Chapter One 2
“Dynamite is in my blood, remember? I grew up in a damn coal mine.”
Thayne huffed a laugh, taking a sip of his beer.
“I remember, country boy.”
Jarrett felt his heart squeeze as Thayne looked at him.
Suddenly, the need to kiss him was as necessary as breathing.
He set down his beer and closed the distance between them.
Thayne watched him prowl closer.
Jarrett recognized the spark of lust in those blue eyes but also… maybe… worry? Jarrett wondered if Thayne had been pondering the same things he had during the time they’d been apart.
His body reacted to Thayne’s the way it always had, hardening as he drew close.
This was the way they communicated best.
Thayne set down his beer and waited.
“Country boy, huh?”
Jarrett smiled, reaching up to run his fingers through Thayne’s hair, feeling the softness of the dark strands.
He was warm and he smelled familiar and good.
Jarrett wondered why the hell he hadn’t touched him until now.
He’d been back in LA a month… avoiding this amazing feeling.
Ya really are stupid.
He stared into Thayne’s eyes.
“I’ve missed you, Evans.”
Thayne’s voice rumbled low.
Jarrett tore his gaze away from that magnetizing stare and dropped it to Thayne’s lips.
They were full and pink and as he watched, they parted as Thayne licked his bottom lip.
It was sexy as hell but it was also one of Thayne’s tells.
Every time he was nervous, he licked his lips.
Son of a bitch.
“Missed you too,”
Jarrett whispered.
He kissed him.
The moment their lips met, fireworks went off between them.
Fuck San Diego.
This was magical and exploding stars all by itself.
Thayne groaned and wrapped his arms around Jarrett, bringing their bodies together as if moving puzzle pieces into a perfect fit.
They were a perfect fit and damned if it wasn’t undeniable.
It was always this way between them.
Jarrett wrapped Thayne’s waist and tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss.
This felt right… like Jarrett was truly home for the first time since he’d been back.
This was home. Dammit.
Thayne was the air he needed to breathe, the sustenance his body needed, and his mouth was the only drink he’d ever taken that would quench the undying thirst Jarrett possessed.
He needed what only Wolfe gave him just to survive.
Thayne groaned as Jarrett kissed him, running his hands up under the leather jacket he wore, sliding them over his back as he pulled him even closer.
Jarrett felt Thayne’s erection against his own.
He rocked against Thayne, loving the way their cocks slid against each other, ramping up the hunger coursing through his veins.
He needed this.
Who had he been kidding? This man, here and now, was the only thing Jarrett could ever want or need. Damn him.
Thayne was the first to break their connection and he leaned back, staring into his face. “Pizza?”
Jarrett couldn’t help himself.
He chuckled.
“Bedroom.”
Thayne grinned widely.
“I’d hoped you would say that.”
He leaned forward and kissed Jarrett hard before letting go and taking his hand, leading him into the bedroom Jarrett had watched through windows so long ago.
It seemed like a lifetime had passed since he’d perched up on the roof across the street and watched every movement Thayne made through a rifle scope for a solid week.
The bedroom had a navy blue duvet cover and modern furnishings, different from the bed in the safe house where they’d fucked so many times he’d lost count.
Somehow, those simple acts of fucking, sharing their bodies with each other, had changed the longer they were together.
It had become more.
And it was even more now.
No matter how much he wanted to deny it, this was what he needed.
Thayne was everything he needed.
Thayne pulled him into the room and then stopped when they were close to the bed.
He turned to him and reached up, winding his arms around Jarrett’s neck and drawing him into another kiss.
This time it was Jarrett who groaned.
Painfully hard, he returned the kiss, harder this time, pouring his unspoken need into it.
Their tongues slid across each other, and Jarrett’s breathing hitched as he felt Thayne’s body shudder with lust.
Jarrett tugged at the T-shirt Thayne wore, stepping back and tearing it over his head before moving back to him and taking his lips in another scorching kiss.
Thayne became frantic, tearing at Jarrett’s jacket.
Before it was even sliding to the floor, Thayne had his hands on the hem of his shirt, pulling it off and then they were halfway there.
Jarrett moved in close, seeking another kiss, needing the contact of his body once more.
Jarrett reached one hand around Thayne’s neck and pulled him in for another kiss, saying nothing, just letting his actions speak for him as his other hand slid between them.
