Текст книги "Beautifully Loyal"

Автор книги: Nicole Edwards

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Chapter Twenty-Two

Her imagination was good … but not that good.

Before they had made it back inside the house, Ashlynn knew they’d lost Leyton again. Granted, she wasn’t sure they’d ever really had him, but there for a few minutes, she had pretended they had. What had just happened in the garage… She hadn’t imagined that.

No, the way the three of them had come together had been damn near cataclysmic. As she’d suspected, Leyton was an attentive lover. He’d sent her careening into the abyss with ease, and that was after she’d held back several times in an attempt to make the pleasure last longer. There were times she’d done that and it had backfired when she couldn’t achieve orgasm, but not tonight.

“Where’s everyone?” Leyton asked, back to business as soon as they were in the house.

“My brother’s manning the front of the house, Leo the back, and Teddy’s keeping an eye on the monitors.” Jase spoke as matter-of-factly as Leyton. “Rock and Sal are checking the perimeter.”

“The whole house is wired?” Leyton inquired, obviously catching on to what Jase had said about Teddy.

Ashlynn smirked, enjoying the embarrassment that reddened Leyton’s cheeks. She seriously doubted that Teddy had watched the encounter—or maybe he had, she wasn’t sure—but she didn’t bother to tell Leyton that.

“I’m gonna go to bed,” she said instead, directing the statement at both men when they stopped in the living room. As though she did so every single night, she walked over to Jase and kissed him solidly on the mouth. Then, without hesitation, she did the same to Leyton. “Y’all are welcome to join me.”

She knew Leyton would refuse, so she didn’t give him time to respond. Adjusting her robe at her breasts, she smiled back at Jase and ventured up the stairs. Once she was in her room, she let out a breath and sat on the edge of her bed. Her mind was still reeling from a few minutes before. It was hard to believe that her ultimate desire had finally come to fruition. Although it could’ve been better—if the three of them had had more time to explore—she didn’t regret it.

No, the only thing that Ashlynn worried about was that if the opportunity were never to present itself again, she might never know that sort of deeply satisfying completion twice in her life. She’d been whole for that brief period of time. More so than she’d ever been before, and it wasn’t simply because the orgasm had been incredible, either. She’d had both men she craved like a drug, and now, as with any narcotic, she wanted more.

Ashlynn’s cell phone rang, and she was grateful for the distraction. The last thing she wanted to do was overanalyze the shit going on in her sex life.

Grabbing it from her nightstand, she noticed it was her brother Aidan, which made her smile. She needed someone to talk to, and he’d always been her go-to person. She hit the talk button and leaned back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Hey, Aid,” she greeted. “Surprised you’re up this late.”

She could hear the smile in her brother’s voice when he said, “Me? I’m not the old one.”

Ashlynn laughed. They were almost exactly the same age.

Aidan wasn’t her brother by blood—at least they didn’t think he was, although it was possible they did share the same father—but he was as much her brother as Max, Victor, and Brent, as far as Ashlynn was concerned. Aidan was only two weeks younger than she was, and Genevieve had not given birth to him, so they all knew he wasn’t related in that regard. On top of that, he was the only one in the family with blond hair, and he was shorter than her other brothers by several inches, topping out at five foot ten. And for the most part, he didn’t look anything like the rest of them.

Where he’d come from… At this point in their lives, that was still anyone’s guess. The only thing they knew for certain was that her parents had brought him home just three weeks after Ashlynn was born, or so she’d been told. For the longest time, she and Aidan had plotted to find out what had happened, how he had come to be an Adorite, but Ashlynn had dropped it when Aidan had. Because they were the same age, they’d been relatively close growing up. They’d been in the same grade, sometimes in the same class. But as they grew older, Aidan had begun to distance himself from everyone, closing himself off to those who cared about him. When everyone had given him the space he obviously wanted, Ashlynn had always tried to be there for him. The same as he’d been there for her, no matter what was going on in his life.

“What’s up?” she asked him.

