5. Hayden
5
HAYDEN
T he heat of his gaze drove me wild. He drove me wild. He made me feel vulnerable and invincible all at once.
“Hey! Hayden!”
I turned toward the voice, and a sweaty, shirtless Scott stood between me and the tops who’d scooped him up for the night. I dipped my chin at the guys behind him and then studied Scott.
He’d been so shy when we first got here, but now he was smiling like a fucking Cheshire cat and naked from the waist up. When we first arrived, I would’ve sworn he was a wallflower and wouldn’t have moved off the wall for love or money.
Given the Freaky Friday switcheroo his personality had done, I was more than a little worried he’d taken something. That was all I needed. Lucia was already unhappy with me because I broke things off. If I let Scott get strung out, she’d geld me and use my nuts as target practice, but the kid seemed okay. He wasn’t slurring or struggling to stand up. Hee stared back at me. His eyes didn’t match his hair, skin tone, or ethnicity at all, but the gorgeous blue orbs were as clear as a summer day in the middle of the Pacific.
Declan greeted Scott before I could say anything.
“Hey, I’m Declan.”
“Scott Blackstone.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“You, too.”
Scott looked up at me. “I’m headed out but didn’t want to ditch you without letting you know.”
Not wanting to embarrass the kid, I pulled him to me and whispered, “They’re decent guys, but send me your location just to be safe. I like my nuts where they are, and you know Lucia.”
Scott pulled away, laughing like a hyena. “Oh, I know exactly how my sister is. I’ll message her so she knows you didn’t ditch me. You guys have a great night.”
Declan laughed and said, “You too, but it looks like you’re in for double the fun.”
Scott looked over his shoulder with the widest grin, and one twin said, “Double the pleasure.”
I groaned at their cheesy asses, but I could disagree. I’d fucked them both separately and together, and they were a fun ride. Without question.
The quieter twin, I couldn’t remember either of their names, grabbed Scott and hoisted him over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes, smacking his ass as he said, “Time to fuck!”
Scott arched his back and tossed his arms in the air like a prizefighter who’d just won a title match.
“Well, you didn’t have to shove him into a rideshare after all.”
“No, but how about you and I…”
“Say no more.”
When he motioned for the bartender to close out his tab, I pulled up the number for the car service that was allowed on base. He signed the receipt with a flourish before handing it back to the guy and spinning around. I wiggled my phone at him, and he smiled.
“Your place or mine?” I asked.
“Yours.”
My thumb hovered over the call button as I asked, “You have your ID, right? I’m on base.”
He nodded, and I placed the call. The dispatcher told me there was a car nearby, so I ushered him outside. The car pulled up almost immediately.
We slid inside, and as usual, the backseat was nowhere large enough for my big ass. It would’ve been a tight fit if someone had chopped me off at the knees. And the headroom would’ve been uncomfortable if I was headless.
I turned, putting my back to the door behind the driver, and pulled Declan into the vee of my splayed thighs. He was a big man by anyone’s standards, yet he fit in my arms perfectly. I had a feeling he wasn’t all that comfortable handing over control.
I had a sneaking suspicion he was used to being the one in charge sexually, but something told me it was a role his size forced him into. I also suspected there was a subbie switch in him. Buried deep, maybe, but it was there.
Leaning down, I nibbled my way up to his ear.
“I can’t wait to get you in my bed, vato. I want to eat your ass before you stuff me full.”
A whimper… a fucking whimper escaped him, and he ground his ass back against my cock. Sliding one hand between his thighs, I cupped his dick, then traced a finger over the ridge in his pants.
Another whimper and the aggressive, prideful fucker in me preened like a peacock.
“Guys, as much as I’d like the show, don’t get cum in my car.”
“He wouldn’t dare. Would you, vato?”
Declan grumbled under his breath and sat forward. I wanted to throttle the damn driver, but it was fine. I didn’t want him getting off in the car, anyway. Weirdly enough, I felt possessive of Declan and his orgasms. So, I stayed put, leaning against the door. Mainly because I had no desire to wedge myself between the seat back and the driver, but also so I could watch Declan.
His lips, already full and pink, glistened in the passing lights from other drivers. The way he wiggled as he chewed them was so arousing and also concerning when combined with the furrowed brow and quiet yet spring-loaded demeanor.
Watching him, I felt like the likelihood of me getting dicked down was plummeting with each passing second.
“Hey,” I said, trying to draw his attention.
He jumped, so startled his whole body went stiff as a board before he sighed and turned to look at me.
“You okay?”
“What? No… yeah, I’m fine.”
Laughter escaped, even though I didn’t want it to. “So, which is it? No, or yes, you’re fine?”
He shook his head, laughed, then ran his hands through his hair, pulling at it as he did.
“Sorry…”
“No worries, as long as you’re okay.”
The deep huff he let out told me so much about him and his control issues. Frustration and a hint of longing were apparent in his huff. Or so I believed. I didn’t know him well enough to be sure, but my gut, which I never questioned, told me all I needed to know.
“If you’re not down…”
“Dude, I’m down. No worries.”
“Good,” I leaned forward, so I could whisper in his ear, “because I really wanna eat your ass.”
His hand shot up out of nowhere, grabbing my throat and pulling my lips to his. The dominant side came out of nowhere despite knowing what he’d said earlier.
“I’m going to throw you down on the bed and ride your fucking face, then just before I come, I’m going to fuck you so hard and fast you’ll be begging for mercy.”
“Okay, guys, we’re at the gate, so corral the angry rape-fuck energy that has me on the verge of shooting a load in my shorts.”
Wrenching away from the piercing, hot gaze I’d fallen into without my knowledge or consent, I looked around, and sure enough, we were in line at the base gate. I grabbed my wallet, pulled out my military ID, and then did a double-take when Declan handed over his ID. I’d been expecting a state-issued driver’s license. Instead, he handed me a CAC ID. My eyes read it again before handing it out the window to the guard.
He carried a government-issued badge showing he was a DOD contractor.
“What is it you do?”
“Not here.”
I nodded, but my head spun. What the fuck did he do for the DOD?
A few minutes later, the driver pulled away from the curb after dropping us off, and I unlocked the door to my apartment. I tossed the keys in the bowl on the entertainment center and headed for the kitchen. Grabbing a couple of waters from the fridge, I held one out to him and waited.
“So… what is it you do?” I asked, not letting go of the bottle as he took hold of it.
“Personal protection.”
“You’re a bodyguard.”
He nodded.
“Why’s a bodyguard got a DOD access pass?”
“The agency I work for has several divisions. I work mainly for the security division, but there’s also a private military contractor division that I sometimes get tapped for.”
I stared at him, and he sighed. “I’m not CIA or anything like that.”
“As if you’d tell me if you were.”
He laughed as he drank the water I’d given him. His throat muscles clenched and bobbed, and I couldn’t take my eyes away from it.
“So, we doing this or not, because I gotta tell you, the pampered princess I’m detailed to has made life hell lately, and I really need to blow off some steam. If you’re not up for it anymore… for whatever reason… then I’ll hoof it back to the gate and find a hookup elsewhere.”