Chapter 9 #2
“Yes, and you will never see them,” Val whispered as he leaned in.
“Oh, come on. Do you have a picture of you wearing a fanny pack?”
“I never wore a fanny pack.”
Saint hummed. “Out of curiosity. Are these photos stored somewhere in your home?” Damn the lack of digital evidence. “It’s unfair, really, that the majority of my life has been documented on some kind of digital device while you got away scot-free.”
“Sorry bout ya luck.”
“They’re in your closet, aren’t they.”
Val narrowed his gaze, and Saint laughed. How did Val not see how easy it was for Saint to read him? He was an open book. If he didn’t bluntly come out and say something, his face did.
“You think you’re funny?”
“I think I’m hilarious.”
“Maybe I’ll ask Ace to get me some videos of you. He knows your mom. Bet he can be very persuasive.”
Saint gasped. “But it’s only funny when it happens to you!”
“Oh, is it?” Val dropped his gaze to Saint’s mouth.
Did he know he’d leaned in closer?
“Hey,” Saint said softly as he placed his hand on Val’s hip, then crooked a finger into the loop of his jeans, giving it a little tug.
“Hey.” Val let himself be pulled closer. “You like getting me all worked up, don’t you?”
Saint nodded. “You make it too easy.”
“Okay, yeah. Maybe I do.”
Val’s smile was stunning, sending the butterflies in Saint’s stomach fluttering wildly.
Man, he smelled so good. Why was he so damned gorgeous?
His T-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders, and his jeans encased his long legs and perfect ass.
It was sinful. Everything about Val was so damned enticing.
Saint wanted to rub his face against Val’s stubbled jaw and purr like a cat. He wanted to run his fingers through Val’s hair, grab a fistful of it, and kiss the fuck out of him. No one had ever made him feel this desperate.
Just when he thought that maybe he might be able to stop thinking about their kiss, they ended up mere inches from each other again. And again. And again.
“We should go,” Val said, voice rough.
Saint hummed. “Sure thing, Chief.”
“Why do you have to say it like that?”
“Like what?”
“You know like what. Like sex.”
Saint couldn’t help his smile. Knowing how much Val wanted him was both a blessing and a curse. Considering they shouldn’t do anything about it, probably more of a curse.
“We should go,” Val repeated.
“You’re probably right.”
Neither of them moved.
Saint dropped his gaze back to Val’s lips. If one of them didn’t move in the next five seconds….
Fuck it. Saint kissed Val, melting against him when Val closed his eyes with a groan and parted his lips.
This time there was more urgency behind their kiss.
Saint wanted more. Fuck, he wanted so much more he could barely stand it, and Val wanted the same.
Saint could feel Val’s barely restrained desire, and he wished Val would just let go.
Saint wrapped his arms around Val’s neck, their bodies pressed together as they kissed hungrily.
This time, Saint took the lead, their kiss wet and sloppy as he did his best to show Val just how badly he wanted this, wanted him .
He thrust his hips forward, his hard erection rubbing against his jeans and Val’s leg.
Fuck he was hard. That was until Val slid his hands around Saint’s waist and down to his ass to grab it just as he punched his hips forward.
“Fuck,” Saint groaned into Val’s mouth. Their erections rubbed together, and Saint was dangerously close to coming in his pants. It should have scared the shit out of him, but it didn’t because he’d never wanted anything so badly in his life.
Val shook his head and pulled away, his breath panting. “Saint. We have to stop doing this.”
“Or we can do more of it,” Saint suggested hopefully as he brought a hand around and slid it down Val’s chest. Val took hold of it and held it over his heart, a heavy sigh leaving him.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Why can’t we just see where it goes? You want me, and fuck, Chief, I want you.”
“Saint….”
The rejection hurt. Even if Saint knew why Val was doing it, it still stung.
“You don’t trust me to know what I want, except I know what I want, and that’s you, Val. Not for a fling, not for a fuck, for more. But you aren’t willing to give me a chance.”
“Saint, please. You have to understand, it’s not that simple.”
