
“You’re good at following my rules,” Jamie said as he brokethekiss.
Kyle leaned up and nipped at his mouth. “Ilikeyourrules.”
Which was true both inside and outside the bedroom. Kyle would follow Jamie into the middle of a firefight with no hesitation, and he’d go to his knees for the other man just as quickly. They paired well in the bedroom because Jamie knew exactly how much pain Kyle needed to truly get out of his head and enjoy their time together, while Jamie’s need for control was satisfied in Kyle’s willingobedience.
“Could’ve fooled me with how mouthy you are,”Jamiesaid.
Kyle smirked at him. “You like mymouth.”
“I do like how talented yourtongueis.”
Jamie loosely grasped Kyle’s wrists, sliding his hands upward and over his head on the bed. Kyle let him, anticipation making him squirm and arch against Jamie, looking for more friction. Jamie pressed one hand down hard on his hip, easily pinning him to the bed. Kyle couldn’t help but test his strength by trying to shift away from his grip. He huffed out a soft breath when Jamie settled more firmly against him, making it impossible toescape.