“Nada. Just wanted to talk.”

“About?”

“I heard about Moroso,” Aidan stated, sounding angry.

“Did you talk to Max?” she asked. She still hadn’t had the chance to speak to her oldest brother, but she wanted to, wanted to know exactly what the fuck was going on.

“No. Leyton.”

“Leyton?” Why would Aidan have talked to Leyton?

“Yeah. He called me. Called everyone, actually. Wants us all to keep an eye out. Be careful.”

“You should,” she told him. Just because Marco had targeted her specifically didn’t mean he wouldn’t take out his anger on any one of them.

“I’m always careful,” Aidan stated. “Not that it matters. No one sees me as an Adorite.”

“That’s not true,” she snapped defensively. “And even if it were, I’d rather be you sometimes.”

She heard another smile in his voice. “It’s good to be me.”

“Have you been drinking?” Aidan had been known to numb the pain the same way she had over the years, but unlike her, Aidan also had a history of drug use.

“A little,” he admitted. “But seriously, Ash. I want you to be careful. ’Kay?”

“I’m always careful,” she said, tossing his words back at him. “And anyway, I’ve got Jase and Leyton here with me.”

“Leyton’s there?”

“Yep. He’s my new babysitter.”

“Hmm. Now’s your chance.”

Ashlynn laughed. Aidan knew how she felt about Leyton. “Trust me, I’ve tried.”

“Try harder,” he encouraged.

Ashlynn remembered the events from a short while ago in the garage. She wasn’t sure she could try much harder than that. Sure, Leyton had submitted to his desires, but whether or not there would be a repeat of that event was yet to be seen.

“Well, I better go,” Aidan said, his words slightly slurred. “Be good, sis. And watch your back.”

“I will,” she promised. “Love you, Aid.”

“Love you, too,” he muttered before disconnecting the call.

Dropping her phone to her chest, Ashlynn stared up at the ceiling, her thoughts once again drifting to Leyton and Jase and what had happened in the garage.

More importantly, she wondered when she’d get that chance again.

If ever.

Chapter Twenty-Three

The feelings... They’ve only intensified.

When Ashlynn went upstairs, Jase decided to head to the game room. Or rather, the room that had been converted into a virtual shooting range. It was the one place he sought when he needed time to think, to burn off some excess frustration. And he certainly had some to burn off now.

Although he’d just participated in some of the most spectacular oral sex of his life, he hadn’t gotten off, and he knew his nuts would be blue before long. It wasn’t that he wouldn’t have had the opportunity. He simply hadn’t wanted things to go that far. Not yet.

Grabbing the modified Glock that had been outfitted with a laser recoil kit to simulate the real thing, Jase moved to one of the two lanes that faced a virtual target roughly thirty feet away. Taking his stance, he aimed at the target and began firing. Shot after shot, he hit the virtual target, watching as the simulated holes appeared.

He’d mentioned wanting something like this to Ashlynn once, and the next thing he knew, she’d had this specific room outfitted with a virtual system that cost who knew how much. And for the past couple of years, he’d used it to help Ashlynn perfect her shot and as a place for him to get away when he was overwhelmed by all that was going on. Luckily, that didn’t happen often, but tonight … yeah, it was safe to say he was overwhelmed.

As he was shooting, he heard the door open and then close, but he didn’t bother to look over to see who it was. He already knew.

No one bothered him there. Not Ashlynn, not Teddy or Leo, not Derrick or Cowboy. No one. So he knew it was safe to assume Leyton had joined him.

Without breaking his concentration, Jase continued to fire while he saw Leyton out of the corner of his eye, standing in the lane next to him. He heard the simulated gunfire from the gun Leyton was using.

“You do this a lot?” Leyton finally asked after several minutes.

“Not every day, but yeah,” Jase admitted.

“Not bad,” Leyton said, his voice sounding closer.

Jase lowered the weapon and looked over to see Leyton standing just a few feet away, his gaze on the target. “What do you want?” he asked bluntly.

