Chapter One
“Jesus, you’re killing me,”Saxon knew he was growling. He could hear the gravel in his voice. He didn’t think Kendrick *Rick* Jones gave a single flying fuck. Not if the hum of satisfaction he felt vibrate along his dick was any indication. Saxon blew out a breath between clenched teeth.Do not come. Not yet.But nothing was fucking working… counting backward in his head… nope. Reciting the warrior’s creed… also nope. Not even mentally going through the steps of defusing a bomb was freaking working this morning. Especially not when Rick swallowed around the head of his dick.
Fire raced through his veins. His balls ached. He placed his hand on Rick’s cheek. He could feel his dick sliding against his wrist, adding an extra dimension to the sensations driving him crazy. God, he’d missed this. Had missed the way he could relax and let himself just enjoy the moment. It wasn’t possible with anyone else. Fuck knows he’d tried. But he always ended up deciding that getting laid wasn’t worth the stress of being with someone he didn’t know or trust.
Rick had to be tasting precum. Saxon knew his dick was giving it to him. He could feel it in the way his dick jerked and pulsed. Rick licked and sucked, then pulled his mouth off Saxon’s dick with a pop. “Taste?”
“Fuck yes.” Saxon gripped Rick by the shoulders and dragged him up, pulling him along his chest to claim his mouth. Pushing his tongue into Rick’s mouth, he tasted their combined flavor. “Better than the finest scotch.” He muttered between kisses.
“There is nothing remotely fine about scotch.” Rick grinned against his mouth. This was an old argument between them. “Nasty shit, burns the throat off ya.”
“Sure, there is, scotch is awesome.”
“Nope,” Rick pressed tiny kisses to his mouth, “But us? We taste fucking amazing. I’ve been craving this taste for weeks.”
“Me too.” He loved how open Rick was about how he felt at any given moment in time. Saxon never had to second guess if he was enjoying himself. Rick’s moans and other sexy as hell sounds made everything perfectly clear.
The beeping of a cell made both of them wince. Damn it, so much for a couple of days off. Saxon knew it wasn’t his phone. His ringtone on the burner he had with him was an instrumental version of Johnny Cash’s Ring of Fire. Which, in his opinion, was appropriate, considering his role as EOD for Red Squadron, a Task Force working under the umbrella of the US Military.
“Damn it,” Rick glanced at the dresser next to the hotel bed, “That’s me.” Leaning across, he grabbed the cell and squinted at the brightness of the screen. “Fuck, I gotta take this.”
“Sure.” Saxon was already talking to Rick’s back as the other man climbed off him and walked to the bathroom to take the call. Reaching down, he stroked his dick, “Sorry, bud, I think we are gonna get dumped.”
“You make a habit of talking to your dick?”
“My dick has impeccable taste, and sometimes I need expert advice.”
“It sure does.” Rick dropped his cell on the end of the bed, and reached for his jeans. “It tastes fucking awesome too.” Pushing first one foot, and then the other into the denim, he pulled them on, “But you’re right.” His voice filled with what sounded like disappointment. “I gotta go.”
“Hey, Rick?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t go catchin’ feelings k,” Saxon waved a hand between himself and Rick. “We’re just fucking.”
“Then you don’t give a shit, if I go on a date with a guy from work?”
Woah, woah, woah, who the fuck said anything about dating someone else? What the hell?If Rick was dating, then this was over. They had both agreed long ago that if either of them found someone they wanted to be exclusive with, then this thing they had going on between them stopped. “The fuck you will.”
“If we’re still just fucking, then it doesn’t matter, does it?” What the hell was that weird tone in Rick’s voice. “Don’t have time for this conversation right now.” As if to emphasize his point, his cell beeped again.
“I figured.” Saxon shoved back the irrational swarm of wasps that buzzed and bitched in his belly. He pulled the covers out from under his ass and tugged them across his waist. Ugh, being naked when Rick was getting dressed still felt weird. Made him feel vulnerable or some shit he’d never admit to. “It’s never a good thing when you get a call on a work phone on a leave day.”
“Preach.”
Ugh, Saxon struggled to keep the disappointment out of his voice. It wasn’t as if this was anything important. It was a regular hook up to scratch an itch. But damn it, it had been months since they had been in the same time zone, never mind in the same fucking country. When Rick had called from the airport in Naples saying he was in the country and had a day, maybe two free, Saxon had asked his boss, Noble Bauer, if he could use one of the leave days owed to him. “You are working in Italy?”
“I can’t tell you a damn thing about work, and you know it.” Rick checked his handgun and slid it into the holster he’d slung around his shoulders but not finished buckling.
“I’m not fishing.” Saxon held his hands up in front of him. He knew better than that. He wasn’t entirely sure who Rick worked for. He just knew for certain Rick had at least, at one stage, been military. “I was just curious if we could meet up, and finish this before you leave the country.”
“Don’t know.” Rick stamped his feet into his boots and tied his laces. “Are you staying?”
“Until tomorrow night.”
“I’ll call you.” Rick got to his feet, and turning, he put his hands on his waist, hooking his fingers into the loops on his jeans. Then one hand moved to rub over his head. “I…” His cell beeped again. He glanced at the screen. “I gotta go.”
“Ok.” By the time the word was fully out of his mouth, the door was closing behind Rick. “Damn it.” Muttering to himself, Saxon got out of the bed. He didn’t bother with clothes. There was nobody here to see him now. That feeling inside him, that was disappointment that their day was interrupted, that he didn’t get laid as he had hoped he would.Lies.He pushed aside the insistent voice inside him. That idiot didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about. He walked to the window, stood to one side, and peered through the net curtains to the bustling streets of Naples below. The sound of hooting horns, traffic, and voices barely filtered through the open window. Nope, he wasn’t peering out the glass like a lovestruck teenager, hoping for a final glance of the one who was firing his blood and making his hormones go wild. No, he definitely wasn’t doing that shit.