He traced the taut muscles of Thayne’s abdominals downward, skipping over the surgery scar where the doctors had split his sternum to remove a bullet which had nearly taken Thayne’s life the fateful day he’d been gunned down in his friend’s auto body shop parking lot.
Jarrett sucked in a breath, forcing the helplessness he’d felt when he’d nearly lost Thayne out of his mind as he tried not to think about it.
Jarrett continued sliding his hands down Thayne’s smooth muscled form, letting them trace over his belly until he was halted by the jeans Thayne wore.
He broke the kiss and took a half step back, focused on yanking at his belt to get him out of the pants as efficiently as possible.
He was a trained Marine after all.
He could dress for battle in under two minutes including belt and boots.
The buckle on Thayne’s jeans was child’s play.
He smiled at his thoughts, refocused on his task and had the belt open and the zipper down in moments.
Much better.
Thayne stepped close and took Jarrett’s face in both hands, forcing his attention away from his task.
“Get those clothes off now or I’ll kick your ass, Jarrett.”
Thayne kissed him hard as Jarrett smiled but he obediently did as he was told and went to work on his own clothes.
He bent to remove his boots and then slid his cargo pants off in no time as Thayne did the same.
Thayne crawled onto the bed and Jarrett watched his perfect ass, marveling at how badly he’d missed this with Thayne after months and months.
The weekend they’d spent together in Georgia was spent in bed.
They’d literally only come up for air a few times to eat and shower when they got too gamey but that had been four or five months ago.
Jarrett had lost track.
Thayne flipped onto his back and lay invitingly on the pillows.
His naked body was long and lanky, nearly as muscled as Jarrett’s and so perfectly sculpted he could have been in an art museum.
It told the tale of Thayne’s life, complete with numerous scars aside from the large one on his chest but to Jarrett, he was beautiful in every way.
Jarrett climbed onto the bed after him, crawling over to where Thayne lay, wanting to touch him and taste him all over.
The fact was, they’d never needed or wanted foreplay before.
They’d always gotten right down to the act but there was something so sensual about the way Thayne’s body looked tonight that made Jarrett want to explore him, regardless of how badly he wanted to cut to the chase.
Jarrett ran his palms up over Thayne’s legs, feeling the lean muscle beneath the dark hair on his skin.
Thayne flexed the muscles as he raised his knees, planting his feet on the bed and spreading himself wide enough for Jarrett to crawl between his legs.
Thayne’s gorgeous cock rose from the closely cropped hair at his groin, his balls outlined in their loose sac.
Jarrett’s mouth watered and he glanced up at Thayne’s face.
His jaw was set tight, his lips drawn into a thin line as he stared down the length of his body at Jarrett.
Thayne gazed at him with lust-filled eyes and that perfect tongue poked out and licked over his lips.
He wants this as much as I do.
Jarrett smiled and lowered his head.
The first touch of Jarrett’s tongue had Thayne gasping, reaching for Jarrett’s short hair as he ran his tongue up the length of Thayne’s cock.
When he got to the leaking head, he stopped, licking the drop that pearled at Thayne’s slit onto his tongue and tasting his lover for the first time.
His flavor was amazing and Jarrett wondered why the hell he’d waited so long to do this.
Thayne groaned and Jarrett felt his fingers curl against his scalp as Thayne tried in vain to get a grip on the short strands.
Jarrett licked him again, swirling his tongue around the head of Thayne’s cock, loving the way the spongy soft skin felt on this part of his beautiful body.
He glanced up at Thayne’s face as he reached for his balls, taking them in one hand while his other hand remained on Thayne’s thigh, holding him in place as he began to squirm.
“Hold still, darlin’.
I’ve been waitin’ a lifetime to do this to you,”
he drawled.
At Thayne’s answering moan, Jarrett took the head of his cock into his mouth, sucking gently.
Thayne’s taste was amazing and as he bucked his hips, Jarrett was able to swallow more of the swollen shaft into his mouth.
“Jesus, Jarrett.
That feels…,”
Thayne groaned.
Jarrett sucked harder, rolling Thayne’s balls in his hand, giving them just a little tug as he worked Thayne’s cock with his mouth.
He felt Thayne’s passion ramping up; his lover began to slowly thrust into his mouth, working more of his dick past Jarrett’s lips as he clutched at his hair, pushing on the back of Jarrett’s head gently, trying to force him to slide deeper onto him.