“To talk.”

Great. Just what he was hoping to avoid by coming there. He’d already suspected Leyton had withdrawn, was likely regretting what they’d done and would tell Jase as much if he allowed him to. But Jase didn’t want to hear it. As it was, he’d avoided seeking his own release as a way to get right in his own head. Giving too much to Leyton too soon wouldn’t be in his best interests. What no one seemed to realize was that Jase wasn’t seeking a fast fuck. Not from Ashlynn and not from Leyton.

Unlike Ashlynn, Jase didn’t use sex as a coping mechanism. When he was with her, he felt a myriad of emotion, and he suspected that when it came down to it—if it did—he’d feel the same thing for Leyton. Which was why he wasn’t willing to act rashly. If Leyton was going to walk away, Jase damn sure didn’t want to be pining after him. He already loved one person who kept herself distanced from him; if he gave himself over to Leyton as well, he wasn’t sure he could handle the repercussions if things went to shit.

“Why’d you do it?” Leyton asked.

Knowing he wasn’t going to be able to ignore him forever, Jase placed the modified weapon on the counter and turned to face Leyton.

“Why’d I do what?”

“Give in to her?”

“Is that what you think I did?” Jase knew he sounded defensive, but he was.

“It’s obvious.”

“And you’re the expert now?” he countered hotly.

“Not by a long shot,” Leyton stated, his posture relaxed, his tone calm. “I’m just curious.”

“Why?”

“Because you love her.”

“Wow,” Jase huffed. “Just because I had your dick in my mouth doesn’t mean you know me.”

Leyton advanced on him, but Jase didn’t budge. He watched the sparks in Leyton’s green eyes, realized he’d pushed him.

“I don’t think I know you,” Leyton grumbled, coming to stand directly in front of him, his hands coming up to cup Jase’s head, surprising him. “That’s the problem. I want to know you, but you don’t let me in.”

“Me?” Jase couldn’t believe Leyton had found a way to turn this on him.

“Yes, you. You pretend it’s all about sex, but with you, I sense there’s more to it.”

“I don’t love you,” Jase snapped, disbelief echoing in the words.

“No,” Leyton said, stepping closer, his mouth close to Jace’s. “I didn’t think you did. But could you?”

Jase didn’t even know what to say to that. Could he love Leyton? Yeah, he could. Pretty damn easily, at that. Hell, he’d been harboring some sort of feelings for the guy for a while now. And Leyton was right in one regard, he did pretend it was all about sex, but that was because he didn’t want to get his hopes up. It seemed as though Leyton had been toying with them as much as they’d been toying with him.

“Is that what you want?” Jase asked, his eyes raking over Leyton’s face. “For me to love you before you finally give in?”

“No,” Leyton said, his hands surprisingly gentle as they continued to cup Jase’s head. “But I want to know if it’s a possibility. Otherwise, this’ll go nowhere fast.”

As they stared back at one another, Jase felt the emotion bubbling in his chest. And before he knew what he was doing, he nodded his head. “Yeah, I could love you.”

The small smile that played on Leyton’s mouth sent a shockwave of unexpected sensation through Jase’s chest. “Good. That’s all I needed to know.”

Leyton’s hands fell from his face as he turned to look at the target. “Now why don’t we give Ashlynn some time to herself while we play.”

Jase was always up for some friendly competition. “You wanna put a wager on it?”

Leyton smiled again, his eyes meeting Jase’s. “For now, let’s just chill. Give me a chance to warm up.”

Jase nodded, smiling. “Scared?”

Leyton’s eyes turned serious for a moment. “Shitless.”

And Jase knew he wasn’t talking about the simulated gun range.

He was talking about the one thing they all seemed to fear.

Love.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Making love… Don’t even know what that means.

Finally getting to her feet, Ashlynn placed her cell phone back on the nightstand and pulled the blankets back on her bed. She was tired. So damn tired. Part of her had hoped Jase and Leyton would join her, but after hanging up with Aidan, she’d stared up at the ceiling for what felt like an eternity, and no one had ever showed. Now, she was ready to crash.

