Chapter Fourteen
Suki Chang was nowhere to be found when Tim and Sarah went out to bring her in for questioning later that day.
Neighbors told them she and the baby had packed up and moved out of her comfortable Pasadena home the day before.
Jarrett and Thayne briefed SAC Stanger about everything they’d put together with Sarah and Tim and after congratulating them on their hard work, he’d picked up the phone and called the director to fill him in on the plot they were pretty sure was brewing.
Going directly to headquarters meant that the ATF would be able to follow up with jurisdictions all over the nation.
FBI and Homeland would be called in to investigate as well, and Jarrett knew Stanger would make sure the director was treating what they’d found as a major domestic terrorism threat.
With Chang in the wind, Jarrett and Thayne were tasked with finding out everything they could about where the Mason crew were planning to stage their next attacks.
San Bernardino county sheriffs were sent out to their residence to take them into custody and Jarrett wasn’t surprised when they reported back that the couple was long gone from their seedy apartment in downtown San Bernardino.
From what they’d been told, it looked like they’d cleared out in a hurry.
They’d abandoned all of their belongings, taking only what they could carry but they’d made absolutely sure to take the massive Confederate flag with them.
Unbelievable.
Of course they had.
The task now would be to talk with Mary Mason to try to figure out what, if any, her involvement had been in the murder of her husband and where the militia was going to strike on the Fourth of July.
The CIA man down at the border stated that they had credible sources that the militia was planning attacks beginning in LA and many other major cities.
Mary Mason had access to the smuggled illegal fireworks her husband Greg had used in the Miramar show so at this point, she was their best lead.
They decided she was either completely uninvolved in the plot and wouldn’t know who Reverend James was, or she hadn’t been forthcoming with information when they’d originally interviewed her and she was up to her eyeballs in the plot the reverend was cooking up.
They learned that Mary Mason had laid her husband to rest near their house in a Los Angeles suburb the day before, so after their meeting with Stanger, they headed out to her modest home in a residential neighborhood in the San Fernando Valley.
They’d driven the black Crown Vic out to her home in Canoga Park and were parked in front of the small two-bedroom house by ten that morning.
Mary Mason was being treated as a person of interest in a domestic terrorism case, so Thayne and Jarrett called in serious backup.
They only had to wait two minutes outside the residence before two large black SUVs and a black and white LAPD squad car came tearing up the narrow two-lane residential street and pulled up in front of the house, lights and sirens blaring.
Two more LAPD units came up the road from the other side.
Damn.
That was serious backup.
Jarrett and Thayne stepped out of the Crown Vic and walked over to the lead SUV as soon as it drove up.
Prepared to introduce themselves to the SAC in charge of the operation, they were totally shocked to see Lincoln Snow step out of the passenger seat followed by two other FBI agents.
Snow gave them both a toothy grin and walked over immediately, holding out a hand for Jarrett and Thayne to shake.
“What are you doing up in LA, Snow?”
Thayne asked.
Snow smiled broadly at his partner.
“So good to see you two again.
I heard there was fun and games to be had and since I happened to be in the neighborhood visiting Matt Terraciano’s family in LA, I decided to join my colleagues.”
He turned and held out a hand to the two FBI agents who’d joined him.
“I’d like you to meet ATF Special Agents Wolfe and Evans,”
he said to the male and female agent who stood at his side.
Jarrett and Thayne shook hands as Snow continued.
“These are FBI Special Agents Jennifer Long and Terry Meyers.”
“Nice to meet you,”
Long said, smiling at Thayne.
“I understand you two are the ones who made the connection between the fireworks at the border and whoever is actually planning on carrying out the attacks.
Well done.”
Jarrett watched her rake Thayne up and down with a pointed gaze and more than a little interest.
“Without Snow and Terraciano’s help, we wouldn’t have made the connection at all,”
Thayne said.
“I just went down to San Diego to play with sparklers,”
Jarrett deadpanned.
