Jameson stepped forward, his heart thumping. “Thank you,” he said. “You were perfect.”
Gray pushed a hand through his hair. “A little impulsive. I guess I was worked up. I’ll make sure to wash the blanket for you.”
Jameson laughed. “That’s sweet, but don’t worry about it.” He pressed his hands back on Gray’s chest and felt his heart thump back.
Gray placed his hand on the back of Jameson’s head. “What do you think? I should probably keep an eye on the security feed tonight, in case that guy decides he wants more trouble.”
Jameson bit down on his lip. The magic was still there. It came back the moment Gray entered the room. But he couldn’t lie that there was anxiety itching at the back of his neck, like the days after the photographer had made it to his bedroom window, when he felt like he was being watched even in the shower.
Back then, he’d been so rattled, he felt like he needed a man around to keep him safe. At least now, he didn’t have to wait.
Gray smiled, warmth flooding his expression. “Just promise me I’ll get a look at that makeup later, Jameson. As long as I know I got that treat waiting for me, I’ll be fine.”
Jameson felt giddy that Gray would say something like that, and the fact that he wasn’t pressuring for more right away made everything feel suddenly easy and right. “Let’s slow down tonight,” he agreed. If he was considering going farther with Gray, he didn’t want to do it with an eye on the window anyway. “But if you want, maybe you could sleep up here, once you’re done? I think the company would feel nice.”
Gray grinned, then waggled his eyebrows. “Sounds like a dream.”
Jameson laughed. “The bed is so big, I might as well share it.”
“Works for me,” Gray answered. “I’ll head down to the guest house and complete another security check and set everything up for the evening. You’ll be okay on your own?”
Jameson nodded quickly. “Yeah, I’m good. Just so long as you come back when you’re done.”
Gray chuckled. “Trust me, beautiful. I’m not going anywhere.”
Gray
Gray wokeup with his arms and legs sprawled out wide. His boxers were twisted at his waist, and his eyes were blurry as he blinked himself awake.
He stretched his arms even wider with a yawn, realized how much space there was around him, and then pulled himself up on his elbows.
“Oh, right,” he mumbled under his breath. Down across the bed, several feet from Gray, Jameson was curled up with a pillow in his arms.
“Damn pillow,” Gray grumbled. “Supposed to be me.”
He flipped over and straightened his boxers and tried to push his half-hard erection to the side. For a few minutes, he just lay there, watching Jameson sleep like a damn angel. His lips were slightly parted, a soft smile pulling at their corners. He looked so gentle, Gray could hardly believe that he was the same man as Justin Sweet, the action star who would never make those whimpering noises while he slept.
Gray crawled across the bed, the velvet fabric smooth beneath him. He promised himself that he would do whatever it took, not just to keep Jameson safe, but to make sure he was happy and that he didn’t disappear from the world again.
Something within Jameson had woken up right in front of Gray. He felt like Jameson’s happiness was his responsibility now, and he was sure as hell going to take it seriously.
Jameson’s phone started beeping on the bedside table, and he slowly woke up. Gray watched as he yawned, stretching out his legs so that his feet stuck out from under one of the smaller purple blankets, pointing toward the door. A second later, his eyes snapped open, and he turned straight to Gray.
“Morning, beautiful,” Gray said. He was leaning up on one elbow, staring at Jameson with an indulgent grin. “Your phone keeps beeping.”
Jameson rubbed his eyes. “Morning,” he said, then waved his hand at his phone. “Too early for that.”
Gray pulled himself the rest of the way across the bed. “How’d you sleep?”
Jameson purred lightly. His voice was gentle, almost like a whisper. “Good. Really good, actually. I didn’t even have anxiety about the paparazzi.”
“I’ll take a little credit for that,” Gray said, then pushed a strand of hair out of Jameson’s eyes. Jameson looked up to him with a sleepy, dazed expression, and then the phone rang out loudly again.
“Damn it.” Jameson snatched it up and punched a few buttons. “What the hell is so important, Dee?” he mumbled.
Gray watched as Jameson thumbed through his messages, squinting with concentration. Worry and concern worked over his face, and the pinched expression pulled Gray the rest of the way from sleep. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
Jameson frowned. He looked up like he was trying to figure out what to say, then handed the phone over with a frown.
