Chapter Six
Jagger
Bailey sucked down his drink and started to pour another when I touched his hand, taking the bottle from him. “Is that how you medicate yourself so it doesn’t hurt so much?” I poured him another as he wiped away a few more tears.
“Contrary to what that bottle of Jim Beam in my duffel might have signaled, I don’t drink often. Well, no more often than any other soldier with a mild case of PTSD and a slightly broken heart. You?”
I chuckled. “I don’t have a broken heart, per se. Hell, I’m not sure I even have a heart.”
“Maybe you’re ace or pan?” Bailey sat forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he stared at me.
It wasn’t like I hadn’t thought about it—rather stewed on it—for years. I was sexually attracted to men and not women, so that wiped out both of his suggestions. My problem was I was chickenshit.
“No, I’m quite sure I’m gay, but all my life I heard that queer people were going to burn in hell.
My parents are fanatically Evangelical, and I was raised in a very strict home.
My father quoted Proverbs 24:13 like a fucking affirmation.
He who spares his rod hates his son, But he who loves him disciplines him promptly. My father wasn’t one to spare the rod.”
Bailey chuckled. “Ya gotta love the religious zealots.”
I shrugged. He wasn’t wrong. “My older brother is doing the same thing with my nieces, and it pisses me off. Kaleb is the rebellious one, refusing to marry the mother of his son. He’s the baby, and I guess that gives him a pass in Mom and Dad’s eyes.”
If I thought about it long enough, I’d guess my heart was a little broken too. But I was an adult. It was too late to whine about it.
“Ah, my folks are Presbyterians. Well, my mother is. I’m not sure what the General believed. Fuck, he probably thought he was God.” We both laughed.
“Have you ever been with a woman?” The few times I’d tried were horrible, and I felt bad for the women, fumbling idiot that I’d been.
“I have, actually. It was back in high school. Tiffany Lombard was a sweet girl. Thankfully, I wasn’t her first. She may have sworn off sex altogether because of me and my clumsiness. There aren’t many of us who are gold star gays.”
My confused expression made him smile. “Sorry?”
“Gold star tripping you up? It’s men who haven’t slept with women.
There are some out there, but there are more guys like us who tried like hell not to be gay.
I didn’t come out until I got out of the Army.
My mother was fine with it. My dad would probably have shit a brick, regardless of how many medals were on my dress blues. ”
“You got any pictures of yourself in those dress blues?” I wasn’t sure until that moment that I’d be a sucker for a uniform.
Bailey stared at me for a moment before breaking out in uproarious laughter. I joined him, blushing at how funny the situation was. Here I was, forty-four years old, having my first real crush.
“How old are you?”
“I’ll be thirty-nine. How old did you think I was?” There was that sexy smirk again.
“I don’t know, which is why I asked.”
“And you, Trooper?” Bailey winked at me.
“I’m forty-four. I’ve never been on a date with a man, and the blowjob you gave me earlier was the best one I’ve ever had, though I have had a couple of others.”
“Okay, uh, have you ever given a blowjob? It’s okay if you haven’t.”
I hadn’t, but I felt the need to clarify some things.
“I need to set a few ground rules. No games, Bailey. I’m old and set in my ways.
If this isn’t what you want, tell me now.
I’m not fragile, but I don’t want you to rip off the bandage slowly if you don’t want a relationship, because that’s what I want. ”
Bailey stood from the table and picked up the two glasses we’d been drinking from before shoving the bottle under his left arm. He walked toward the back door and stopped before he went inside, turning toward me.
“You coming?” He gave me a sexy wink and went inside.
Hopping up so quickly that I nearly knocked over my chair, I rushed inside like I was about to miss curfew.
The glasses and bottle of whiskey were on the counter, and Bailey’s red T-shirt was on the hardwood floor at the hall entrance.
His sneakers were three feet away, and his jeans were on the floor at my open bedroom door.
I pulled my black Sparks Bail Bonds polo from my jeans and over my head, dropping it next to his red shirt. My boots came off next to Bailey’s, and my jeans dropped on top of his by the bedroom doorway.
When I stepped into the room, my skin prickled with gooseflesh at seeing that beautiful body stretched across my bed in a pair of green boxer briefs with shamrocks decorating the crotch. I nearly swallowed my tongue at the sight of his long, hard cock perfectly outlined in four-leaf clovers.
“Wow.” Bailey sat up and stared at my blue-plaid boxers tenting in front of me. “Baby, those won’t do. Come on, gimme some eye candy.”
“What’s…? What’s wrong with my boxers? I’ve worn boxers most of my life.” I glanced down at my drawers, not sure what to say.
“I’ll give you they’re not Mormon underwear, but damn if they’re not far off. I had a fellow soldier who was a Mormon. Of course, we had to wear our government-issued skivvies, but when we weren’t on duty, Paul wore something he called temple garments. I’ve seen nuns showing more skin.”
I slid my boxers off and stood there in all my naked glory. “And now?”
Bailey stood from the bed and stepped closer to me. “Much better. Now, take mine off.”
I wasted no time sliding my thumbs into the elastic waistband of his drawers and slowly lowering them, not taking my gaze from every centimeter of gorgeous flesh revealed. His bush was neatly trimmed and his cock was hard, bobbing toward me.
Bailey leaned to the right to open the nightstand drawer. “No condoms?”
I arched my right eyebrow at him as I let his underwear fall to the floor, and he stepped out. “Tell me why I’d have reason to buy condoms?”
Bailey smirked. “Water balloon fight with the neighbor kids?”
“Yeah, and then you’d find me on the sex offenders list. I have lube.” I reached into the drawer and pulled out the tube, placing it on the nightstand as I pushed Bailey onto the mattress before I climbed on top of him.
