Chapter Three
August 2014 Gaza City, Israel
“Get up, Jarrett.
It’s nearly time to go.”
Jarrett opened his eyes and looked up at Adael who was sitting on the edge of the bed.
His lover’s dark eyes glittered in the darkness but he’d obviously been up for some time because his mahogany curls were damp and tamed from a recent shower.
Jarrett sat up and swung his long legs over the edge of the bed, scrubbing one hand over his face.
He glanced at the clock on the motel’s small nightstand.
It read one am.
“You could have let me sleep a little longer.
We don’t have to be in place for another hour and a half,”
Jarrett grumbled, glancing up at Adael under lowered brows.
Adael brought his hand up to cup Jarrett’s cheek as he smiled.
“Then we wouldn’t have had time for this.”
Adael leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on Jarrett’s lips and Jarrett sighed into it, reaching around his lover’s back to pull him closer.
He and Adael Dayan, Jarrett’s Israeli counterpart, had been thrown together for the last two weeks, waiting until Mossad and the CIA were absolutely certain they’d located their target, but they’d made use of the downtime to indulge in some very hot sex.
Mohammed Diab Ibrahim al-Masri, better known as the terrorist Mohammed Deif, had been located in Gaza, hiding from the Israeli Defense Forces whose most recent focus had been closing in on the Hamas leader they’d been chasing for well over a decade.
They’d tried to kill him four times to this point, coming close with airstrikes each and every time, but the terrorist had remained elusive, immune to their attacks thus far.
When the airstrikes failed, they’d sent Jarrett and Adael in to wait, feeling that a targeted assassination would somehow finally kill the man who’d been responsible for orchestrating attacks throughout Israel, resulting in an unknown number of allied deaths and injuries.
Jarrett and Adael had returned from dinner this evening only to be informed that their target’s position had been confirmed and they’d been given the green light.
Jarrett moaned into the kiss, allowing himself to be pushed back onto the bed as Adael climbed over him.
He was not generally so submissive, but something about the sexy Israeli and the adrenaline-fueled prelude to a mission got Jarrett going every single time.
Adael’s hard, muscled physique drove Jarrett’s excitement and he felt his body respond, stiffening below his lover.
“As much as you like it slow, we need to make this fast, Adael,”
Jarrett growled before kissing him harder.
He ran his hands up Adael’s sides, loving how smooth and warm his bare skin was.
Jarrett wondered if he could take some time off and stay with him a little longer once they’d completed the mission.
It had been a long time since he’d really enjoyed someone so much.
The only problem with that in Jarrett’s mind was the possibility that Jarrett would actually fall for someone if he stayed around long enough… but perhaps Adael was worth sticking around for.
Adael kissed him harder, pushing his tongue into Jarrett’s mouth as he moaned into it.
Jarrett ground his cock against Adael’s groin, needing the friction and getting off on their now frenzied kisses.
“I need you,”
Jarrett gasped, tearing his mouth away and reaching for the lube and condoms they’d tossed aside earlier that evening.
As he picked up the bottle, his goddamned cell phone went off, chiming low in the darkly-lit room.
He glanced over to it as he heard Adael swear and reached out when his lover rolled off him.
“Evans,”
he growled into the speaker.
“This better be important.”
“Evans, it’s Ridley.
There’s movement at the compound.
Get over here.
The brass ain’t gonna give you but ten minutes.
The IDF’s calling in another airstrike.”
“God dammit!”
Jarrett swore, rolling off the bed as he grabbed his jeans.
“We’ll be there.”
He slammed the flip phone closed on his CIA contact and looked over at Adael who was already in his khakis and pulling on a muscle shirt.
“Intel has picked up movement at the compound.
They’ve given us ten minutes.”
“Deif must have gotten wind of something,”
Adael said, looking just as pissed off as Jarrett was.
“It’s the middle of the fucking night.”
They were out the door and racing to Deif’s compound two minutes later.
It was a five-minute drive.
“We’re barely gonna have time to set up,”
Adael bitched as he raced through the streets of Gaza, headed for the hilltop they’d scoped out after receiving Deif’s location earlier that day.
“Just get us there, Adael.”
Jarrett was already assembling his sniper rifle as his lover stepped on the gas.
By the time they got to the top of the ridge, eight minutes had elapsed.
Jarrett’s phone rang as he jumped out of the car.
“You in place?”
Ridley asked.
“We just spotted you coming up the hill.”