Thayne and Snow started to laugh while the other two agents looked at him like he was crazy.
“Why don’t you fill everyone in on why we’re out here to bring Mary Mason in for questioning and search her property for signs of illegal fireworks, weapons, and her ties to the Freedom Brigade and Reverend James,”
Snow said, as the LAPD captain walked up and introduced himself.
Snow handed Jarrett the warrant for him to look over while Thayne explained the situation to the four FBI agents Snow had brought with him and the gathered LAPD officers.
Jarrett read the warrant and then passed it to Captain Brown, the LAPD commander who was helping them out.
He read the warrant and ordered two of the squad cars to either end of the street to set up a road block and seal the street off from pass-through traffic.
Another two officers began to speak to the neighbors who’d begun coming out of their houses to see what the commotion was all about in the quiet older neighborhood.
They advised the neighbors to go into their houses and stay there to be safe until the operation was over.
Once everyone was clear on why they were assembled, Lincoln Snow, the two FBI agents, Jarrett, and Thayne approached the front door.
Special Agent Snow knocked on the door and announced himself.
He glanced around to everyone else who’d drawn their weapons and waited patiently.
After one last announcement with no reply, Snow nodded to an LAPD officer who was holding a battering ram.
The man stepped forward and knocked the door open.
Jarrett and Thayne rushed inside with the others.
They made quick work of clearing the small house and very soon realized that Mary Mason wasn’t at home.
Her house was neat and clean and it was no surprise to Jarrett that she too had a Confederate flag with the Freedom Brigade’s green logo sewn into it, stretched into a frame, and hanging over the couch in her living room.
They holstered their weapons and began a thorough room by room search of the house while Special Agents Terry Meyers and Jennifer Long went out the back door to check the detached garage at the back of the house.
Jarrett and Thayne concentrated their search in the front rooms, checking the kitchen and living room for anything that would tie the Masons to the Freedom Brigade.
There wasn’t much to look at.
Aside from a bedroom-sized pantry stocked with enough canned food to survive the Zombie apocalypse, and a refrigerator filled with beer and old take out containers from a Chinese restaurant, the kitchen didn’t give up any secrets.
Snow walked into the living room where Jarrett was checking out the books in a bookcase.
“You two should come take a look at this,”
he said to Jarrett.
Jarrett nodded.
“Thayne, Snow wants us to look at something.”
Thayne stepped out of the kitchen and followed Special Agent Snow down the hall to one of the bedrooms.
The minute Jarrett stepped into the room, he could see that it had been turned into some sort of office.
There was a folding picnic table set up along one wall and it was covered with what appeared to be hand-sewn Confederate flags with the green Freedom Brigade logo stitched into the bottom right corner.
A sewing machine was pushed into another corner, one of the flags still in the process of being sewn.
There was a desk with a computer on it and when Snow walked over and touched the mouse, it hummed to life, the screen popping up with a green Freedom Brigade logo as the screen saver.
The monitor was filled with icons and Snow used the mouse to click on one named ‘Phoenix Rally’.
The instant he did, a video link popped up.
“They didn’t even password-protect any of this shit?”
Jarrett said.
“It’s crazy, right?”
Snow said.
“Revilla and Quinn had the same green logo stitched into the flag in their house.”
Apparently they thought they were above suspicion,”
Thayne remarked, standing beside Jarrett.
Jarrett could feel him prickling with anger the same way he was.
“It looks like the Masons not only were a part of the Freedom Brigade but were deeply involved,”
Jarrett said.
As Snow started the video, it began to play with the narration of a person using a voice changing device and showing pictures of the Confederate flag with the Freedom Brigade’s logo.
The voice stated that the rally was in Phoenix, Arizona in May of 2015 and then the picture changed to a shot of a large meeting hall set up with chairs.