She allowed her robe to slide from her shoulders before placing it on the upholstered chair that sat in the corner, then, after switching off the lamp on the bedside table, she crawled into bed. It was almost two in the morning and she was exhausted, but her mind wouldn’t shut down. She wondered what Leyton and Jase were doing. Were they talking about what had happened? Doubtful. If she knew Leyton, he was pretending it hadn’t. And Jase would be acting as though it hadn’t affected him as much as it had.

She had no idea how long she’d been lying there when her bedroom door opened. Less than a minute later, the mattress shifted when Jase climbed in, his warm, naked body spooning behind her as his arm eased over her, one rough hand cupping her naked breast firmly.

“You okay?” he asked, obviously knowing she was still awake.

“Yeah,” she lied. “Where’s Leyton?”

“I told him he could sleep in my room.”

“Oh.” She had hoped he would take her up on her invitation, but she should’ve known better.

“I left your door open,” he informed her.

Ashlynn twisted in his arms so that she could face him. “And what’s that gonna do for us?” She couldn’t hide her smile.

“He’s wrestling with his demons,” Jase told her, pressing his lips to hers softly. “He wants this, but he’s not sure how to go about it.”

“Because Max warned him away?” Ashlynn knew her brother could be overprotective, and he had been many times in her life. She respected him, and she owed him so much, but when it came to Leyton, she was angry that Max had interfered. Leyton was fiercely loyal to Max, and she understood that, but she hated that Max had played his hand, attempting to control them.

“Probably,” Jase agreed. “Which is why I thought we could entice him. Come here.”

She allowed him to pull her into his arms. When he rolled to his back, she straddled his hips.

“Let me make love to you,” he whispered.

Her heart pinched in her chest. Jase could be a heart-wrenchingly gentle lover when he wanted to be, and it was during those times that she was confused. Sex was sex. She didn’t confuse it with love. And she cared about Jase, no doubt there. But making love… She didn’t know what that meant.

Shifting so that he could reach between them and guide his cock against her entrance, Ashlynn sighed as he pushed into her. They’d stopped using condoms almost six months ago, and he was the first man she’d ever been with without one. They’d surpassed that point where they trusted one another, and since Ashlynn had been on birth control since she was a teenager—something her mother had insisted on, though Ashlynn hadn’t initially known why—they didn’t have to worry about that, either.

“Oh, fuck. You feel so good,” Jase whispered. “Ride me slow, Ash.”

Lying atop him, Ashlynn rocked her hips at a pace that matched his, enjoying the delicious friction of him inside her. Lifting her head, she peered down at his face, admiring him in the shadows. Jase slid her hair behind her ear and cupped her face in his big hand. When he was sweet like this, her heart melted a little more. Although she was completely happy with him, she knew deep down that there was still something missing for both of them. Someone, to be exact.

“Don’t think,” Jase whispered. “Just feel me.”

Leaning down so that she could kiss him, Ashlynn gave herself over to him. He fucked her so perfectly. As the room heated around them, the sensations sending her higher and higher, Jase rolled them so that she was beneath him, the blankets falling away. She dug her fingernails into his back, wrapped her legs around his waist, holding on as he began to thrust his hips, going deeper, deeper still.

“Ash. Baby.”

“Look at me,” she instructed, keeping her voice low. She didn’t want to close her eyes, didn’t want to lose sight of him. Jase meant everything to her, more than she’d ever anticipated, and sometimes the guilt ate at her. She wanted Leyton, now more than ever. And she knew Jase did as well.

But did Leyton want them? Both of them?

It had seemed as though that were the case, but Ashlynn feared he was battling with his conscience, trying to determine right from wrong. As far as she was concerned, there was no wrong. Not in this scenario.

Jase rolled his hips forward, lodging himself to the hilt, making her inner muscles lock as her orgasm crested. She tightened her legs around him, crying out as she came.