“It’s fine,” Saint said, pulling away. “I get it. You’re afraid of getting hurt, and I’ve never been in this position before, so who am I to say it won’t happen?
You’re the last person I’d want to hurt.
” He shook his head and shrugged as he averted his gaze, his heart aching.
“So, yeah. I guess I just need to accept that it is what it is. You deserve better.”
Val rubbed a hand over his face and growled. What did it say about Saint and how deep he’d gotten himself into with Val that he found Val’s growl endearing? Man, he was such a sucker.
“Let’s go,” Val grumbled, heading for the door.
“Go?”
“Home.”
“Oh.” Hopefully, he hadn’t sounded as disappointed as he felt. Despite his words, Saint remained hopeful. Maybe it was time he stopped kidding himself. Nothing was going to happen between them.
Saint made sure to check the SUV over before they climbed in.
The car ride to Val’s house was quiet, neither of them saying a word.
Saint could feel the tension in the air and did his best to keep his focus outside the passenger side window.
He remained alert when they pulled into the driveway and did his usual perimeter check before heading inside and closing the garage door.
Val had disappeared inside, and Saint didn’t blame him.
Closing the door that led from the garage to the house, Saint walked inside, surprised to find Val in the living room pacing.
“Hey, everything okay?” Saint asked, hating that he was most likely the cause of Val’s distress. “Look, I’m sorry—”
“No.” Val crossed the distance between them, and before Saint could figure out what the hell was going on, Val cupped his face and kissed him, and holy fuck, what a kiss!
The heat that poured out of Val was enough to set Saint on fire, and he didn’t bother to think— couldn’t think—just returned Val’s kiss with all the ardent desire exploding through him.
Saint couldn’t get enough, so he gave in to the scorching desire and let Val take the lead. His skin felt too tight, and he was so fucking hard. He grabbed the hem of Val’s T-shirt and shoved it up his torso, grateful when Val reached up and finished pulling it off, dropping it to the floor.
“Damn, Chief.” Saint ran a hand up Val’s stomach to his pecs, his skin smooth and his muscles defined. He slipped his fingers into the soft hair on Val’s chest, a new sensation for Saint, and he moaned. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
Val groaned. He took hold of Saint’s shirt and pulled it off him, then kissed him again, leading him back to the couch where he turned them.
The back of Saint’s legs hit the couch, and a gentle nudge had him falling back onto it.
He lifted his gaze to Val, his dick twitching in his pants at seeing those gorgeous eyes filled with so much want.
His pupils were dilated, leaving only slivers of that gorgeous liquid silver.
Val stepped up to Saint and dropped to his knees.
“Fuck.”
With a wicked grin, Val spread Saint’s legs and moved between them. He kept his gaze locked on Saint as he unfastened the button of Saint’s jeans.
“Lift,” Val ordered.
Saint didn’t hesitate. He lifted his hips, his face growing heated as Val jerked down his jeans and boxer briefs, his hard cock springing from beneath his clothes, the head of which was leaking with precome. Saint wrapped his hand around his cock and slowly stroked himself, his smile cocky.
“Still think I don’t know what I want?”
Val dropped his gaze to Saint’s dick, and when he licked his lips, Saint thought he’d come right then and there. Then Val moved Saint’s hand away and swallowed him whole.
“Oh fuck!” Saint jumped, his hips thrusting before he could stop himself, but Val didn’t falter.
He moaned and started sucking Saint off.
“Holy shit. Oh fuck.” Saint threw one arm out, but with nothing to hold on to, he put his hands on Val’s head.
He let his head fall back, his eyes all but rolling into the back of his head while he received the best fucking blow job of his life.
This was next level. Was it always like this? Why the fuck had he waited so long? The pressure and wet heat from Val’s mouth were unlike anything he’d ever experienced, and he never wanted it to end. Val moaned, and Saint cursed under his breath. He was not going to last.
“Val,” Saint pleaded. He had no idea what he was begging for, but he needed more, needed everything . Nothing had ever felt this right, and for the first time, he understood Val’s fear because Saint was on the verge of falling hard and fast for the hot as fuck fire chief.