“Tell them we need two minutes, dammit!”
Jarrett yelled but he could already hear the sound of the Israeli bombers approaching.
He slammed the phone closed and glanced over at Adael who was already on his belly, gazing through a pair of night vision binoculars.
“Come on, Jarrett.
There’s no time.
They’re loading up the vehicles.”
Jarrett flopped down onto his belly, adjusting the Remington bolt-action M-40 sniper rifle on its perch as he peered through the telescopic sights.
“Long beard located,”
Adael said.
“Long beard confirmed.
Niner 8-0 to gate.
1005 to truck.
Wind 5 miles left.”
Jarrett could see two shrouded figures exit the house as Adael spotted for him.
One carried a small bundle and from their briefings, Jarrett knew Deif was known to travel with his wife and small children.
If that bundle is a child… Jarrett took a breath, lined up his target and exhaled slowly.
He squeezed off a round and the rifle kicked.
“You got him, Jarrett! Perfect head shot!”
Adael shouted, excitedly.
“Call off the airstrike!”
Jarrett cried but Adael was already on the phone and he knew his lover was doing just that.
Jarrett cringed when the roar of aircraft engines roared above them.
A second later, the entire compound and the escaping vehicle exploded in a massive mushroom cloud of flame and smoke.
“God dammit!”
Jarrett said, reeling back as he and Adael were forced to cover their ears from the cacophony of sound.
Adael turned and threw himself over Jarrett, landing them both on the ground as a wave of heat washed over them.
They rolled into a nearby ditch but the blast of heat nearly fried Jarrett’s short hair clean off.
“Adael! You okay?”
Jarrett scrambled for the Israeli’s face, grabbing both sides of it and looking into his eyes.
Adael nodded vigorously.
“Barely, love.
You okay?”
“God damn them.
Why couldn’t they wait? There were kids in that compound and they knew that.”
“We did our job, Jarrett,”
Adael shouted over the noise of a secondary explosion, probably from stored fuel.
He held on to Jarrett, lying on the ground and wrapping him in his arms as he buried his face in Jarrett’s neck.
****
San Diego Present Day
Jarrett and Adael hadn’t done their job that night.
They’d killed a man but it hadn’t been Mohammed Deif.
The Israeli Defense Forces had taken out Deif’s twenty-seven-year-old wife, Widad, his seven-month-old son, Ali, and his three-year-old daughter, Sara, along with three others.
When Jarrett had finally been briefed on the operation two days later, the photographs made him sick.
Among the burned bodies of the adults and children, a photograph of a singed rag doll lay among the ruins of Deif’s compound.
A rag doll that eerily resembled the one Jarrett had just seen.
He stalked away from Thayne, unable to face him.
The last person he could face was Thayne right now.
It was bad enough that he had to live with the image of a three-year-old’s baby doll, but he had to live with the knowledge that if he’d somehow been able to get at Deif faster, she wouldn’t have had to die.
Jarrett’s superiors hadn’t blamed him or Adael for not taking Deif out sooner and Jarrett knew in his heart that the terrorist had put his family in the compound not giving a damn if they died for their Jihad.
But that didn’t erase the blood on Jarrett and Adael’s hands… not as far as Jarrett was concerned.
He blamed the CIA, Mossad, and the IDF for not giving him the time to take out the adults before wiping out the compound.
The bottom line was, they hadn’t been trusted to do the job even after they’d been tasked to do it and the hurt was still unspeakable.
Jarrett wished he could have been able to tell someone what he’d tried to do but the only people who knew it were Adael and their superiors.
He knew his orders had come from the highest office in the land.
Joint operations with the Israeli’s always came from the White House and he’d walked away from a man he truly cared about that night because every time he looked at Adael, he saw that compound light up with the bombs that had been dropped on that little girl and her doll.
When the Marine Corps had asked him to re-up, he’d told them where to shove their offer of an increase in rank and an assignment in intelligence.
If he’d only been able to tell someone… anyone… Thayne, maybe he could start feeling like a man again after all this time.
After leaving the Marine Corps shortly afterward, Jarrett had gone off the reservation entirely.
He’d gotten himself involved with the sort of men he hated… mercenaries.
He’d taken jobs that guns for hire took because the leadership he’d trusted had let him down and he’d hated himself.
Seeing that doll lying on the cracked earth of San Diego brought it all home to him and he’d snapped at Investigator Carrillo and his own partner, a man he genuinely cared about, because in that split second, Jarrett’s memories had come back to haunt him… again.