Jarrett groaned as Thayne’s cock hit the back of his throat and he pulled back, sucking as he did so, loving the precome he tasted on his tongue.
“Jarrett.
You keep that up and you’re going to end this way too soon.
It’s been too long and I have no staying power,”
Thayne gasped raggedly.
Jarrett glanced up and met Thayne’s gaze.
His Bahama-blue eyes twinkled with lust in the near darkness of the room and his mouth was open ever so slightly as he panted and groaned.
Just watching him was better than any porn Jarrett had ever seen.
The man was fantastic, a delicious dark-haired god… all rippling muscle and skin that glistened with perspiration as he tried desperately to fend off the orgasm that was threatening.
Jarrett knew the signs but as much as he wanted them to come together this first time back, what he needed more than anything was to taste Thayne’s come in his mouth.
His mouth watered for it and he hadn’t known how much he needed it until that very second.
All the months of separation were finally over.
This was real.
This man, this act, and nothing else.
Thayne groaned as Jarrett sucked harder, thrusting his hips a little more.
More of his cock sank into Jarrett’s mouth and Jarrett sucked harder.
Thayne flexed his fingers against Jarrett’s scalp and the feeling of his hair getting pulled sent more shockwaves to his own cock.
He looked up at Thayne’s face again, noting the expression of pure lust painted all over it.
“Oh, God, Jarrett!”
Thayne’s words sounded like a warning.
Jarrett looked up as Thayne bucked his hips, forcing his cock deeply again.
Thayne’s jaw was tight; he was gritting his teeth.
Jarrett rolled his balls and sucked harder, sliding up to the head and then back down the slick shaft almost until his nose was buried in the soft hairs at the base.
He met Thayne’s eyes again and nodded.
Thayne groaned, staring hard at him.
“You want that?”
he gasped.
“Oh, God…”
Jarrett nodded, sucking hard, humming around his swelling shaft and then he felt the first pulsations as Thayne’s cock stiffened, growing even harder in his mouth.
He swallowed around the head as Thayne came.
Hot come blasted out of Thayne’s cock landing on Jarrett’s tongue as Thayne shouted.
Jarrett barely had time to swallow before his mouth was filled again.
Thayne writhed on the bed, groaning as he came undone.
Jarrett loved his loss of control and the satisfaction in knowing that he’d brought Thayne to this point.
“Jarrett,”
Thayne groaned, “Jesus, Jarrett.
That was…”
Thayne panted, letting whatever he was going to say trail off as though it was unnecessary.
Jarrett didn’t care.
He just loved hearing his name on Thayne’s lips as if it belonged there… as if he belonged to Thayne.
I’m gettin’ sentimental.
The honest to God truth was, Jarrett didn’t believe in love.
He’d had buddies in the military who thought they were in love with their girls but he’d seen an equal number of guys get dumped when they were overseas fighting for their country, putting their lives on the line every day and bleeding for freedom.
It was a hell of a thing to see a man get a Dear John letter when he was halfway around the world, crawling through the sand or mud, ducking bullets coming from every which way.
They lost all hope and intentionally put themselves in the path of danger.
He’d seen it happen.
He was determined never to let it happen to him.
It was a dichotomy though.
He could trust Thayne with his life but not his heart.
Strange thing… hearts. Hearts made guys do even the most un-Marine-like things Jarrett could think of… like sucking dick.
Jarrett watched Thayne’s face for a few seconds and then pulled off his cock, missing it almost immediately.
Thayne’s eyes blinked open and he gazed at Jarrett as he rose over him, crawling up to lie beside him.
Jarrett curled up to his side, as Thayne turned on his side to face him.
He was still painfully hard but he didn’t want to rush this reunion.
There’d be plenty of time for him to get off and that really wasn’t as much on his mind as just lying beside Thayne and touching his skin again, feeling him hard and warm under his hands and pliable under his lips.
It was a heady fucking experience.
There it was again… that feeling that he always seemed to have in Thayne’s presence.
He liked the man, genuinely liked him.
Sure, he was dynamite in bed and Jarrett loved that about him, but the times when he could just curl up and cuddle with him were sometimes even more enjoyable than the sex.
He’d never felt that way about anyone before.