There was a crowd of about twenty-five followers there along with a podium where Greg Mason could be seen holding up his fist and shouting about religious freedom and liberty and what he called a grassroots revolution.
People in the crowd began to scream encouragement, clapping, hooting, and hollering.
Mary Mason stood by his side and raised her fist, shaking it in the air and nodding as the crowd got louder and louder.
“Okay, that’s fucking frightening,”
Thayne said.
“I wonder if the guy using the voice changer is Reverend James.
I really wish the bastard would show himself.”
Jarrett walked away as Snow closed the video and opened another one, walking over to some framed photos on the wall.
They appeared to be family photos.
One in black and white was larger than the others and it caught his eye.
Judging by the clothing the man and woman were wearing, it must have been taken in the early 1960s.
They were standing beside an old green two-tone Rambler station wagon and holding a small girl, smiling out at the photographer.
Jarrett plucked it off the wall and flipped the frame over.
He took off the cardboard backing and read the inscription scribbled on the back of the photo.
“Well, I’ll be,”
he said.
He looked up and walked over to Thayne and Snow who were watching the video of another rally.
“Hey, you guys might want to see this,”
he said, handing them the photo which he’d taken out of the frame.
Thayne took it and stared at the happy couple with their toddler and then flipped it over, reading the back before looking up with a frown.
He handed it to Snow.
“What is it?”
Snow asked.
When he flipped the photo over, he read it out loud.
“‘Reverend James, Maddie, and Mary Elroy.
Wichita Falls, 1964.’ You think this is Mary Mason when she was a kid? That means this mysterious Reverend James is her father? Son of a bitch,”
he exclaimed.
“That would make a hell of a lot of sense.
If Mary Mason was born Mary Elroy and her father is the leader of the Freedom Brigade, no wonder she’s got all this shit in her house.
It looks like she and Greg Mason were both an integral part of it.
Obviously, he wouldn’t be with her at rallies if he wasn’t a part of it too,”
Thayne said.
“There’s video links to rallies in at least six states on their computer.
We need to notify Homeland and our own agencies of what we found as soon as possible.
It looks like this militia and its offshoots are larger than we thought.”
“Special Agent Snow, you should look at this,”
Agent Terry Meyers said, walking into the bedroom.
Jarrett noticed the hammer he held in a gloved hand.
Special Agent Jennifer Long was following right behind him.
“Is that the murder weapon?”
Jarrett asked.
“It looks like it might be,”
Meyers said.
“Look here.”
He pointed to what appeared to be dried blood on the flat round surface of the hammer’s head.
“She killed her own husband?”
Snow asked.
“It appears so, if this is Greg Mason’s blood,”
Meyers replied.
“But why?”
Thayne asked.
“Maybe he stopped bein’ loyal to her father?”
Jarrett ventured.
Thayne nodded.
“Hell, anything is possible.”
“I’m gonna look around and see if I can find another picture of this Reverend James Elroy character,”
Jarrett said.
“I’m going to go have Captain Brown put out an APB for Mary Mason and Reverend James Elroy.”
“And I’m gonna have Sarah see if she can get us a more recent photo of the good Reverend,”
Thayne said, pulling out his phone as Snow walked out of the room.
“You might want to have her check records for Wichita Falls.
We know they lived there at some time in the past,”
Jarrett added.
“Yeah. I will,”
Thayne said, giving Jarrett a smile.
Jarrett smiled back and began searching for additional photos of Mary’s father as Thayne made his call.
They spent the rest of the day going through the house, bagging up all the evidence they could find for the FBI to take back with them to be analyzed.
Hopefully, by morning they’d have some idea where Reverend James Elroy, Mary Mason, the Freedom Brigade, and the rest of the groups across the country were planning their next attack.
The FBI promised to work on it all night and Snow suggested that Thayne and Jarrett go home and get some rest.
Jarrett agreed.
If the attacks were going to happen, they’d happen tomorrow night when thousands of people would be gathered for fireworks celebrations across the country.
