Gage stepped in first, and Scar crowded close behind him—even that small amount of contact made his breath catch.
Their assistants piled in too, all four of them squeezing into the space.
“Are you fuckin’ shittin’ me?” Scar gritted.
Gage couldn’t help the chuckle that bubbled up, laced with an irritated groan.
“Perfect timing, as always, Rose.”
“What?” she said innocently, wearing a shit-eating grin. “You don’t expect us to hike up all of those stairs, do you? We don’t have the stamina of a Raven, thank you very much.”
The others tried to hold in their snickering, but failed, as the elevator seemed to take longer than usual.
Finally, the doors dinged open on the third level, and the four of them stepped out.
“Have a good evening, boys,” Rose tossed over her shoulder.
The instant the doors shut, their bags hit the floor at the same time.
They slammed into each other, mouths fused in a kiss that was all fire and urgency.
Scar’s lips devoured his with a desperation that mirrored his own.
His hands were everywhere as Scar dug his fingers into his hips to pull him closer. He clutched at Scar’s shoulders, the solid muscle flexing under his palms.
Scar’s mouth broke from his just long enough to yank his collar aside to expose his throat. He dragged his tongue over his skin before he bit down hard enough to make him gasp.
Gage tipped his head back against the mirrored wall as Scar panted against him, licking and biting up his jaw before sealing their mouths together again.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” Scar murmured, reaching down and squeezing his ass. “Missed touching you.”
Gage moaned in agreement as he slipped his hand between them and palmed the thick ridge of Scar’s cock straining against his zipper.
“Ah fuck,” Scar gritted.
The feel of that pulsing hardness sent a jolt straight to Gage’s core, the way it throbbed in reaction to his touch as if it were his to own.
Every stroke tightened his balls, making his thighs clench. He massaged it slowly, deliberately, reveling in the power of drawing such deep groans from Scar.
“I want all of this inside me,” he whispered against his husband’s lips, husky and unfiltered.
He worked the band loose from Scar’s hair, letting it fall down his back, before he threaded his fingers through soft strands.
Scar bucked his hips, a tremor running through him.
“You will… after I lick you everywhere. And I do mean…everywhere.”
It was a sexy-as-hell promise that made Gage’s body flush hot at the thought of Scar’s tongue in his—
The elevator dinged and the doors parted on their floor. They spilled into the hall in a tangle of limbs and laughter muffled against each other’s mouths.
Scar backed him against the wall and thrust his hips forward.
They kissed, sliding up and down the wall, Scar’s mouth trailing heat along his neck, then back to claim his lips with slow, deep sweeps of his tongue.
“I need to touch you. Right now,” he said, fumbling for Scar’s belt buckle.
He tugged at the leather and metal, his heart pounding in his ears.
