GABE ALLOWED Jason to lead him into the bedroom. He wasn’t sure how that happened, for as much as he’d dreamed about taking Jason’s ass, the prospect of it actually happening was beginning to make his heart race. He stopped at the bedroom door as Jason grabbed what they needed to make love. For some reason, Gabe couldn’t move.
Jason proceeded to undress, and that only made Gabe throb more. By the time Jason was completely nude, Gabe thought he would implode. Then Jason turned his back, leaned forward. His muscular, perfectly rounded ass was in the air for Gabe to do whatever he wanted to it.
Without even realizing it, Gabe peeled his shirt over his head and slipped to his knees. How in the world could a man be that sexy? Rising again was out of the question. Gabe crawled forward until he could drag his lips up Jason’s thighs—his thick thighs—to the start of his crack. But Gabe didn’t do what he so desperately yearned for, to stick his tongue in to taste and feed. He kissed Jason’s cheeks, his hips, the outsides of his thighs, all the while using tender fingertips to tickle Jason’s flesh.
“Gabe….” Jason sighed.
In reply, Gabe took Jason’s asscheeks in his palms and spread them. He licked his lips before allowing his tongue to wander. Jason moaned as his hole quivered against Gabe’s tongue. In that moment, Gabe was in heaven. He slathered saliva over the hole, then lapped it up. But that wasn’t enough—tasting Jason hot and ready wasn’t satisfying him. On the next pass of his tongue, he held it rigid and inserted it.
“Fuck me!” Jason moaned, spreading his legs wider.
Gabe complied, but this wasn’t only for Jason’s benefit. Each time his tongue dipped into the hot, tight sheath of Jason’s body, Gabe could feel his cock pulsing in the confines of his boxers and jeans. He finally used one hand to free himself and had to whimper at the pleasure that simple gesture caused.
“I need you to make me harder,” Gabe whispered, dropping a final kiss to Jason’s pucker. “Come over here and suck my cock.”
To his delight, Jason didn’t hesitate. In fact, he growled as he took Gabe’s cock deep. Gabe held his breath, trying to keep himself in control. But he couldn’t handle that for long. Jason knew how to suck him, to lick him, to graze the tender head with his teeth to make Gabe wild. Gabe dragged his nails along Jason’s shoulders, then down his back. He tangled his fingers into Jason’s hair, loving the way Jason moaned each time he tightened his fingers, then loosened them.
“I think I’ve been a good boy,” Jason said, between kisses of the head of Gabe’s dick. “I deserve this cock in me now.”
“Assume the position for me.”
Gabe walked around the bed to grab one of the condoms and the lube. He prepared himself, all the while keeping his eyes on Jason. The stud was bent over the bed, ass in the air, fingering himself. For a moment, Gabe merely watched, tilting his head to get a better look. The scene was too hot, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on for very long.
He stood behind Jason. “When was the last time you bottomed?”
“Two years,” Jason groaned. He was now riding back on two of his fingers.
“Who was your last?”
“Patrick.”
Gabe smiled. “I’m going to make you forget him.” He pulled Jason’s hand away, then used a lube-covered finger to ready Jason for him. He aimed the rounded head of his dick, then slowly sought entry.
“Please,” Jason whispered hotly.
Gabe gritted his teeth and added a little more pressure. He sank all the way into Jason as his eyes crossed, and he tossed his head back. It was bliss having Jason’s hole lock like a vise around him. Needing something to take his mind off it, to keep him from coming, he massaged his own nipples, grazed them with his nails, then tugged.
“Don’t play with it, Gabe,” Jason said, pulling his ass off the dick only to take it deep once more. “Fuck me.”
Gabe clutched Jason’s hips and worked his hole slowly to loosen it a little. When he thought he was ready, Gabe drove into him, making the bed creak and Jason shout. He didn’t let up, pumping harder, faster until sweat drenched them both. Jason scrambled away from him then, panting. But Gabe wasn’t finished. He followed Jason to the bed, caught him facing the headboards, and slipped back into him. He braced his palms to the headboard, using it as leverage to drive into Jason’s body. It creaked with the force of their bodies rolling together.
“Oh yes!” Jason yelled. “Give it to me!”
The headboard must have hit the wall one too many times, for it snapped. But they merely switched positions.
By the time Jason was on his back, legs hiked in the air, the bedroom was a sauna. Their bodies and the bed were drenched with sweat. Gabe didn’t care, and from the way Jason was twisting Gabe’s nipples, Jason didn’t either.
“I want to come for you,” Jason said.
That was the sexiest thing any man had ever said to Gabe. He moaned for he knew he was close.
“Okay, Daddy,” Gabe said. “Come for me.”
Jason released Gabe’s nipples, wrapped the long fingers of his right hand around his own dick, and pulled. Slowly at first—but as Gabe drove into him relentlessly, Jason seemed to be moving his hands in motion with Gabe’s dick.
