CHAPTER 7

Mateo

T he drive home in Jamie's black Peugeot was a quiet one. Not uncomfortably so but quiet all the same. I was still feeling a little raw after our conversation at Paddy's and Jamie seemed deep in thought too.

We pulled up at my house and I could see Rob had left the porch light on for me, illuminating our pink front door. The little meddler. He'd be getting a piece of my mind when I got my hands on him tomorrow, that was for sure. It wasn't enough that he'd been pestering me on an almost daily basis to call Jamie for the past two weeks. I supposed I shouldn't have been surprised by his antics after all of that.

I knew it came from a good place though. Rob knew me and he knew I was struggling with the whole Nick thing. He thought Jamie would provide the perfection distraction for me. And maybe he was right about that.

I was as surprised as Jamie had clearly been when I had walked into Paddy's earlier tonight and found him sitting there at the front bar, all on his own. I couldn't exactly say it had been an unwelcome surprise either and that reaction of mine was more of the surprise than anything else. The fact that I'd been somehow pleased to see him. I'd forgotten the effect he had on me the last time we were together. How nice he was. How alluring.

Looking at him now as he sat in the front seat beside me I couldn't help but think maybe Rob was on to something.

Jamie really was nice to look at. And he was kind too. I'd literally just told him I was all but in love with my best friend and he'd been so nice about it. Not all judgmental and huffy like I'd half expected. A lot of guys didn't like their egos being bruised when you mentioned you were in love with someone else.

Jamie hesitated for only a second before he opened his door and moved around the car to open mine for me. Just like he'd done the last time we'd been here.

"Oh, I didn't expect …" I started as he waited for me.

"That's just how I was raised, Mateo," he replied with a sweet smile. A sweet smile from those nice lips that I'd had a recent taste of.

If I recalled correctly, this was exactly how our last night together had started with him walking me to my front door like the gentleman he was. Before he had turned a little, shall we say, less gentlemanly.

I turned to face him as we reached the verandah steps and I could see that he meant to leave me here. Which was definitely for the best. I was still a mess in my head over Nick, and Jamie deserved better than somebody who would sleep with him and not call him again even after he'd left his phone number.

"Goodnight, Mateo," Jamie said.

"Yeah. Goodnight," I replied. Jamie didn't move and I found I was having the same trouble, neither of us willing to breaking from our little moment and look away. Like our feet had been glued to the verandah steps. Was he having the same thoughts as me? The ones that were being directed by something other than my brain as I felt my dick start to thicken.

Jamie's eyes dropped to my lips just as mine did to his. I remembered what those lips had tasted like both on my mouth and wrapped around my cock as that appendage firmed even more at the memory.

I broke the impasse, stepping towards him and winding my hand around his nape as I brought those lips down to mine. He didn't hesitate, his mouth crashing against mine as his hands came around my hips.

I moaned into his mouth and he tightened his grip, pulling our hips taut and letting me feel the welcome hardness of him brush against me. He wanted me too.

"What do you do to me, Mateo?" Jamie groaned, mouth skating down my jaw to my neck. "It's like you've cast a spell over me."

"Ditto," I moaned back, head tipped to the side as he kissed that soft part of my neck beside my ear, mouth sucking lightly on my skin. "Careful you don't mark me."

"No?"

"It's in my contract. No marks," I breathed, wondering what nonsense I was spewing and why I had chosen now to recite the legal terms of my Elite agreement.

"Your modelling contract?" he asked, grinning against my skin as he softened his mouth.

"Yeah," I replied. "No bite marks, no hickeys, no scratches, no love marks of a sexual nature."

"That's cruel."

"It can be," I agreed as he found that spot by my ear and I trembled. "Do you, um …"

"Yes. I do want to come inside, Mateo," Jamie replied, tightening our hips together until it was all I could do to grind back for a little relief.

"Come then," I said, having just enough presence of mind to realise I was once again kissing this man out in the open. What was it with me and this paramedic? I hadn't even ever felt the need to kiss Nick in this way but it seemed I couldn't keep my hands to myself whenever Jamie was on my front porch step.

"That's certainly the plan," he replied, nipping my earlobe before I extracted myself from him. I was hard and aching and slightly mindless with lust as I opened our pink front door with shaky hands. I caught Jamie's eye, motioning to follow as we quietly made our way past Rob's door and down the hall to my bedroom.

Jamie had me up against the door the minute it was closed behind us and I relished the feel of his big, firm body pressing my imprint into the doorframe. There was nothing I loved more than being manhandled by a bigger body and Jamie was very good at manhandling.

"Fuck you're hot," he breathed, hand snaking between us to grip onto my cock, straining against my pants. He managed to pop open my button and squeeze his hand into my briefs but that wasn't enough. There wasn't enough room for him to do more than rub and I needed more than that. Much more.