****
The ride back to the base operations offices was a somber one, very different from the ride over where Jarrett had educated Thayne on the Black Hawk helicopter.
Even the landscape had gone gray with typical southern California June overcast.
Thayne knew that something had happened to Jarrett out there at the parade grounds and he wasn’t certain what it was.
The way Jarrett had become confrontational with Ada was unusual for the behavior Thayne had come to expect from his partner.
He wasn’t sure who this man was at all.
Thayne had never served in the military, much less been a Marine Corps sniper, but the man he’d seen out there as they’d gone over the scene of the fireworks explosion was a very different man from the one he’d come to trust with his very life.
Whatever it was, Thayne was willing to wait until Jarrett was ready to talk about it.
He knew he’d never know what Jarrett had done or seen while employed by the Marines because even though they held the same top secret security clearance, Thayne knew that many of the missions Jarrett had performed had been done on a “need to know”
basis and Thayne would never be read into them.
All he could do was stand by helplessly and be supportive for his partner… for the man who was his lover.
They drove up to the offices and Ada and her husband got out of the golf cart.
Ada threw them a small smile before turning and catching the captain’s elbow as he preceded them into the building.
He wasn’t being terribly pleasant, obviously ticked off by the way Jarrett had barked at his wife and wanting them gone from the base as soon as possible.
They walked into his office and he picked up a folder as they waited.
“This is the report NCIS conducted of the incident out on the parade grounds.
The note was received at our offices here yesterday.
NCIS ran fingerprints but the author of the note must have worn gloves because none were found.
They’ve written down their findings but they are no different from the ones Ada already shared with you.
There are witness statements and the note itself.
For what it’s worth, I hope you catch this bastard fast.
He hurt a lot of people and my guess is, he’s not finished.”
Captain Carrillo was businesslike and formal, not at all like the way he’d been earlier.
“What makes you say he’s not finished?”
Jarrett asked, meeting Carrillo’s glare with one of his own.
“The note appears to have a religious connotation.
I think you’ll understand when you read it,”
he said, frowning.
“With that, I have some work to do.”
“Thank you for taking us out there, Captain Carrillo,”
Thayne said, reaching out a hand and taking the Marine’s.
Jarrett shook his hand as well and nodded curtly at the man before he turned to leave.
“I’ll just walk Alfie out,”
Ada said, clearing her throat before turning and strolling out the door with her husband.
“Awkward,”
Thayne sighed as the door shut.
“I have a headache,”
Jarrett remarked, flopping down in a chair with the file in his hands.
Thayne sat down across from Jarrett as his partner opened the file.
“We’ll get some food once we’re done here, Jarrett.
It’s been a long-assed day,”
Thayne said, trying his best to be conciliatory.
Jarrett looked up.
“I already want this fuckin’ case to be over,”
he groused, all warmth gone.
He flipped open the file as Thayne stared at him for a second.
He finally sighed and leaned forward to see what Jarrett was reading.
He’d picked up a plastic evidence bag in the file with a note inside.
Jarrett read it over and then huffed before handing it over to Thayne.
Thayne looked down.
In neat block letters was written: The breath of Jehovah.
“The breath of Jehovah.
What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Thayne asked.
Jarrett ignored him, flipping through papers in the file.
Thayne looked up when the door opened and Ada returned to the room.
She walked up and stood next to Jarrett’s chair as she looked down into the file.
“Weird huh?”
she said, pinning Thayne with a serious expression before shrugging.
“Well, I can see how this is looking more and more like this crime might have a religious bent,”
Thayne said, looking over at Ada.
“Do you have a cult population here in San Diego?”
“This ain’t no homegrown Jihad, okay?”
Jarrett spit out.
“This is just some fuckin’ lunatic with a God complex.”
Thayne was taken aback.
He’d never expected Jarrett to draw that conclusion from four little words.
“Are those the findings of NCIS?”
Thayne asked, gesturing to the file.
Ada was silent as Jarrett thrust the file at Thayne.
He stood up abruptly.
“I don’t need no NCIS to tell me we got a religious nut out there, not a group of freaks in purple robes wearin’ some damn shrouds or somethin’.”
Jarrett stared at Thayne.
“I’ll wait for ya in the car.”
He spun on his heel and was out the door in a second, rattling the doorframe as he closed the door behind him with force.