Without warning, Jason’s body arched upward, his eyes slammed shut. His muscles tensed beautifully; his scorpion tattoo coiled as if ready to strike. Then without warning, Jason trembled.
But Gabe only focused on that for a second. The tightness of Jason’s hold brought Gabe to the edge and pulled him over. He went flying, roaring his release.
He could scarcely breathe, but Jason eased off him to wrap tight arms around Gabe’s to kiss him deeply. Then they fell to the damp sheets, panting, heaving, but unable to stop their mouths from finding each other.
It was a soothing moment, a time Gabe had never had with his ex. Hell, he’d never had that with any of the men he’d slept with.
“I’ve never been taken like that before,” Jason murmured. “It was—fuck, we have to do that again.”
Gabe laughed softly, accepting a searing smooch. “Any time you want.”
Jason groaned. “I’m dreading when the adrenaline wears off. I have a feeling I’ll be in pain.”
“Damn it.” Gabe groaned. “I’m sorry I didn’t even think of the wound.”
“Don’t worry about it. That’s why the good Lord invented painkillers.” Jason shifted. “Did you call me Daddy?”
Gabe’s cheeks heated. He didn’t know where that had come from. “I didn’t mean to—it just kind of slipped out. I don’t have daddy issues or anything. I mean, I know my father and I—”
He didn’t get to finish speaking for Jason used his mouth to swallow the rest of his word. When Jason lifted his head, it was to smile at him.
“It was sexy,” Jason whispered breathily.
“Yeah?”
“Wanna see just how much?”
“Mhmm.”
“Okay. Turn around and give me your ass.”
ANOTHER DOCTOR’S appointment morphed into another for Jason. He’d even taken Gabe’s advice and seen a shrink. Whenever he’d gone back to Warrior, the thought of being shot was so vivid inside his head, he hadn’t been able to stay there very long. Though Molly and Fitz understood, Jason had found his way down to the station and had a good talk with Gabe about it all. In the end, he relented and accepted the doctor’s card.
One session morphed into two, into four, and soon Jason was able to spend more and more time at Warrior, behind the scenes. Though he wanted to mingle, Spiers had advised against that. But since he was so hands-on with the place, there were things he needed to get done. His visits to Warrior had become something off the pages of a spy novel—dark sunglasses, baseball hats, and moves under the cover of darkness. Gabe would reluctantly drive him there in a rental car, ensured no one was around, then bounded him in through a back door and straight for his office. For the first bit, either Gabe or Malik would remain behind to babysit him. But it hadn’t been that big of a deal since memories of being shot would have him wanting to leave within a couple of hours after.
A little over a month, after talking Gabe and Malik into leaving him alone, Jason finally sucked it up and spent an entire shift at Warrior, in his office. He couldn’t keep living his life thinking Patrick was going to pop out of some dark hole to finish the job. It was a possibility, but Jason was becoming tired of being scared.
Malik and a few of his friends came in, and Jason was sad not to see Gabe with them.
“You’re supposed to be working in the back,” Malik said.
“I’m supposed to be doing a lot of things,” Jason muttered. “I’m tired of letting Patrick control my life. I don’t deserve this.”
“I know but Gabe—”
“Doesn’t control my life either!” Jason snapped. “I’m trusting you guys to do your jobs and keep me breathing. Got that?”
Malik rubbed the back of his neck.
“Now, are you here to eat or lecture me?”
“For the record—”
“Noted. Where’s Gabe?”
“Your man said he wanted to stop by his place first,” Malik said. “He’ll be here, Papa Bear.”
Jason smiled. “Sorry. It’s a little strange seeing you and not seeing him—especially….”
“With Patrick still out there.”
Jason nodded. “Listen… can I talk to you in private for a second?”
“Um….” Malik looked unsure but nodded and excused himself.
Jason led him into a hall that was less noisy and pressed his back to the wall. “We didn’t have this conversation—okay?”
“Okay.”
“I know Gabe can’t be involved in this case because of our relationship, so I’m guessing you can’t be either. Since you’re his partner and all.”
“That’s really not how it works. But go on.”
“I’m telling you this because Spiers seems to have his hands tied. Like I told him, Patrick has family here. He is really close with his mother, and no matter what he does, she will always stand by his side. Spiers think she’s hiding him but, so far, he can’t seem to find proof.”
“Makes sense. He can’t really go after her because you think she’s doing something sketchy?”
“I don’t think. I know she is.” Jason glanced over his shoulder. “You don’t understand—this is the woman who flew him out of the country ten years ago when he almost killed some kid while driving drunk.”
“If she did it before….”
“She’d do it again.”
“And you said you told Jon?”
“Spiers?” Jason asked. “Yeah. But, as I said, he’s having a little trouble finding proof of mother dearest’s involvement. The last time we spoke, he said she told him if he had any more questions to talk to her lawyer.”
“An innocent person doesn’t lawyer up like that.”
Jason nodded. “That’s what Spiers said.”
“Hmm—maybe there’s something I can do.”
“But I thought….”
