“I’m starting to see a pattern with your friends, Sir,” he murmured, though when Vincent pressed closer and fastened his lips to Jasper’s neck, he couldn’t have said what day it was, much less voice a fleeting thought of Vincent’s friends all being dicks.
“You’ll probably like Aston better, then,” Vincent murmured between kisses as he moved down Jasper’s throat.
“Uh-huh.”
“He’s the one who took all the photos hanging in the club.”
Jasper blinked as his brain caught up with the fact Vincent wasn’t kissing him anymore and was instead staring down at him with a considering expression. “Pictures,” he repeated, the word feeling like nonsense on his tongue. He swallowed the whine building at the back of his throat. Why were they still talking when they could be having sex?
The pictures in the club. The black-and-white portraits of people in various poses that lined the walls. Most of them naked or at least showing a lot of skin. Vincent had said he’d hang a picture of Jasper if he let him, but that was only talk. Right?
“You want a picture of me?” he asked, eyeing Vincent warily when he nodded. “Why would you want a picture of me hanging in the club?”
“Various reasons,” Vincent replied, sliding a hand under Jasper’s shirt and circling a finger around his nipple. “I did warn you I was a voyeur.”
Jasper swallowed a moan and valiantly fought to stay focused. “You do-don’t need a picture for that.”
“Maybe I want the reminder. Or the simple pleasure of having a framed portrait of you submitting for me.” He punctuated the comment with a quick pinch and tug on Jasper’s nipple, and that was the end of Jasper’s battle.
None of the photos in the club had faces. If Vincent wanted to add one of Jasper to the wall, he didn’t really mind. It was kinda hot actually. Jasper knew he wasn’t much to look at. No muscles from working out, much less a cut physique, but apparently Vincent liked something about him enough to immortalize in a picture.
“Okay.” He tugged Vincent close enough to nip his lower lip. “Nowcan we have sex?”
Vincent huffed a laugh against Jasper’s cheek. “Insatiable.”
“Your fault, Sir.” He worked his shirt over his head then sprawled out on the bed. “You need to take responsibility. I expect mind-blowing sex atleastonce a day while we’re here.”
“Oh, how will I ever meet such demanding… demands.”
Jasper grinned. “Such eloquent eloquence, Sir. You really have a way with words. Really swept me off my fe-eeet!” he squeaked, rolling away with a laugh when Vincent retaliated by pinching his side. He tried to crawl away, but Vincent easily pinned him down, and when Vincent’s lips traced a path down his spine, he gave up trying to get away altogether.
Chapter 7
JASPER LAZEDin bed after he woke, his excitement returning tenfold with consciousness. He was officially on vacation. With Vincent.
He rolled over to find Vincent still asleep and leaned in to press a light kiss to his cheek before climbing out of bed. When he made it to the kitchen to start breakfast, he was surprised by all the food in the fridge, though he probably shouldn’t have been. If Vincent knew the owners, he was likely getting all kinds of perks. Even the coffee was the same kind as the one Vincent had at home, and he rolled his eyes as he started a pot.
He put some music on his phone and started scrambling eggs with bacon. Vincent finally joined him when he was finishing up and sleepily nuzzled into his neck. Jasper tipped his head back with a grin. “What’s the plan for today?”
Vincent tightened his arms with a hum and kissed across Jasper’s neck and shoulders. “Hiking.”
“Sex first?” he pleaded, bumping his ass into Vincent’s groin.
Vincent groped him and stole a piece of bacon before filling a cup of coffee. “Maybe.”
“MAYBE, MYass,” he grumbled under his breath, trudging out of the cabin after Vincent, but his disappointment faded quickly as they followed a path into the woods.
There were no sounds of the city. No cars honking or zooming past. No people shouting. No stench of exhaust. He breathed deep and tipped his head back as he listened to thebirds and insects. It was still early enough it wasn’t too hot, and a cool breeze rustled through the leaves. He’d never seen so much green before.
The path was packed dirt and rocks, winding through the trees until it branched in three directions. A sign pointed out a lake to the left, hot springs in the center, and a recreation center and main office to the right.
Vincent headed left, and Jasper took the chance to thread their fingers together and lean into Vincent’s side.
“Where’s the zip lining?”
“It’s a separate business that they partnered with a few miles from here.”
“Does that mean we can’t go?”