The militia had spent a lot of time planning all of this so it would only follow that they’d want to cause the biggest number of casualties they could.
All in all, it had been a successful day but he knew he wouldn’t sleep soundly until they had Reverend James, Mary Mason, and the rest of the conspirators across the nation under arrest.
He and Thayne climbed into the Crown Victoria and then drove home, ready for what would hopefully be a huge arrest and a big adventure the next day.
Snow had their cell numbers and promised them both that they’d get a call as soon as their cyber division had picked the computer apart and as soon as they knew anything.
****
Thayne tossed the car keys in the basket on a table inside the front door of his apartment as soon as they walked in.
He shucked out of his suit jacket, still feeling his ribs protest.
One look at Jarrett told him that his lover was as exhausted and sore as he was, if not even more.
“I’ll order a pizza, Jarrett.
That okay with you? What I really want is a salad but we’re out of lettuce, I just don’t feel like cooking and you have to eat if you’re gonna take pain pills.
We skipped lunch again.”
Jarrett turned and walked over to him, reaching for him and drawing him close.
“What makes you think I’m gonna take pain pills?”
he asked against Thayne’s lips.
Thayne smirked at him as he wrapped his arms around his lover.
“Because you’re hurting, Jarrett.
You hide a lot from me but you can’t hide that and I don’t want you to.”
He sighed deeply and reached up to Jarrett’s short white hair, gently running his fingers through it as he held him against his body with the other hand.
“Stop hiding, Jarrett.”
He pinned him with a serious gaze and leaned in, kissing Jarrett gently.
When he pulled back, Jarrett’s expression was open and relaxed.
“I can’t hide from you, Thayne.
The effort it takes is exhausting.”
“But you do it nonetheless.”
He kissed him again.
“You’re safe with me.
Everything you think you need to hide… well, just… you’re safe with me.”
Jarrett frowned for a minute and then without a word, pulled Thayne even closer, answering with his lips.
He kissed Thayne languidly, until Thayne was weak in the knees.
He loved this man.
He loved how strong Jarrett tried to be with him when Thayne knew he was hurting, both physically and emotionally.
He’d seen the look in Jarrett’s eyes when he’d picked up the phone to call his father.
He’d seen Jarrett’s face when he’d woken in the hospital from being pushed down the mountain.
And he’d seen the look in his eyes when Jarrett had tried not to show how worried he was for Thayne’s safety.
Thayne loved this man and he was pretty sure that Jarrett loved him too.
That was not in Jarrett’s plans… Thayne didn’t even have to ask to know that, so they would have to continue the way they were until they both were ready to admit their feelings.
For now, they had this and this would have to be enough.
“Let me order that pizza, Jarrett, because if I don’t do it now, we’re not going to eat.
I’m going to take you into that bedroom and lose myself in you.”
“I could always lose myself in you,”
Jarrett said with a chuckle.
Thayne barked a laugh and let Jarrett go.
“I’ll order pizza.
You take a shower.
We should clean up while we can.
God knows what’s gonna happen tomorrow.”
Jarrett sobered. “Yeah.”
He stepped back and shucked his own suit jacket.
He started to walk toward the bedroom but stopped and looked back at Thayne, hesitating for just a second.
When he finally spoke, his ice-blue eyes were twinkling.
“I need mushrooms.”
Thayne smiled.
“Yeah.
I got you.”
He shook his head as Jarrett winked and disappeared into the bedroom.
****
Thayne was smiling as Jarrett backed him toward the large king-size bed in his bedroom.
Jarrett wondered if Thayne realized how his bright blue eyes sparkled when he smiled like that.
He really was a stunning man, two inches shorter than his own six foot four frame, Thayne was just as broad and just as cut as Jarrett was.
He was in love with Thayne’s body.
His long legs were dusted with the same black hair as he had on the top of his head, and though his torso was covered with scars the same as his was, Jarrett had never asked about each and every one.
