Chapter Eleven
Bailey
When Jagger came into the house and spotted me with my backpack, the pain in his eyes hit my heart like a baseball bat in the sternum. For whatever reason, Jagger thought I was leaving him behind, and that wasn’t what was happening at all.
“Oh, Trooper, I’ll be back. I’m leaving the rest of my stuff here with you. I don’t plan to let you go, Jagger. You’re too… You’re important to me. I’m leaving my heart here, along with my bike.” The relieved expression on Jagger’s handsome face was immediate.
I quickly called the airline to reschedule my flight for eight in the morning before hurrying to his bedroom, where he dropped to his knees for me.
I nearly flooded his mouth at the first sensation of suction.
He was new to the pleasure he could bestow with his hot, wet mouth, but that was what practice was for.
“God, I hate myself for stopping you, but I don’t want to come like this.” I helped him from the floor, and we sat on the side of the bed.
We had a brief discussion about going without condoms and decided it was a good idea since we’d both been tested regularly and were on PrEP meds, him because he was sexually active and me because of the nature of my job.
Sometimes things got bloody with a jumper, and many of them were drug addicts.
No way would any of us take unnecessary risks with our health.
With that out in the open, I waited for him to decide. After a moment, he simply stared at me, a nervous furrow of his brow revealing he was thinking too hard.
Finally, I spoke up, impatient to get things underway, however he wanted them to go. “So, for this first time, how about you top met?”
I was ready to take anything Jagger wanted to give me. I didn’t bottom often—hadn’t in years—but for him, I’d do it in a heartbeat. Poor guy seemed damn nervous about it, and I didn’t want that for our first time having sex.
“No. I want you to talk me through it, Bailey. I’ve experimented with my fingers inside my ass, and I like it a lot. Show me what I’ve been missing all these years.” His face flushed pink as he spoke those inviting words.
I took a deep breath. Jagger had given me a tall order, but I had such strong feelings for the man that I would do anything he asked.
Just to be sure… “Are you certain, Jagger?”
Jagger handed me the lube with the cap open. “I’m sure.”
I squeezed some slick onto my fingers and slid them together to warm the lube as I kissed him. Jagger Hansen was the man I’d been looking for my entire life. I was convinced of that more than anything. We had a few things to work through, but fuck if I didn’t want to come home to him.
“I’m going to open you, so I don’t hurt you, baby. Hands and knees, please.”
Jagger nodded and seemed to freeze at the same time.
I eased from behind him and lay on my back under him to gaze into those gorgeous hazel windows to his soul.
If he were afraid, I’d never push him. He had to want it, and if it took until the end of time for me to be inside him, I’d wait. I’d wait a fucking lifetime.
Jagger sighed. “I’m sorry I’m so nervous, Bailey. I want to give myself to you.”
Those were the most beautiful words I’d ever heard from anyone. I was prouder that he wanted to give himself to me than I was of any of the honors I’d had been given during my military career.
I did everything I could to prepare Jagger tenderly. My fingers circled his entrance to excite him, so he relaxed enough to enjoy what we were going to do. His velvet walls were a place I could imagine as a home for my cock forever.
At first, he was uncomfortable, though he didn’t say a word. The way he squirmed told me everything I needed to know.
I leaned up and took his hard cock into my mouth to distract him from the sensation of having my fingers in his ass.
His bush nearly made me sneeze at first, but I rubbed my nose in it and enjoyed the scent of his body wash as I swallowed his cock until I had three fingers inside him, stretching him enough for what we were about to do.
I pulled Jagger onto my chest and kissed him with everything inside me as I turned us so he was on his back and I was on top of him. His sighs were like music to me. “Are you okay, honey?”
“Yes. Can we please keep going?” The desperation in his voice made me fight for control before we even got going. Fuck me if the man didn’t have me by the balls.
I brushed my clean fingers through his hair before I pushed my cock against his entrance. “You’re mine, Jagger.”
He took in a breath before he pushed his ass against me. When the head of my cock slipped inside him, I froze instantly, waiting for my man to catch his breath and signal he was ready for more.
Finally, he smiled. “Don’t leave me behind, Bailey. I want to be with you however you want me.” I lost my fucking breath at the emotion held in his words.
Jagger kept his gaze pinned on mine. “I’m not sure what to think right now, but I’m fucking glad it’s you. Feeling you inside me is better than I ever imagined.”
I pushed the rest of the way inside him as gently as I could. His ass was like a vice on my dick, but I welcomed it. Feeling him from the inside was incredible.
“I’m not going to last too long,” I warned.
Jagger grinned. “This won’t be the only time we do this, will it?”
“God, I hope not.” That was the end of my willpower. “I need to move, okay?”
“Please.” God, he was sweet.
“Gladly.”
He stopped talking and sucked in a huge breath as I pushed forward less gently, pegging his prostate. I moaned at feeling the velvet glove surrounding my aching cock.
