Rick stepped back out onto the deck just as Saxon grabbed the steaks off the grill and handed one plate to him. “Eat up,” he ordered.
Rick sliced the meat with a knife and took a bite. Man, he could so fucking get used to this. No matter how many times he repeated it in his head, it didn’t change a damn thing. The warmth of the sun, the smell of the sea, and Saxon… apparently triple S’s were his jam. Who knew?
Satisfied that he’d done the best he could given the limited resources in his fridge and had succeeded in feeding Rick something decent, Saxon picked up his beer again and drank half of it down in one go. When he lowered his arm, he found Rick staring at him with a heated look that went straight to his balls.
“For fuck’s sake, don’t look at me like that.” He was one second from losing his shit and forgetting they still hadn’t sorted jack between them. Every second he spent with Rick, the more the man snuck under his defenses. Need and want hit him like a percussion blast. The logical side of his brain told him it was the lack of sleep and the constant up and down emotions of the last few days which was causing it. That side said he should keep his hands to himself. The other side, the one that wanted and needed Rick as much as he wanted his next breath, laughed in his head.
Rick paused with his fork halfway to his mouth, a confused look on his face. “I can look at you any damn way I please.”
Saxon shoved a bite of steak into his mouth and chewed slowly. “Do you have any idea what you looking at me like that does?”
Surprise and more than a little curiosity widened Rick’s eyes. “Nope, tell me?”
“It makes me forget that you wanted to talk.”
“You remembering,” Rick watched Saxon from under hooded eyes. “Makes me want to fuck you until neither of us can walk.”
Snap.
There went those damn chains again, the ones that were meant to keep his control in check. For one heart-stopping moment, those chains were gone, and he stood up, dumping his plate and beer onto the floor. He reached for Rick and pulled him into the house.
Rick allowed him, and there was no doubt itwasallowing him, to move him. For fuck’s sake the man didn’t even struggle. Didn’t even dig his feet into the deck or grab the door frame. Nope Rick just allowed Saxon to pull him inside.
“Don’t.”
Shit, had he gotten it wrong? From the look on Rick’s face, he didn’t think so. “Don’t what?” Saxon pressed him against the wall, out of view of the door.
“Don’t hold back.” Rick’s breaths came in uneven huffs, showing how much Saxon taking over affected him. “I want it all. Everything you can give me.”
The words sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his heart. The corners of Saxon’s lips curved upward. “Everything, huh?”
“Yeah, everything,” Rick whispered. “But…”
Ah damn it, there it was, the infamousbutthat usually came before rules or conditions. Saxon struggled to hold himself in place. “But?”
Rick chewed on the inside of his cheek, using the bite of pain and the taste of his own blood to give him the boot in the ass he needed to say the words. “I want an exclusive relationship.” There, he’d said it. He’d finally gotten the words out. “No more fuck buddies. Just you and me.”
Snap, snap, snap.
Damn fucking chains, everything he hadn’t known he’d been looking for slammed him upside the head with the force of a nuclear blast. “Deal.” Saxon’s lips slammed down on Rick’s.
Rick’s hands dug into Saxon’s hair, tugging and pulling, trying to get him closer. Saxon pressed into him, their dicks sliding and rubbing together in much the same manner as their tongues did in Rick’s mouth. Kissing, licking, biting, tasting.
It took long minutes before the sound of an alarm filtered into their lust-fogged brains.
“Wha…”
“Sh!” Saxon pulled back and cocked his head to one side, listening. There, it sounded again. Shit, he knew what that sound was, it was his bedroom window opening. “Fuck, run.” Grabbing Rick, he pushed him out the sliding door to the deck. “Go.”
Thankfully Rick followed his orders and hit the ground running, his bare feet soundless on the grass as they moved around the side of the house. He pulled his handgun from its place at his side.
“Put that away,” Saxon huffed. “It’s probably Luc.” He pulled Rick into a crouch, taking cover behind the small shed that held the gas and aircon units. “Or one of the guys.”
“You sure?”
“Oh yeah,” Saxon whispered. “That was my bedroom window opening.” As if that made perfect sense, he pulled Rick up and ran, aiming for the corner of the next building. Running around it, they skidded to a stop. “Fuck.”
Glitter exploded everywhere. Roman cackled as he pulled the trigger on the homemade water cannon they had modified. While Saxon and Rick were flapping their hands around their heads trying to clear the cloud of shiny shit, they were grabbed from behind.