“So fucking beautiful,” he said as he came inside her, his mouth seeking hers.

Shortly after they were finished, Jase slipped out of the bed. When he flipped on the bathroom light and turned on the shower, Ashlynn glanced at her bedroom door. There, once again watching them, was Leyton. He was shirtless, but his body was hidden in the shadows, his hand gripping the doorjamb, his eyes locked with hers.

“He’s right,” Leyton said softly. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Before she could say anything—if she would’ve known what to say at all—Leyton turned and walked away, leaving her staring at the empty space. Jase returned with a washcloth, then proceeded to clean her tenderly. Ashlynn didn’t know if Jase had seen Leyton, but she figured he had. The fact that he didn’t say anything, merely met her eyes, told her he was battling the same emotions—confusion, frustration, disappointment—that she was.

“I’m gonna take a quick shower. Be right back,” he said with a quick kiss on her forehead.

Once he joined her in bed again, wrapping her in his arms while she rested her head on his chest, Ashlynn finally gave in to her exhaustion, Leyton’s words still lingering in her mind as she tried to figure out whether or not approaching Max was the right thing to do.

She wasn’t sure. What she did know was that she couldn’t sit back and do nothing.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Give me this.

Saturday, November 7 th

Present day

Jase had been watching the clock for the past hour while holding Ashlynn in his arms, listening to the soft sound of her breathing. Tossing and turning wasn’t an option since she was covering part of his body, so he’d settled on listening for any sound coming from his bedroom, where Leyton was currently sleeping.

Or was he? Could it be possible that Leyton was restless, unable to sleep, as well?

Getting up and going in there was sounding better and better with each passing second, but Jase had yet to force himself to move. He was tempted, though. So fucking tempted.

For the past hour, Jase had replayed the conversation they’d had in the game room over and over in his head. He was still shocked by the topic Leyton had broached.

You pretend it’s all about sex, but with you, I sense there’s more to it.

I don’t love you.

No. I didn’t think you did. But could you?

Is that what you want? For me to love you before you finally give in?

No. But I want to know if it’s a possibility. Otherwise, this’ll go nowhere fast.

Yeah, I could love you.

Good. That’s all I needed to know.

At the sound of the water running when the shower came on, he couldn’t resist any longer. He managed to shift Ashlynn over and ease out of the bed before tiptoeing naked into his own bedroom, closing the door silently. As he’d expected, Leyton was in the shower, so Jase crawled into the bed, leaving the lights off.

His heart began to race in anticipation as he waited, wondering how Leyton was going to react once he found him there. His mind conjured up numerous scenarios, but they all ended the same way … the two of them locked together as one. If Leyton wanted even a fraction of what Jase wanted, it would be cataclysmic.

Jase only had to wait a few minutes before Leyton returned.

As the bed shifted, Jase cleared his throat, then threw his arms around Leyton when the man reached for his gun.

“It’s just me,” he muttered against Leyton’s ear, holding him tightly in his grip and pulling him back into the bed.

Oh, hell. Leyton was naked and warm, still damp from the shower. It took everything in his power not to press his lips to Leyton’s back the way he so desperately wanted to.

“What the fuck?” Leyton’s body remained rigid, but he relaxed onto the mattress as Jase leaned up on one arm, staring down at him.

Not in the mood for conversation, Jase didn’t feel it necessary to explain his reason for being in there. They both knew already. Instead, he got right down to business, brushing his lips across Leyton’s, holding his breath as he waited to see whether Leyton would push him away or pull him closer.

“Jase,” Leyton muttered, sounding as though he wanted to push him away, but his body said something entirely different.

“I need this,” Jase whispered against his mouth. “Give me this.” Jase was so fucking tired of waiting, and he couldn’t let this opportunity slip by without at least trying to make Leyton understand what he wanted, what he needed.

Not waiting for a response, Jase kissed Leyton firmly, sliding his tongue along Leyton’s bottom lip until he acquiesced, opening to him. When Leyton’s arms came around him, Jase groaned, enjoying the feel of the man’s body against his own.