It was easy with Thayne, probably easier than it should be.
Thayne didn’t pelt him with flowery words or expect more than Jarrett was willing to give.
Thayne seemed satisfied just to be with him and he accepted him for who he was and who he’d been in the past, even though most of who Jarrett was would forever remain a mystery to Thayne.
Thankfully, Thayne didn’t bother with asking questions Jarrett didn’t want to answer or couldn’t answer.
Something about the way Thayne looked at Jarrett with eyes filled with trust made him feel like a good man, not the one he really was.
To be able to work with him every day, bask in the feeling he got when he was with him, was an indescribable gift and Jarrett counted himself lucky to be lying here with Thayne.
Thayne smiled at him, laying his hand on Jarrett’s hip.
“That was fun.”
Jarrett leaned in and kissed him softly.
“Yeah.
Been meanin’ to do that for a while now.
Just never got around to it.”
“I’m so glad you finally did.”
Thayne let his hand slide down Jarrett’s hip to his thigh, letting it linger there for a few seconds.
“You’re always too anxious to get inside me.”
“Never heard ya complain about that,”
Jarrett said.
He let his gaze travel over Thayne’s face, never tiring of how good-looking he was.
He couldn’t decide what he liked more, his blue eyes, framed by the longest black lashes he’d ever seen on a man, or his square jaw.
He loved the designer stubble Thayne had there, not long enough to be offensive to the higher-ups at the ATF but definitely not clean-shaven either.
He was as pretty as hell in a very masculine way.
“Why complain when it feels so good?”
Thayne stared at Jarrett, a hint of a smile on his full lips.
“Speaking of which…”
Thayne slid his hand between them and took Jarrett in hand, giving him a squeeze as his long fingers circled his dick.
Jarrett groaned.
“That feels real good, Thayne.
Jes like that.”
Thayne smiled, stroking him slowly and keeping his eyes trained on his.
“I’d really like this inside me right about now.”
Jarrett smiled.
“You’re too easy.”
He kissed him, harder this time, letting the kiss fill with passion that he wanted Thayne to feel.
He rolled him onto his back, crawling over him as the kiss intensified.
Thayne widened his legs below Jarrett, sliding his arms around his back and running his hands up over Jarrett’s muscled body as they made out.
Jarrett rutted against Thayne’s thigh, ramping up his passion as he grew hard again.
He broke the kiss, leaning back in a straddle over Thayne’s hips.
Thayne was hard again and Jarrett loved the possibility that he might be able to see him come again as he fucked him.
He loved watching that.
He circled his dick with one hand, pumping it up and down as Thayne moaned.
“Get inside me, Jarrett.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice,”
Jarrett said.
“Where’s your lube and condoms?”
Thayne turned his head and pointed to the nightstand. “There.”
Jarrett leaned over and yanked the drawer open, drawing out the things he’d requested and then came back to where Thayne waited.
He tore open a condom package, holding Thayne’s gaze, and then rolled it onto himself.
In the past, he’d generally preferred topping his lovers for reasons he never wanted to examine too closely, but when he was with Thayne, he’d acquiesced and bottomed a few times.
Thayne was a very considerate lover as well as a passionate one and he’d made it good for him.
Jarrett snicked open the lube bottle as Thayne watched, drizzling some onto the condom and then working it down over his shaft.
“Grab your knees, darlin’.
I wanna watch this.”
Thayne smiled and did as requested, pulling his knees back and opening himself wide.
He’d always liked that about Thayne.
He was an accommodating lover and it made Jarrett want to do the same for him.
Jarrett squirted some lube over his fingers and then tossed the bottle aside, leaning over Thayne as he worked his finger inside him to open him up.
Thayne bit his lower lip and moaned as soon as Jarrett penetrated him.
“That feels amazing, Jarrett.”
“Forgot how tight you were,”
Jarrett said, sliding his finger in and out of him, twisting it and loosening him.
He worked him for a minute and then added another digit, drawing out more moans from Thayne as he leaned over him and kissed him.
He mimicked what he was doing to Thayne with his tongue and judging by the way the man was groaning, he appreciated that little attention to detail.
He wondered whether he could make Thayne come just from doing this to him and promised himself that he would most definitely try it someday.
After a few minutes, Thayne was writhing underneath him and Jarrett pulled out his fingers, grabbed onto Thayne’s knees, and pressed inside him slowly.