Worst of all, he’d walked out without saying good-bye or thanking Ada.
Thayne felt anger boil through him as embarrassment flooded his body.
He could feel himself frowning as he stood up and glanced over at Ada who was still watching the closed door.
When she turned back to him she was shaking her head.
“You need to take him home.
I don’t know how good of an agent he usually is, but whatever got under his skin with this case… he’s not going to be any good to you, Thayne.
I’ve seen those moods many times.
He needs to shut down for a while and decompress.
I hope it’s not at the expense of this case because I’d really love to be able to solve it.”
“You’re right,”
Thayne said with a heavy sigh.
“Would it be okay if I took the file?”
“I can’t let you take it off base but I can copy everything in it for you.
I have some notes as well,”
Ada said with the hint of a smile.
Thayne reached out and patted her shoulder, offering up a little smile.
“Thank you, Ada.
I can’t tell you how we’ve both appreciated your information and work on this.
Jarrett has great instincts but you’re right, something got to him out there.”
“Just help us solve this, Thayne.”
He handed her the file and then they turned to walk out of the door together.
Thayne waited while she copied the NCIS file and handed it to him.
They shook hands and Thayne walked outside.
The sun was setting and it had cooled down considerably by the time he climbed into the passenger seat of the Jeep.
Jarrett had put the rag top up and he was reclining in the driver’s seat with his eyes closed.
He opened them when Thayne got in, glancing over to him before sitting up straight.
He rubbed his hand over his face and reached forward to turn the key and start the car.
“Get copies of everything?”
he drawled.
“Yes.
How’s your headache?”
Thayne asked.
He had the urge to reach out and cup Jarrett’s cheek but he knew the time and place were all wrong for that.
Besides, he was still a little pissed at him and curious to ask him what had happened.
For all of Jarrett’s lighthearted teasing banter, there was another side to him that Thayne had only glimpsed a few times.
It was much darker and Thayne knew that it haunted Jarrett.
“Sucks, Thayne.
I just want some food and I wanna find our hotel and I wanna sleep,” he said.
“Okay.
Fair enough.
I’m starving.
Let’s get something,”
Thayne said.
He pulled out his phone and started looking for places to eat.
“Hey, this must be beer country or something.
There’s like five breweries around here with tasting rooms.”
Jarrett turned to look at him and Thayne could see the circles under his eyes which he hadn’t noticed until now.
“A microbrew sounds awesome to be honest.
Pick one close to the hotel.”
Thayne nodded and directed Jarrett to the AleSmith Brewing Company which was just down Miramar Road, a few blocks from the Holiday Inn the ATF was paying for.
They drove up to a large building whose parking lot sported no less than three large food trucks promising the patrons of the brewery “perfect foods to match any palate”.
There was a nice covered patio outside and waitresses from the brewing company were making the rounds taking orders.
Thayne walked over to one of the gourmet food trucks and placed an order for enough food to choke a horse while Jarrett found a place to sit.
Once Thayne brought their tray over and set it down, he noted no less than eight snifters on the table.
He grinned and laughed at Jarrett.
“Eight? Seriously, dude?”
Jarrett sent him the first grin he’d seen in hours.
“They had this great tasting menu of four four-ounce shots so I figured what the hell.
I ordered four for you and four for me.
Sixteen ounces of beer ain’t gonna leave me with a hangover. You?”
Thayne shook his head. “No.”
He paused and stared at Jarrett for a second.
“You slay me, man,”
he finally said.
He passed out the burgers and chili cheese fries topped with jalapeno slices and drowned his burger in a side of ranch.
Bacon was sticking out of the homemade bun and the whole thing looked amazing.
He was rewarded with a burst of flavor when he bit into the burger but watching Jarrett’s face smear with sauce when he bit into his own burger was worth a million bucks.
Not for the first time, Thayne wished for things he probably couldn’t have with Jarrett.
He’d asked him to move in with him and Jarrett had refused, choosing to stay at one of those extended stay hotels on the stupid premise that his weekly rent came with a cleaning service.
The rejection had hurt at the time, but Thayne was coming to realize that his partner had been right.
There was no way to explain Jarrett living with him to coworkers, especially Sarah Connor, who dropped by his one-bedroom apartment frequently.
He’d have no choice but to come out to her and that wasn’t fair to either him or Jarrett.
He suspected Jarrett probably wouldn’t care if she knew, but neither one of them could take the chance of anyone else in the office finding out.