Thayne’s most obvious scar was the long white line that ran down the center of his chest.
His sparse chest hair didn’t grow there anymore but Jarrett couldn’t care less.
He had a lot of his own scars, too many to count.
The most prominent one was from a bullet he took in the neck when a drunken Frenchman had shot him in a fit of anger when Jarrett had gotten up to leave him after fucking him.
Who knew a simple gay bar hookup would nearly end him.
He’d vowed never to take anyone home after that.
Until meeting Thayne, Jarrett had satisfied himself with backroom and bathroom encounters and left it at that.
Coming home to a lover each night was different—a good different—because it felt a lot like a relationship, something Jarrett had never imagined he’d want, but something he had no desire to live without now.
He pushed Thayne back on the bed, following his naked body down and crawling until he was over him.
His mouth was on Thayne’s in seconds, their bodies lined up, and their hard cocks perfectly positioned to grind against each other.
If Jarrett had to choose one thing he loved about fucking his lover, it would be this.
He adored the way they seemed to fit together.
His heart sped up as Thayne circled his back with strong arms and groaned against his mouth, finding Jarrett’s tongue with his own and kissing him passionately.
Thayne was every bit as good a lover as Jarrett had ever had, even the ones he’d wanted more than once.
Adael had been one of those, but when he’d come to Jarrett down in San Diego and told him he’d fight for them to renew their relationship, Jarrett hadn’t even hesitated when he’d turned him down.
The Israeli might be gorgeous and good in bed but he wasn’t Thayne.
Jarrett didn’t think he’d ever find another man like Thayne and he didn’t want to.
“I want you, Jarrett,”
Thayne breathed between kisses.
“Need you inside me, baby.
Need you so so much.”
“A man after my own heart,”
Jarrett said with a grin.
He sat up, straddling Thayne as he ran his hands over Thayne’s chest and abs, letting his gaze follow the path his hands took.
Thayne’s torso was covered with bruises from the roll he’d taken down the hill but every single inch of his body was beautiful to Jarrett.
“You’re thinking too hard,”
Thayne said, meeting his eyes.
“Stop thinking and fuck me.”
Jarrett slid one hand over Thayne’s erect cock, circling it with his fist as he stared into Thayne’s eyes.
He pumped it slowly.
“You know, I always wondered if I could make you come only with my touch.”
Thayne bit his lower lip as Jarrett stroked him languidly.
He bucked his hips off the bed as Jarrett tightened his grip, gazing at him with eyes that told him how much he enjoyed Jarrett’s touch.
“I need you inside me, Jarrett,”
Thayne grunted.
Jarrett grinned.
“We’ll see about that.”
He let go of Thayne’s cock and leaned way over, pulling the bedside drawer open and pulling out a squeeze bottle of lube before returning to straddle him again.
Keeping his gaze locked with Thayne’s, he flipped open the lid to the lube and squeezed a dollop on to his fingers.
He took one of Thayne’s legs and pushed it up until Thayne spread himself for Jarrett.
“You have that nasty face,”
Thayne said with a smirk.
Jarrett grinned as he reached down between Thayne’s legs and began to touch his cock, smearing lube all over it and then down over Thayne’s balls.
“Nasty face?”
“Yeah, you get this look in your eyes when you want nasty sex.
I can’t really explain it.”
“Nasty sex? Hmm.”
Jarrett hummed, keeping his gaze focused on what he was doing to Thayne and the way his cock felt sliding inside Jarrett’s grip as he slowly jacked him.
“Damn, that feels good, Jarrett…”
Thayne groaned.
“Want you inside me…”
Jarrett grinned and stopped what he was doing long enough to reach for the lube again.
He picked up the bottle and snicked the lid open, squeezing a larger amount out onto his hand this time before tossing the bottle aside.
“Told you…,”
he said, leaning over Thayne as he grabbed his cock and resumed the slow slide of his hand.