“Jarrett…”
Thayne gasped as Jarrett advanced, rocking his hips to slide in a little more with each flex of his hips.
“That’s right, relax for me.”
Jarrett groaned as he sank deeper with each slow thrust.
After a few more he was buried deep inside and the way Thayne’s body squeezed around Jarrett felt more natural than it should.
He loved fucking Thayne.
He was responsive to every touch, every caress, and every slide of his cock.
He rewarded Jarrett with sexy sounds that seemed to come out of him with very little effort.
It just felt right whenever they were in bed together and Jarrett let that thought skitter right out of his brain because if he actually had to reflect on it too hard, he knew it was going to be trouble for them both.
“God, Jarrett.
That feels amazing,”
Thayne ground out.
His voice had taken on a sexed-up, gravely quality that turned Jarrett on something fierce every time he heard it.
He sped his motions, fucking Thayne harder now, beginning a slow rhythm that grew faster with each deliberate thrust.
Thayne’s ass clutched him tightly, as if his body didn’t want to let Jarrett go and it felt better the longer they fucked.
But it had become more than just simple fucking to Jarrett.
Thayne had gone and crawled inside Jarrett when he wasn’t looking and it felt good.
Thayne let go of his knees and planted his feet on the bed, elevating his hips with every thrust Jarrett gave, fucking him back.
“Christ, Thayne, keep that up and I ain’t gonna last,”
he hissed.
Jarrett reached between them and took hold of Thayne’s gorgeous dick, stroking it as Thayne gasped.
He loved it when Jarrett did that to him, judging by the expression on his face.
Thayne’s hands were in his hair, his eyes were squeezed tightly shut, his head thrown back on the pillow as he continued to meet his hard thrusts with rocks of his hips.
Jarrett sped his motions, both fucking him harder and jacking him faster until Thayne’s eyes opened wide and he pinned Jarrett with a helpless expression.
“Gonna come, Jarrett,”
Thayne gasped.
“Come on, Thayne,”
Jarrett growled.
He was approaching his own orgasm and watching Thayne come undone underneath him was going to push him right over.
He concentrated on Thayne’s face, watching the abject lust that filled his expression.
He brushed a calloused thumb over the tip of Thayne’s cock and pounded into him.
That’s all it took.
Thayne screamed and came, shooting out over his belly, painting his chest and abs with a sticky mess.
Jarrett jacked him hard, milking his dick to get every drop, and then let go so that he could swipe his fingers through one of the puddles.
Thayne’s eyes locked with his as he lifted his hand and cleaned it with his tongue.
The taste of his lover’s come triggered his own orgasm and he closed his eyes, holding himself still as it crashed over him like a wave on the beach.
His come pulsed deep into the condom buried in Thayne’s body as electricity shot through him forcing his whole body into a convulsing shudder.
“Son of a bitch, that’s pretty,”
Thayne groaned.
When Jarrett opened his eyes again, Thayne was staring at him with an almost reverent expression.
Seeing Thayne look at him like that made Jarrett feel like a better man than he was.
He wondered if Thayne knew that.
His climax subsided and his heart began to slow from the pounding beating it had been doing moments before.
He panted, dropping his head to hang over Thayne’s chest for a second before flopping down over his body and gathering him up in his arms.
Thayne kissed the side of his neck and Jarrett laid his face against the soft skin between Thayne’s neck and shoulder.
He lay there breathing Thayne’s scent for several minutes, relaxing over him.
He wished he could fall asleep like this but the fact remained that cleanup was required.
He let Thayne’s arms hold him tightly for a couple of minutes and then sat back up, slowly pulling out of his body before grasping the condom by its base and sliding backward off the bed.
Jarrett padded to the bathroom to remove the evidence of their passion and then wet a washcloth, bringing it back to the bed to give to Thayne who remained on his back with come all over the front of him.
“Thanks, Jarrett,”
he said, taking the small towel from him and cleaning himself off.
After he’d finished, he set it aside and Jarrett climbed back onto the bed, rolling close so that he could pull Thayne into his arms for another kiss.
Thayne kissed him back, slowly and softly, and when he’d given him a few pats to the belly, he pulled back.
“You hungry?”
they both said at once.
“I’m starving,”
they said together and then both of them cracked up laughing.