The bed creaked beneath them, and Patrick tried to meet each hard thrust halfway. He bent his elbows, leaning down to kiss Jono on the mouth, only to miss as his body shook through a particularly deep thrust.
He bit at the edge of Jono’s jaw, moaning loudly as Jono fucked him with a single-minded intensity Patrick would never complain about.
“Come on, fuck me harder,” Patrick got out against Jono’s skin. “Fuck me like you mean it. Like I’m yours.”
Jono let out a growl that vibrated between them. Patrick swore when Jono slid out of him, but before he could protest, he was rolled onto his side as Jono moved out from underneath him. Patrick got up on his elbows, but that was as far as he got before Jono slid back inside him, pinning him face-first to the bed and fucking him so hard starbursts of light exploded on the back of his eyelids.
“This what you want?” Jono growled into his ear. “Me fucking you so everyone will know you belong to me?”
Patrick spread his knees as wide as he could and got one hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself off, so close to the edge he could practically taste it. “I want them to know you’remine. That you’re the only one who gets to fuck me like this.”
Jono swore, his fingers digging into Patrick’s hips with bruising strength he knew would leave a mark. Patrick came like that, held down and fucked nearly breathless, Jono’s cock deep inside him and the pack scent he could never smell buried in his skin.
Jono collapsed on top of Patrick, forcing his cock deeper as he came, hips grinding against his ass. Patrick could only shake through it, overwarm and refusing to move. Jono ran his hands over Patrick’s body before leaning down to leave a lingering kiss on his shoulder.
“You’re so bloody thick if you think I’ll ever look at anyone else when I have you,” Jono murmured.
Patrick clenched down on Jono’s softening cock, sighing softly. They were messy and sticky, but Patrick didn’t care, not when Jono was tracing promises into his skin with warm fingers.
10
A loud knockon their hotel room door had Jono opening it after Patrick dropped his wards and indicated it was okay. Wade wrinkled his nose in greeting, then held up a stolen bottle of air freshener.
“I came prepared,” Wade said, brandishing the bottle at him.
Jono rolled his eyes. “Don’t be rude to housekeeping. Put that back where you found it.”
“I need it more than they do right now.”
“You spray our room, I’m dumping all your snacks in the trash,” Patrick threatened as he finished knotting his tie.
Wade gasped loudly before narrowing his eyes. “You wouldn’t.”
Jono snagged the bottle of air freshener from him. “Where’s Sage?”
“We were gonna wait for you guys downstairs, but she sent me back up because there’s an asshole waiting for you.”
Jono tossed the bottle of air freshener into the hotel room, not caring where it landed. “Who?”
“That Bryson guy.”
Patrick swore and went to grab his suit jacket from the wardrobe. “What the fuck does he want now?”
“Uh, breakfast? Like me? Sage said our table is ready, and I’m hungry.”
Patrick looked fit to murder someone, but he didn’t raise his shields. Jono could still smell him—the underlying bitterness that was Patrick’s own scent, along with the scent of them together and the pack on its own. The mix was better than any cologne on the market as far as Jono was concerned.
“Let’s go,” Patrick ordered.
Jono let him leave first, enjoying the view of Patrick from behind. The suit was decently tailored and fit him well, and it wasn’t every day Jono got to see him clean up nice. Jono figured Nadine probably had a hand in it at some point since it was reasonably on trend.
He let the door close and latch behind him before hurrying after Patrick and Wade. They took the lift down, exiting into the lobby. Sage stood near one of the chaise lounges, dressed casually, with a tote bag on her shoulder. Bryson stood a meter away from her, hands at his sides, not showing throat but not looking like he wanted to fight.
They strode across the lobby, and Jono watched as Bryson turned his head to look at them, eyes hidden behind sunglasses. Beyond the hotel’s sliding glass front doors, it looked as if the sun from yesterday had been swallowed by clouds.
“Give me one good reason I shouldn’t knock your ass into the street?” Patrick demanded in a low voice once they got within arm’s reach, mindful of the front desk workers nearby.
“Because it would go against pass-through rights when I’m not here to fight,” Bryson drawled. He sniffed unsubtly, jaw twitching a little from whatever he was picking up from Patrick.