“Am I too heavy?” I damn well didn’t want to hurt him. When our hard cocks rubbed together, I nearly passed out. “Oh god.”
Bailey grinned. “Baby, I think we’re evenly matched in body size. I think even our cocks are about the same size. That’s fucking lucky for both of us.”
The sexy man shifted up, reaching between us to grab our erections in his fist. “We’ll go to the store tomorrow to get condoms and some sexy drawers for you. I like the idea of knowing what’s under your bounty hunter uniform when you go to work in the morning.”
I chuckled as he nipped my jaw, his soft goatee skimming my skin. My cock throbbed as he brushed his nose up to my ear and bit my earlobe. What the hell is happening?
“We are gonna have a lot of fun, Trooper. I’m pledging to be your sexual sensei. God, you make me hot.”
“Wh-Why?”
I hated that fucking stutter, but the feelings racing through my body were hard to understand. I’d had one blowjob with a guy I didn’t know in a club, and I’d been so nervous that I couldn’t come until he swirled a slick finger around my asshole.
Would Bailey do that to me? He’d asked if I’d let him fuck me. Could I do that?
“Scoot up the bed, Jagger, and lean against the headboard. Let me show you something that feels incredible.”
I didn’t hesitate, shoving a pillow behind my back as I leaned against the wooden headboard. “Is this what you meant?”
Bailey climbed onto my lap and put his hands on my shoulders. “Don’t be nervous or worried, babe. I won’t tie you up—yet.”
My head snapped back and hit the headboard, bringing a chuckle from Bailey.
“I’m joking, Trooper. I’ll be gentle with you.
I want us to take our time and get to know each other.
If I move too fast for you at any point, please tell me.
I don’t want us to crash and burn before we ever get off the ground. ”
As I looked into his eyes with him perched on my groin, I could see he was being honest. He meant what he said. Now I had to be honest in return.
“I gotta ask if I’m too… Some guys your size like younger, smaller guys they can toss around. I’m not exactly the type of guy you can toss around.”
Bailey pushed back, staring into my eyes. “I don’t want a twink. I don’t want a guy I can toss around, Jagger. I want a guy who is my equal in everything. You are that guy. We barely know each other, but I have the feeling we’re going to find we have a lot of shit in common.”
Without waiting for me to respond, Bailey opened the lube, squeezed some onto his palm, and grabbed both our cocks. He slicked our lengths before he covered my mouth with his to nibble at my lips, tickling in the best fucking way.
The feeling of his palm sliding over my aching dick as he stroked the two of us blew my mind. Never in my life had I experienced anything close to the ecstasy Bailey was giving me.
“Fuck, Bailey.” I gasped as he rounded his palm over the head of our cocks, making my toes curl.
He squeezed our members together before sliding his dick through his fist, rubbing it against mine. What the fuck had I been missing?
“Come on, baby, give it to me.” His voice was a sexy rumble I felt from his chest to mine, and I couldn’t hold back.
“Fuck!” My balls couldn’t hold back any longer. Hell, it took me longer to get off when I jacked myself, which wasn’t really a surprise. Bailey was fucking magical.
He spilled on my chest and stomach before tucking into my neck to catch his breath. His silk hair draped over my face, so I grabbed his cheeks and pulled him up to my lips. “You are amazing.”
The kiss heated my blood as his tongue swirled with mine. I loved the feel of his blond chest hairs scraping against my grays.
Bailey climbed off and went into the bathroom, coming back with a wet cloth to clean me up. He was so gentle with me that I was speechless.
“You don’t have to do this,” I whispered.
“Yeah, I do. One thing you need to know, baby. I take care of what’s mine, and right now, you are mine.”
The words he whispered had my head spinning. “Right now, you are mine.” I never thought I’d hear anyone say that to me.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand, so I reached for it, trying not to disturb Bailey. The fact that he was lying on my chest was a surprise, but I welcomed it just the same. It felt as if he belonged there.
I checked the screen. Hardy. “Hello?” I glanced at the bedside clock to see that it was six in the morning.
“Jagger, it’s me, Hardy. I’m sorry to call so early. I did the research you asked for, and I have a shitload of information on Boyd Newton. Based on what I’ve read, he’s an idiot, but he has a few friends who might be party to this blackmail thing.”
“What’s going on?” Bailey asked as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. I wanted to keep him in bed with me all day, but that wasn’t to be.
“Hardy, I’m going to put you on speaker if that’s okay.”
“Sure, Jagger.”
“Hardy, this is Bailey Gregory. Tell him what you found.”
“Hi, Mr. Gregory. I ran your brother’s friend through the system. I found out some things about Boyd Newton that maybe your brother didn’t know.” Hardy sounded worried, and that was a red flag for me.
“Hardy, we’ll be in the office in an hour. Hang on to that info, will you?”
“Sure, Jagger. I’ll be here.”
I ended the call and turned to Bailey. “You want to hear the information Hardy found firsthand, or do you want me to go by myself? Are you gonna go off on your own to hunt for Boyd Newton?”
Bailey grinned. “Oh, I’d love to hear what your guy found about Boyd Newton.”
“Can I get a kiss first?” Maybe I sounded like a helpless pussy, but when Bailey’s lips met mine, I closed my eyes.
I didn’t want to be weak, but never in my life had I felt as if someone really gave a fuck about me. Not my parents. Not my brothers.
“I never have a problem kissing you, Trooper. You want to get some breakfast on the way?”
After Bailey slid off me, I watched him walk away. He was beautiful, his body unlike anything I’d ever imagined.
How did I deserve anyone like him?