“I’ve always wanted to see if I can make you come just with my touch.”
He slid the other hand between the cheeks of Thayne’s ass, searching for his tight hole and when he brushed over it, Thayne let out a loud whimper.
“That’s it… jes like that, darlin’.
Tell me how ya feel.”
He breached Thayne’s body with his middle finger, sinking it in up to the first knuckle as he continued to pump Thayne’s dick with his other hand.
Thayne planted both feet and both hands on the bed and bucked up into Jarrett’s touch as he sank his finger deeper.
Jarrett watched as Thayne’s hands curled into fists, taking the bedsheets with them as they curled into knots on the bed.
“God, Jarrett,”
he groaned.
Jarrett couldn’t help but smile as he forced another finger in beside the first, feeling Thayne’s body clench against its invasion.
The inside of Thayne’s body was hot and smooth, and when he clenched against him like that, it fucking turned Jarrett on.
Thayne was beautiful.
His gorgeous Bahama-blue eyes had gone even darker, like the deepest blue sea.
His jaw was tight, his slight frown and his pursed lips, all the evidence of his arousal and lust that Jarrett needed.
He didn’t think he’d ever seen anyone so sexy in his life.
“Feel good?”
he asked, already knowing the answer to his question.
The expression on Thayne’s face said it all.
He was gasping with every twist of Jarrett’s fingers and when he added a third, keeping up the slow and methodical stroking of his cock with the other hand, Thayne began a low keening sound, not quite a groan and not quite a gasp, but something different from any sound he’d ever heard before.
“If you’re gonna fucking…”
Thayne gasped.
“Do that… I need you to do it faster…, Jarrett. God!”
he cried out as Jarrett’s fingers brushed over his prostate, deep inside his body.
Jarrett watched Thayne as he brushed over it again, intentionally focusing his attentions on the gland as he sped his other hand up and down Thayne’s cock, picking up speed.
He was going to watch his lover get off and that thought thrilled Jarrett to no end.
“Do you have any idea how you look right now, darlin’? Lyin’ there, barely able to sit still, letting me jack you like this? You’re downright fuckin’ beautiful.”
He punctuated each word he said with a stroke of his hand.
Sweat beaded on Thayne’s forehead and ran down the side of his temples as he writhed beneath Jarrett’s touch just as he’d hoped.
His teeth were clenched, the muscle in his cheek ticking.
Thayne blew out a breath and suddenly threw his head back, baring his neck for Jarrett as he arched his back and groaned.
He huffed out a breath as he lowered his face and met Jarrett’s gaze again.
His eyes blazed with lust.
Thayne’s mouth opened slightly and he panted as he kept his gaze locked with Jarrett.
Jarrett nodded at him.
“That’s right.
Come on, darlin’.
Show me just how pretty you look when ya come.”
“Not… much longer, Jarrett,”
Thayne gasped.
“Come on, Thayne… come for me…”
“Jarrett!”
Thayne shouted and convulsed in orgasm, lifting his hips off the bed as Jarrett kept jacking him.
Jarrett watched as come shot over his hand and onto Thayne’s belly.
He pumped him through it as Thayne gasped and writhed, his hands bunching the sheets hard as his chest heaved.
Jarrett grinned at him.
“So fuckin’ gorgeous, Thayne.”
More come shot onto Thayne’s belly as Jarrett watched with rapt attention and a silly grin he just couldn’t manage to keep off his face.
He kept up the punishing motion of his hand, jacking and stroking him until he’d wrung every last drop from him, until Thayne protested and grabbed Jarrett’s forearms and tried to pull away.
Jarret held fast for a second and then relented, finally pulling his fingers free.
Thayne’s eyes rolled back in his head as he blew out a relieved breath.
He shuddered with the last of his climax and Jarrett bent over Thayne, propping his hands on the bed on either side of his chest, and kissed him languidly.