Malik grinned. “I’m not sleeping with you. I can do whatever I want—as long as it’s by the book.”
“Of course.” Jason could see why Gabe liked this man so much.
“Well, he hasn’t left the country—we’ve had the airports and private spaces covered.”
“Then he might be at their cabin in Angel Harbour.”
Malik shook his head. “No. Spier’s been thorough. He’s checked all four properties they own. Angel Harbour was the first on the list. Didn’t seem like anyone was there in a long time.”
“Then, I don’t know, man.” Jason sighed. “Malik, if this could cost you your badge, I don’t want you to do it.”
“The day Gabe started having a thing for you, you became family.” Malik glanced off down the corridor, then turned his eyes back to Jason. “Whether you like it or not, we look out for our own.”
“Spiers said the same thing.”
“How are you holding up otherwise?”
“Good. I have two more appointments with the doctor to look at the wound site. I’m healing great, and besides, Nurse Ford has been taking great care of me.”
“I bet.” Malik smirked. “The two of you are serious about this thing, huh?”
“Yeah. He’s good to me, Malik. I can’t remember ever being this happy even with….”
“Hey, no need to explain.” Malik patted his shoulder. “As long as my boy is happy and you’re okay, everything is a’ight—you know?” Malik extended a fist.
“Yeah.” Jason fist-bumped with Malik. “Listen, drinks for you and the blue line on me tonight, okay?”
“Come on now, you don’t have to do that.”
“Yes, I do.” Jason cleared his throat. “I never even asked how this has affected you having to find me like that.”
Malik shook his head. “You seem like a cool cat, but what affected me was watching the way Gabe broke.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Listen, don’t worry about it. I’ve been speaking to a counselor—mandatory according to the brass—and I’m getting a lot of things straight.”
“If you ever need an ear—I know you barely know me and all. But…”
Malik nodded.
It was Jason’s turn to check the hall before speaking again. “Drinks are still on me.”
“Seriously, Jason.”
“I know serving and protecting is your job. But you and your guys have done so much for me. I see what I went through and the things you guys must see on a daily basis—it’s the least I can do. So, let me do this, okay?”
“Okay.” Malik smiled. “Deal.”
It was another few hours before Gabe made an appearance. He looked tired but handsome with his dark hair styled and his body decked out in a Bad Ogre graphic tee and blue jeans. Jason stopped what he was doing to steal a kiss, handed his man a beer, then watched as Gabe made his way over to the other cops in the joint.
“Damn, boss,” Fitz said. “You’ve got it bad.”
Jason laughed. “Shut up, stupid.”
“You’ve been staring at him ever since he sat down.” Fitz chuckled. “You sure you just don’t want to call it a night, give him a ride on that bike of yours?”
That wasn’t a half-bad idea—Jason hadn’t been drinking, and since Gabe was, the truck could stay in the VIP lot overnight. They’d just take Jason’s cycle back.
Jason smirked. “That’s a dumb idea.”
“Uh-huh.” Fitz rolled the towel he’d been using to wipe glasses and flicked Jason’s behind with it. “So, that’s why you got that wild beast look in your eyes.”
Fitz dropped the towel into the bin for the laundry and reached for a clean one. “I know you very well, Jason. Remember that.”
Jason groaned. “So, I’m going to change the subject, and when you show disappointment, I’m going to pretend I have no idea why. How’s school?”
Fitz shrugged. “I mean, why do I need a business degree anyway?”
“Because it was your mother’s dying wish and you’ll be really depressed if you didn’t do it?”
Fitz frowned. “And you’re sponsoring me. It’s not like I can quit, right?”
“Right. I know it’s hard. I’ve been there. Especially at your age.”
“I am not that old!” Fitz gasped. “You’re only two years older than I am.”
Jason smiled. “I know. I’m just saying I know it’s hard. If you need a little time off.”
“Not yet. You were just shot. I’m not going to take time off until they catch this freak.”
“Thanks, Fitz. I mean that.”
In the end, Jason did take Fitz’s suggestion.
The cops protested when he showed up with an extra helmet and a leather jacket he always left in the office. But Gabe merely bumped fists with all of them, and they left Warrior with the guys hooting and hollering behind him.
“I can’t take those fools anywhere,” Gabe joked.
In the parking lot, he helped Gabe slip on the helmet and took his repayment in kisses. When he finally had Gabe on the back of the cycle, Jason couldn’t believe how perfect it felt. Gabe wrapped both arms around his waist, and Jason basked in his warmth and closeness. The cycle vibrated under them, adding to the titillation of it all. At stop lights, Gabe would allow his hands to wander up Jason’s body, along his thighs, over his clothed nipples.
Jason moaned. “Tell me something,” he said, as they paused at another light. “Do you want to get fucked tonight?”
“What kind of question is that?” Gabe teased, grating a nail over the hardened peak that was now pushing against the leather jacket. “That’s like asking a coffee addict if they want coffee.”
Jason laughed and revved the engine just as the light turned green.