They’d be forced to split up as partners and neither one of them wanted that.
“This is amazing,”
Jarrett said around a bite of food.
“Right? For food truck fare, it’s pretty good,”
Thayne said.
They stuffed their faces in silence for a few minutes, washing the burgers and fries down with the delightful microbrews.
Their pretty little blonde waitress kept returning, suggesting that they try other brews from the menu, but Thayne knew that he’d have to stop where they were if he didn’t want a headache in the morning and wanted to be able to drive the short distance to the hotel.
“When we get back to the hotel, I want to read through the witness statements and then decide who we should go out and follow up with tomorrow, Jarrett.”
Jarrett frowned, picking up his beer and pushing his empty plate away from him.
He drank in silence for a minute and then leaned across the table toward Thayne.
“Can we not? Can we just not think about this case tonight?”
He waggled his eyebrows and sent Thayne a leer.
“I have a better idea for what we should be doin’ tonight.”
Thayne grinned at him.
“How many beers did you drink before I got back with the food, Jarrett?”
Jarrett smiled.
“None.
I just thought that it might be more productive to blow off a little steam than pick through NCIS’s file on the case.”
He leaned back and picked up a pale ale, downing the whole four ounces in a few gulps.
When he set the snifter down, he had a foam mustache above his lip.
Thayne laughed.
“You know, on one level you’re right but then again, if we want to get everything done tomorrow, we need to go through that file.”
Jarrett lost his grin.
“Fine.
We’ll do that but first I want you naked.”
He picked up the plastic check folder and pulled out cash to pay the pretty waitress before standing up.
Thayne got up from the table, feeling lethargic after the huge meal and the microbrews.
He patted his belly as they got into the Jeep.
“Maybe I could do with a little exercise.”
Jarrett shot him a playful look.
“Now see, that wasn’t too hard to admit, was it.”
Thayne loved his drawl and he smiled at Jarrett before leaning toward him so he could take his stubbled chin in between his fingers and draw him forward.
Jarrett kissed him, letting his lips linger a bit, building heat between them and when he finally pulled back and started the car, Thayne was primed and ready for him to get them to the hotel as quickly as possible.
By the time Jarrett checked them in and they removed the small duffel bags they’d each packed for the trip, Jarrett was already out of his tie with his suit coat slung over his arm.
He knew how Jarrett hated having to dress in a suit for work and he couldn’t help but be amused that he was already undressing before they got to the room.
As far as Thayne was concerned that was great with him because he was more than ready to go at Jarrett for hours.
Jarrett stopped in front of their door and shoved the key card in as Thayne waited impatiently behind him.
They dropped their bags just inside and as soon as the door snicked shut, Thayne reached out and grabbed Jarrett, pushing him back against the door as he pressed himself up against his body.
His mouth was on him in seconds and Jarrett let out a groan as Thayne began kissing him.
Jarrett stiffened for a second and then acquiesced, giving in to Thayne’s mauling.
Thayne knew Jarrett loved his aggression and was always thrilled that he generally met him with a response that was like for like.
He pressed the full length of his body against Jarrett, planting both flat palms on the door on either side of Jarrett’s wide shoulders.
The position didn’t allow for Thayne to have much balance though, and he was only a little surprised when he felt Jarrett’s arms wrap his waist and smile against his lips.
Almost before he knew what was happening, Jarrett had pushed off the door and was walking him backward into the room.
Thayne had to clutch at his arms so he didn’t topple backward.
The momentum forced the kiss to end but that was just fine with Thayne.
He couldn’t get naked the way Jarrett wanted him while he was in a lip-lock with his sexy lover.
He spun around and stalked into the room, stopping in front of the bed where he began yanking off clothes.
Thayne toed off his shoes and then sat to remove his socks and slacks, stripping out of his tie, jacket, and shirt just as Jarrett’s bare body also came into view.
Jarrett was an amazing looking man.
Silver hair on the top of his head, slashing black eyebrows, and a square jaw designed as if by a master sculptor, the man was just drop-dead gorgeous.
Thayne was pretty sure Jarrett didn’t even realize that both women and quite a few men turned their heads to gape at him whenever he walked by.
Of course, it was hard to miss a man who was built like a brick house, approaching six foot four with shoulders as wide as the side of a barn; the man was as imposing as he was stunning.
Sometimes Thayne got weak in the knees just from looking at him.