Jarrett finally relaxed and stretched out over Thayne’s body, continuing his thorough exploration of Thayne’s mouth.
He finally pulled back and gazed down on him.
“You’re so easy,”
he said with a grin.
In a single heartbeat, Thayne grasped his biceps and flipped him on the bed.
Just like that, he had Jarrett pinned beneath, not an easy feat against a highly-trained Marine who should have seen it coming.
Jarrett couldn’t do anything but chuckle and grin outrageously.
Thayne was right; he was easy and at the moment, he couldn’t care less.
Lying beneath Thayne with his come smearing between them was sexy as hell.
He circled Thayne’s back with his arms as his lover kissed him soundly.
When Thayne finally came up for air he was grinning.
“Your turn.”
The twinkle in Thayne’s eye told Jarrett he was far from finished with him.
Thayne kneeled up, straddling Jarrett before reaching for the bed table and yanking the drawer open.
He pulled out a condom and ripped open the package with his teeth.
“I told you, I want to get fucked.”
Jarrett chuckled as Thayne reached down and began rolling the condom on to Jarrett’s cock.
He squeezed lube onto it and then threw the bottle aside before kneeling up and positioning himself in a straddle over him.
Jarrett grabbed Thayne’s hips.
He loved it when his lover rode him and Thayne knew it. Fuck…
Thayne lowered himself slowly, watching Jarrett’s face as his dick began to breach him.
Thayne was careful not to lean on Jarrett’s ribcage, and instead braced his hands on either side of Jarrett’s knees, leaning back as he lowered himself farther and farther onto Jarrett’s cock, keeping his gaze locked with his.
Jarrett settled his hands on Thayne’s thighs.
His face was so sexy, Jarrett loved watching him as he struggled to take him all the way inside.
It took a minute of rocking up and down, but when Thayne finally bottomed out, he was panting and his eyes were squeezed tightly shut.
Goddamn, the man is hot!
Jarrett’s fingers dug into Thayne’s muscled thighs as he began riding him, pulling off and settling down, opening his eyes and keeping them trained on Jarrett’s, never breaking his gaze.
Jarrett’s cock felt so good, sliding in and out of Thayne’s body, so hot it was like being held in a vise.
Thayne said nothing, just stared at him and moved his body up and down over Jarrett, keeping his hands planted on the bed as he literally screwed himself on Jarrett’s rigid cock.
The sight of his chest and abs and the way his half-hard dick flopped to the side with his efforts, the full sac hanging beneath, perfectly shaped and sexy as hell, turned Jarrett on even more.
The more Thayne fucked on and off his cock, the harder his gorgeous dick grew.
He so obviously loved having Jarrett’s dick inside him.
He adored that about Thayne.
The man knew what he wanted and he took it.
There was nothing better than this… nothing in the world better than fucking this man.
Jarrett felt his climax rise as the tingle in his back spread around to his groin until he was flooded with the need to come.
Just the thought of releasing when buried deep inside Thayne was enough to nearly send him over the edge.
He gasped.
“Gonna come, Thayne.”
Thayne grinned and leaned forward, changing the angle but remaining astride Jarrett’s body, never breaking his pace.
He reached for his own cock and stroked it fast.
“Come with me, Jarrett. Ah!”
Jarrett felt the first wave of his orgasm wash over him before he could stop it and seconds later, his climax hit so hard it surprised him.
He held tight to Thayne’s hips as he gasped and emptied his load into Thayne’s ass, shuddering violently.
Thayne’s eyes rolled back in his head as his own climax hit and he began to shoot over Jarrett’s chest in small splats.
The sight of his lover’s orgasm forced a second wave of climax through Jarrett and he reached for Thayne, yanking him down so that he could kiss him passionately as his body thrummed with his release.
The feeling of being one with another human being never ceased to amaze Jarrett and as Thayne returned his kiss, he was overwhelmed with love.