44. Orion
Orion
J acob and I came home to the sound of Caspian coming his brains out, which wasn’t unexpected, but was also not entirely welcome.
My earlier conversation with Vince was still too fresh in my mind, and feelings I’d long held but rarely gave space to began to push their way to the surface of my thoughts.
“I guess dinner will wait,” Jacob grumbled, hefting a bag onto the kitchen island and wiping his hands off on his thighs.
“It will get cold.” I dug into one of the bags and pulled out the linguini I’d ordered for myself. I’d gotten Vince manicotti, his favorite. Jacob chose chicken parm, but we had no idea what to get Caspian. Jacob had suggested getting him the same as Vince, so…
Jacob took both leftover foil containers and put them in the oven. I got us silverware and Jacob followed me upstairs to my bedroom without another word .
“I thought you slept with Vince,” he said, closing the door behind him.
Caspian cried out from somewhere downstairs. Vince’s office, I assumed.
“I do, but…”
“I get it.”
I sat down on the floor and stretched my legs out in front of me, picking at the pasta until enough time had passed that I could suitably say I’d lost my appetite. I managed two bites before shoving the container to the side. It was one more bite than Jacob, who looked just as despondent as I felt.
“You hate him, don’t you?” he asked, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye.
“I don’t hate him,” I repeated the same line I’d given Vince.
“Do you hate me?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
I stared down at my lap, studying the shape of my palms and the length of my fingers. I’d killed so many people with these hands, pulled so many triggers. The bandage Jacob had wrapped around my hand was clean and tight, no signs of fraying or bleeding through, which was a relief.
“I see myself in you,” I admitted.
He snorted in derision. “A masochistic bottom with no sense of self-preservation? ”
“Masochistic submissive,” I corrected, worrying the corner of my lip with my tongue.
The unspoken implication hung in the air between us until my heart beat loud enough to drown out Caspian’s wails from the floor beneath us.
Jacob angled himself toward me, and I shifted toward him and then we were so close I could smell the red sauce on his breath.
His chest heaved, and I let my hand move for the hem of his shirt, rucking it up an inch before letting it fall.
“It’s not that I’ve never—” he started, but I cut him off. He didn’t need to explain that just because he could, didn’t mean he wanted to.
“Did I leave you new scars?” I asked him softly, changing the subject.
He tugged his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor, then he took my hand and pulled it around his back.
It brought us chest to chest, my chin hovering over his shoulder as he pressed my hand against an elevated bundle of scar tissue against his right shoulder.
I traced the outline of the mark I’d given him—on Vince’s order—breath catching in my throat as he guided our hands to another spot, nearer his spine.
“Just two?” I murmured.
He chuckled, bumping his cheek against mine. “Can you do more?”
“If it’s what Vince wants,” I answered.
“Is that the only thing that matters?”
“Yes. ”
Jacob pressed his mouth against mine, curling his hand around the back of my neck to stop me from pulling away.
Not that I would have. The heat of his lips and the sure strokes of his tongue were welcome visitors, and I stifled a moan as I opened for him.
As soon as I reciprocated the kiss, Jacob was on my lap, my face in his palms. He didn’t even come up for air, deepening a kiss that already threatened to drown me.
My cock responded quickly, thickening between my legs and pushing up against the weight of him. Instead of making room, he ground down hard on my lap, the motion of his hips recognizable to any man.
“Would you fuck me, Orion?” he whispered against my kiss-swollen lips, his fingers already scrambling to get the both of us out of our pants.
It had been so long since anyone had asked.
I opened my mouth to answer, even though no sound came out.
Jacob seemed to understand, helping me to my feet and laying me down onto my bed.
I shimmied out of my pants and my shirt, leaving my holster on the nightstand, never taking my eyes off of him.
He stood at the foot of my bed and stripped out of the rest of his clothes, then he climbed up between my legs and lowered himself down to kiss me again.
Every inch of him burned against me, hot as his mouth.
His precum was even warm, sticky and slick against my hip as he chased after a forbidden kind of pleasure for himself.
I had a fleeting thought I should stop him.
That my pleasure belonged to Vince alone, and that shoving my dick into Jacob’s ass would be explicitly for me .
But before I could dwell on the complications of the kind of relationship Vince had brought around us, Jacob’s hand was slick with lube and wedged firmly between his legs.
He rocked back so I had a front row view of him thrusting two fingers up into his body, over and over and over again.
“Would you?” he asked again.
Words were a thing I worried I’d never find again. In answer, I took the lube he’d found and I poured some down the length of my shaft. I stroked myself, shivering beneath his weight for how good the grip of my hand felt, knowing the tightness of his body would be better.
“He’d want it, wouldn’t he?” Jacob asked, leaning down to drag his lips against mine. He arranged himself on top of my cock, the tip pressing urgently at his hole. “He’d want his toys to play together, right?”
It was rhetorical because Jacob seated himself fully onto me with one quick drop of his weight that had us both gasping for air.
Slowly, I settled my hands on the tops of his thighs, just above the knee.
His skin was so smooth, hair coarse, and I slid my palms up to the fold where his thighs turned into his hips.
Grasping him tentatively there, I spread my fingers up toward the narrow dip of his waist.
“You could make me come like this,” I whispered, closing my eyes and focusing on all the ways he was different from Vince, and knowing different didn’t necessarily mean bad.
Not anymore, at least.
“Good,” Jacob said, bearing down and taking even more of my shaft into his body. He groaned, and I opened my eyes in time to see him throw his head back and take his nipples between his fingers. He pinched and twisted, body shuddering from the pleasure of it.
I missed Vince’s hand around my throat, but Jacob’s channel around my erection was a very close second. My vision tunneled and sparked, narrowing down to the only thing that mattered in that moment.
“Move, Priest,” I grunted, digging my fingers into his waist and arching my back off the bed to get deeper. “Or I’ll do it for you.”