"Hurry up and get me naked," I demanded, watching as his eyes lit up at my command. One that he was more than happy to comply with. He stripped me down until I was standing there before him, hard and leaking and desperate as his eyes roved over my body, appreciation in his gaze.

His hand was back on my dick, pumping me in that rough way I loved as my head knocked back against the door. He dropped to his knees, that warm mouth I had been fantasising about licking my dick from root to tip, savouring my taste with a moan. He swallowed me whole, his hard pulls on my dick savage enough to almost have me coming on the spot but I managed to hold it back, wanting to savour the moment. I wasn't sure how realistic that was given how animalistic I was feeling right then. Jamie seemed to be feeling the same way.

I let him suck me right to the brink, one big, firm hand gripping my hip and the other playing with my balls in a way that had me nearly mindless until I pulled him off.

"I don't want to come until you're inside me," I told him. His gaze darkened at those words and I gathered he liked the sound of that.

"Fine by me," he said. He stood to his full height and I glanced up at him, liking those few inches he had on me, not to mention the several weight classes he held. I liked that a lot. He was also still fully clothed and even though I liked that power imbalance more than was healthy, I also wanted to see him naked too.

He helped me strip his clothes, shoving them roughly to the floor until he was as naked as I was. Then I shoved him onto the bed, climbing on top of him as I straddled his waist. I liked the view of him from up here but I knew I'd like it even more from underneath where he could take control of me.

I let him pull me down for a kiss, this one just as messy as before as our tongues tangled for dominance, his licking into my mouth, the taste of me on his lips. I let him win, let him sink his tongue into my mouth until it was all I could feel.

His cock rubbed against mine, reminding me that I hadn't yet tasted him there. I broke the kiss, kissing my way down his hot body until I was settled between his legs. He looked down at me then, those blues eyes blown to lust. I took hold of his cock and held his gaze while I swallowed that big, thick cock whole.

"Oh hell yes," he moaned, his hand moving into my hair and holding me there, the way I liked best. I couldn't fit him all in my mouth so I used my hand at his base while I took him right to the back of my throat. I brought him right to the brink too, showing him the same lack of mercy he'd shown me until he was just a writhing, moaning mess at my hands and mouth.

"Stop. Stop," he groaned, sounding a little torn at the idea. But I guessed he would rather come inside me as much as I wanted it too so I pulled off, pleased to see the desperate mess I had made of him as he leaned his head against my pillow.

I grinned as I reached for a condom and the lube and then let Jamie take over, pushing me onto my back as he settled between my legs. I spread them for him, relishing the way his gaze heated as he looked down at me, open for him.

"You are exquisite," he groaned just as those thick fingers of his thrust into me. This was what I loved best, being taken apart by a man like Jamie who knew exactly what to do with those skilful fingers of his. The ones that saved lives and also knew exactly how to stroke my prostate until I became mindless, spewing curses and incoherent thoughts from my mouth as he brought me right to the brink again.

And then those lovely fingers were gone, leaving me empty and bereft but I did not have to wait long until they were replaced by something even better, that thick cock forcing its way inside me until we were completely joined.

Jamie paused, looking down at me with the kind of wonder in his eyes I had seen many times from plenty of other guys before but which felt slightly more from him, slightly more genuine or slightly more wanted. And maybe slightly more reciprocated if I was completely honest because I hadn't expected this to happen between us again especially after I'd let it spill about my feelings for Nick.

But I was coming to see that Jamie was something kind of special. A genuine soul inside an equally lovely package.

That moment of wonder passed, replaced with that fog of lust as he started moving in me, so deep and so slowly at first, almost too intimately if I had to describe it. I wasn't used to being taken slowly or lovingly, his blue eyes burning into me from above like he could see me. Not even Nick had the patience for making love like this but I had to admit a part of me liked it whilst also being slightly intimidated by the way he was looking at me.

But it didn't stay slow for long, his movements quickly building until I felt myself being pounded into the mattress by his heavy thrusts, wanting more, more, more.

And Jamie delivered, the frenzy building between us and reminding me how good this had been the first time, that I hadn't built it up in my head to be more than it actually was. He seemed to be in sync with me, knowing exactly when I needed more and knowing exactly when I needed his hand on my cock to get me over the edge.

I arched into his fist, crying out as I came all over us, bringing him with me as he stilled and flooded inside me. There was not enough oxygen in the world to refill my lungs after that, my body so thoroughly used and sated that I wasn't sure how I would ever recover. Jamie had collapsed on top of me, his body a heavy weight but I loved the feel of him there, sticky and sweaty and with his softening dick still inside me.

I kind of liked it a lot more than I really knew what to do with if I was being perfectly honest. Jamie was only the second guy I had ever slept with more than once and it was messing with my brain, the part of me which usually tried to shut itself off from feelings and emotions.

Dio santo .

What kind of mess was I making for myself with this man who was far too nice and far too kind for the likes of me but who I knew I wouldn't ever deny if he did happen to ask again.