Jase thought he was in control of the kiss, but he quickly learned that Leyton wasn’t relinquishing his control, so he gave in, succumbing to the pleasure as he ground his cock against Leyton’s thigh, sliding his tongue against Leyton’s. The next thing he knew, he was on his back, Leyton hovering above him.

His senses were heightened, forcing him to notice every detail. The glorious weight of Leyton’s long, lean body, the thick ridge of his erection lying against Jase’s stomach, even the coarse hair on Leyton’s face as it brushed against Jase’s cheek.

“We shouldn’t be doin’ this,” Leyton muttered, but he didn’t sound as though he believed the words any more than Jase did.

“You haven’t been ordered to stay away from me,” Jase mentioned, meeting Leyton’s gaze when he lifted his head.

“True.”

“Then give me this,” Jase repeated, snaking his hand down between their bodies and curling his fingers around Leyton’s cock. Before he could stroke him, Leyton’s hand gripped Jase’s wrist, pulling his arm back, forcing him to release him.

In the next instant, Leyton was moving down his body, his warm breath sliding over his skin, making his dick throb. And when Leyton’s lips wrapped around the sensitive head, Jase’s body bowed up off the bed, forcing his dick deeper into Leyton’s mouth.

“Fuck yes,” Jase groaned. “Suck me.”

Leyton didn’t hesitate, driving Jase mad with the firm suction of his mouth. God, he’d dreamed about this moment, fantasized about it numerous times, but this was so much better. Still, he didn’t want to come. Not yet. And if Leyton kept that up, Jase knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back.

“Don’t … wanna … come,” Jase muttered, his hips driving forward as he fucked Leyton’s mouth. “So … fucking good.”

Sliding his hand into Leyton’s hair, he tugged. Hard. He’d waited so damn long for this he feared he wouldn’t be able to stop his release, no matter how much he wanted to. Luckily, Leyton released him from the warmth of his mouth, then slid back up Jase’s body.

Leyton’s hand gripped Jase’s hair as he stared down at him. “Contrary to popular belief, control isn’t somethin’ I’m willin’ to give up.”

Jase smirked. He’d always known that Leyton wasn’t the submissive type despite the docile position he’d put himself in where their games were concerned. It didn’t bother Jase one bit that Leyton wanted to be in control. He couldn’t necessarily blame the guy.

“So does that mean instead of begging for my cock, you’re gonna order me to give it to you?”

Leyton leaned down and bit Jase’s bottom lip. Hard. “It means I’m gonna fuck your ass, and you’re gonna beg me to let you come.”

Heat coiled and unfurled inside him, churning as his dick throbbed, desperate for what Leyton was offering. “If you’re man enough to take it,” Jase dared.

Before he could prepare for Leyton’s reaction, Jase found himself flipped over onto his stomach, Leyton’s thick thigh planted between his legs, his rough jaw abrading the skin on his shoulder as Leyton’s mouth hovered close to his ear. “I’m definitely man enough,” Leyton confirmed. “Are you?”

“I guess we’ll find out.”

A rumble erupted in his chest as Leyton’s lips trailed over his shoulders, his neck. He was rough, nipping the skin as his hand glided down over his ass, the back of his thigh. Jase’s fantasies had nothing on this. Leyton’s touch was firm, confident. Eager.

“More,” Jase pleaded, lifting his head and looking back at Leyton. “I need to feel you.”

Leyton glanced around, and Jase knew what he was looking for.

“Lube and condoms in the drawer.”

Leyton’s weight disappeared briefly. A drawer opened, shut. Then another. Finally, Leyton returned, but he surprised Jase by instructing him to turn over once more.

Rolling onto his back, he peered up at Leyton, the light slipping into the room from the bathroom giving him the ability to see every rigid feature, every nuance of his expression. Leyton’s body came down atop his, and Jase reached for him, enjoying the fuck out of the skin-to-skin contact. They touched from knee to chest, their dicks brushing against one another. Warm, scarred skin covering hard muscle met his fingers, just as Jase had imagined.