Jagger clasped his legs around my waist, and I fucked him harder and faster because I was losing my mind.
He gasped. “Fuck! What was…? What the hell was that?” His eyes were huge as he gulped breaths as he moved against me to feel that amazing sensation again.
“That’s your prostate, baby.” Helping him discover new things about himself was going to be damn fun.
I continued to slide my cockhead over his prostate, sending shivers through both of us and driving him crazy at the new feeling he was experiencing.
He sucked on my chest, probably leaving marks that would remind me of this night while I was in Carson City.
I sure as hell wanted to get back to him in a big fucking hurry.
“Bailey! God, I’m about to come.” His body arched as he closed his eyes for a moment, opening them and locking them with mine. The pupils in his light hazel eyes were blown wide, and I was damn proud of myself.
“Come on, baby. Give it to me. I want to feel your hot cum between us.”
Jagger’s body stiffened as his hole pulsed around my dick, triggering my own release inside him. The aftershocks were spine-tingling.
I brushed my lips over Jagger’s, unable to resist him. “I’m going to miss the hell out of you while I’m gone, baby. Don’t let some young stud tempt you away from me while I’m in Carson City.”
My cock slowly slipped from its cozy place inside him, and I rolled off him so he could breathe. We were both a sticky, sexy mess, but I didn’t care. I rolled onto my back, pulling him to rest his head on my shoulder.
Jagger didn’t say anything, and I started to worry. “Did I hurt you?”
He moved his head closer to my neck and kissed under my jaw.
“Oh, god no. I’ll probably be a little sore in the morning, but I don’t care.
I’ve never felt anything like that before in my life.
I didn’t even touch my dick to make myself shoot, and I thought the top of my head was going to blow off when it happened. Is it that good every time?”
I turned on my side before reaching down to haul his long leg over my hip. I felt his spent dick brush against mine, and my motherfucker stirred as if already interested in another round.
When Jagger’s jaw cracked with a yawn, I knew there was no way he could go again. His ass couldn’t take another pounding like I’d just given him.
“You want a pain reliever and a hot bath? I’ll get it ready for you.”
The smile on Jagger’s face was breathtaking, and when he kissed my cheek, I had an ear-to-ear grin to match. “I can do it myself. Will you join me? It might be a tight fit, but I don’t mind being squeezed in against you.”
“I’ll do anything you want, baby.”
Look at that. He already had me wrapped around his little finger.
“Call me when you land. Please be careful. If you need me to come to Carson City for any reason, just say the word.” He meant it with all his heart, and it touched me inside.
Jagger came across as standoffish to others, but not to me. To me, he was a kind, loving person who wanted to make things work between us as much as I did. That was a relief.
We were sitting in the drop-off lane outside Harry Reid.
I was sure the airport police were going to stroll over to the truck at any moment to demand that Jagger move on, so I was keeping watch.
I wanted to kiss him before I got on a plane, and I was holding out hope that the cop had better things to do.
“I’ll call you. I’m hoping to be back by Sunday or Monday, at the latest. Are you working this weekend?”
“I’ll probably be on call so Sparky and Monty can get away early to go to Florida by Monday. We’ve got four guys in San Diego hunting a skip, so it’s just me and Fitz to handle business.”
I couldn’t hold my tongue. “Please don’t go barging into a situation without your partner. I don’t want to come home and find you beaten up or shot or something. You owe it to me to stay safe.” Nothing like a guilt trip to seal a relationship bond.
Jagger grinned. “Okay, Master Sergeant Gregory—as if you never went into a bad situation without backup. Please be safe too. I don’t like you going off by yourself. If you need me, call. I’ll fly up.”
Two sharp raps on Jagger’s window broke our kiss, which was probably a good thing because I was about to tell him to take us to the closest motel. I gave the cop a thumbs-up and opened the door to get out. “I’ll call you later. I lo— I want you to please be careful.”
I almost said it: I love you.
Two fucking days. I’d spent two fucking days with Jagger Hansen, and I’d been thrown off balance by a man I barely knew. I’d mostly avoided the love bug my whole life, but here I was, already missing him.
An hour later, I was settled in my seat at the back of the plane for the ninety-minute flight to Reno.
I’d arranged a rental car at the airport so I could drive to Carson City.
It was at that moment that I remembered I hadn’t called Thomas’s office to see if he was in town, which I should have done before I got on the damn plane.
The Nevada governor had two offices in the state: one in Carson City, the state capital, and one in Las Vegas. How dumb was I not to have confirmed where he was? My mind was too full of Jagger to allow rational thoughts to seep in.
I went to the rental desk, got the car squared away, and then went to the parking lot. Once I had my bag in the back of a small SUV, I headed toward the governor’s office not far from the airport.
When had Mom sent the money to Thomas? Why did he have such a large amount at the mansion?
Depositing dirty money into a bank would have brought its own share of problems, but keeping the money at the house seemed like an extremely bad idea. I needed to find out more about the money—even if I had to beat it out of my baby brother.