Naked, Jarrett was even more impressive than he was wearing clothes.
His skin was golden brown, scarred in many places.
Every time Thayne looked at him, it seemed that a new one had appeared… knife wounds, bullet holes, and many others Thayne couldn’t explain and probably didn’t want to know about.
Jarrett’s back had white stripes that Thayne decided must have been put there by something other than natural causes and Thayne hoped that he was wrong about their origin.
Jarrett was permanently tanned from years in the desert sun, running from one special ops mission to another.
Thayne suspected Jarrett’s heart also wore the signs of many battles in its own scars.
Thayne pushed all of that to the back of his mind to bring out later if he ever felt like asking Jarrett.
He’d never bothered because like Thayne himself, Jarrett carried scars beneath the surface that he didn’t want to talk about.
If Jarrett ever decided to get chatty about them, Thayne would be there with all of his attention focused on what Jarrett was ready to tell him, but the last thing he wanted to do was bring up things best left unsaid.
They both had a past they hadn’t shared with each other.
Thayne had dark secrets from when he’d spent nearly two hellacious years with the international arms dealer, Mills Lang, and Jarrett’s originated from more obvious clashes with evil.
Both men had things they wanted to forget.
It was one reason Thayne chose to enjoy Jarrett for now.
He was well aware that they had no commitment to each other besides their partnership on the job and for the time being, that was the way it would stay.
Neither one of them was ready to talk about a relationship other than in bed and Thayne was okay with that for now.
Jarrett was one hot motherfucker in bed.
Jarrett raked a lascivious gaze up and down Thayne’s body and even clad in his boxer briefs, Thayne felt the weight of his lover’s desire in that gaze.
He held out his arms and Jarrett walked into them, kissing him again as he backed him toward the bed.
As soon as the back of his knees hit the mattress, he reached around Jarrett to keep his balance.
Jarrett tore his mouth from his and stepped back, pushing at Thayne’s chest to make him fall.
Thayne let out a tiny “Oof!”
as he hit the bed and bounced, and Jarrett chuckled, following him down to cover him with his hot body.
Thayne’s protest was cut short when Jarrett grabbed the sides of his face and looked down into his eyes.
“As much as I like ya in that suit, this is workin’ for me really good about now.”
Jarrett drawled as he dragged one hand down Thayne’s naked side, only slowing when he got to the waistband of his briefs.
He didn’t pull them down though.
Instead, he groaned as he ran his hand over the soft cotton, snaking it around between them and running his fingers over Thayne’s bulge.
“Love this,”
Jarrett whispered against his lips.
He squeezed his rigid cock through the soft thin fabric.
“You’re a well-built man, Wolfe.”
His words were nearly a growl as he stroked Thayne through the boxer briefs.
Thayne had to bite his lip to keep from begging Jarrett to touch him harder.
His fingers danced lovingly over his dick and Thayne bucked his hips forcing his cock harder against them, needing the friction only Jarrett could provide him.
Jarrett’s entire body blanketed him and Thayne loved the weight pressing him down as Jarrett lowered his head and began kissing Thayne again.
Thayne opened for him, loving the slide of Jarrett’s tongue against his own, tasting the beer they’d drunk on his tongue and enjoying the slightly light-headedness he felt from his own beer as it seemed to loosen him up.
There was nothing like allowing all his walls to fall in front of Jarrett and Thayne knew that Jarrett loved it too.
They didn’t drink a lot or often, and they hadn’t had more than four four-ounce shots a piece, but the feel of the beer in his blood made him want more from Jarrett than the usual.
That and the fact that it had been a long time since he’d been with Jarrett on a regular basis fueled his desire even more.
“Fuck me, Jarrett,”
he groaned, ripping his lips from Jarrett’s hot mouth to let his lover know that he didn’t want to wait anymore.
“You want me inside ya, Thayne?”
Jarrett punctuated the question with another firm stroke of his fist on Thayne’s dick.
“God, yes,”
Thayne gasped.
He humped against Jarrett’s large hand, letting him know that he was more than ready.
“You told me once you was not a good bottom boy, but I’ve never had that argument since that first night.”
His statement was punctuated with a smile against Thayne’s lips.
“Bastard,”
Thayne groaned, digging his fingers into Jarrett’s ass to pull him closer.
“You know you had me begging, Jarrett.”
“Beggin’ looks good on them sinful lips, Thayne.”
“Please fuck me, Jarrett.
I need you.”