Jase had never seen Leyton naked, never even seen him without a shirt, but he’d heard the rumors, knew about Leyton’s abusive father, the scars that marred his body. As his fingers trailed over his skin, Jase suddenly wanted to kill the bastard who’d hurt Leyton, soothed only by the fact that Max had had the pleasure of doing it already.

“What about Ashlynn?” Leyton asked, his green eyes intense as they stared back at Jase.

“She’s sleeping.”

“Will she be upset?”

“Only that she couldn’t watch,” Jase admitted, keeping his voice low. “Trust me when I tell you, she’s known this was gonna happen.”

Leyton nodded, but Jase wasn’t sure he completely understood. They’d made him aware that he was part of their fantasies—hell, he’d overheard them talking about it—but still he wasn’t sure Leyton knew what that meant.

He didn’t doubt that Leyton was trying to come up with an excuse. He’d already convinced himself he couldn’t have Ashlynn, but she wasn’t here. Not this time. But Jase was.

“Just me and you right now,” Jase told him. “Give me this.”

Running his hand up Leyton’s naked back, Jase’s fingers met rigid, puckered skin, and he knew those scars weren’t only skin deep. Not that it made a bit of difference to him. Jase wanted him, scars and all.

Jase pulled Leyton’s head down until their lips touched again, and this time, he took what Leyton was offering, continuing to run his hands over Leyton’s hard body while Leyton stroked Jase’s dick once more. The kiss went nuclear within seconds, their bodies writhing against one another until Jase couldn’t take much more. Breaking the kiss, he turned over onto his stomach.

“Fuck me,” he urged Leyton.

“When I’m ready,” Leyton growled back, his lips resting against the back of Jase’s neck.

Gripping the sheets beneath his hands, Jase closed his eyes as Leyton’s lips traced over his back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, making his cock throb painfully. Unlike Ashlynn, Leyton’s mouth was rough, the beard growth on his jaw scraping his skin as he ventured down Jase’s back. His movements were confident and self-assured as he drove Jase crazy with his lips and tongue.

Jase’s hands fisted in the sheets when Leyton’s weight shifted, his hands kneading Jase’s ass. He fully expected Leyton to slam home without preamble, but he soon learned that was not Leyton’s intention. In fact, Leyton seemed determined to drive him absolutely fucking crazy with need. Leyton’s tongue trailed over his cheeks, nipping him, teasing him until Jase was up on his knees, spreading his legs and giving Leyton better access. He wanted to feel Leyton’s tongue there.

Unfortunately, they weren’t on the same page, but still… “Fuck yes,” Jase growled when Leyton’s finger dipped inside, fucking him slowly. “Oh, fucking hell.”

While Leyton teased and tormented the sensitive flesh with one spit-slick finger, he kept a firm grip on Jase’s dick, stroking leisurely while Jase rocked back against the intruding digit and forward into the hand gripping him.

When Leyton released Jase’s dick, he wanted to groan, but the sound was cut off when Leyton speared him with his finger, fucking him roughly while gripping his hip with his other hand, strong fingers digging into his flesh.

“Damn,” Jase growled. It’d been a long damn time since he’d been with a man. And most of the men he’d ever been with preferred to be on the receiving end. This… Holy fuck. This was heaven and hell combined, so much pleasure but not nearly enough.

“Lube,” Leyton said, and Jase realized he was ordering him to find it.

Sliding his hand around the bed, he finally found the tube. Without waiting for more instruction, he flipped open the cap.

“I only need a little,” Leyton told him.

Jase wanted to argue, but he didn’t. When he felt Leyton’s hand near his, he squeezed the tube and then dropped it once Leyton pressed two greasy fingers into his ass.

“Oh, God, yes,” Jase cried out, the pleasure more than he could bear. It’d been too long. He needed this more than he needed anything else. He needed to feel Leyton, to have Leyton take what he needed from his body.