4. Chapter 4

Chapter 4

JAMESON

I wake up with my face smashed into a muscular chest, the thick scent of pine and musk suffocating my nose. It’s the best fucking thing to wake up to, especially with his arm banded around my back like I’m going to disappear in the middle of the night. He’s told me too many times that I keep the nightmares at bay so if he thinks I’m ever leaving him, he has another thing coming.

I press a kiss to Wyatt’s chest, watching him shuffle against me before relaxing again. “Morning, handsome,” I purr as I pull away just enough to catch the sleepy look on his rugged face. “How did you sleep?” Reaching up, I run my fingers along his scruff, loving how soft it feels beneath my touch.

A rumble runs through his chest as he twists his head to kiss my palm. “I always sleep well when you’re next to me.” The deep honey tone of his voice warms me from the inside as he continues to kiss my palm. Needing more, I use my free hand to reach between us and give him a few experimental strokes. We probably shouldn’t be doing this in Reggie’s house but it’s been a little while since I’ve had my man in my bed.

I also did promise Wyatt I’d fuck him in the morning.

His face scrunches up as his hips rock into my hand. “We shouldn’t.” His words contradict his movements as he buries his head in my shoulder, grunting every time I give him another stroke through his boxers. “Fuck, Reggie is across the hall.”

“Probably drunk off his ass and won’t wake up for another hour.” I crack a smile, letting Wyatt know that if he wants to stop, I absolutely will. His comfort is more important than my need to be inside him. His comfort will always be more important.

“Fuck it. If he figures it out, I don’t care anymore. God, I need you more than whatever hang-ups he has.” He rolls onto his back, pulling me with him. There aren’t many times when Wyatt is dominant when we’re alone but the way his fingers dig into my hips as he grinds me down against him is everything.

He leans up to kiss me, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as we tangle together in a combination of passion and craving for each other. “Does this mean I get to show you off, babe?”

“Right after you fuck me.”

I chuckle. “You say such sweet words.” Not quickly enough, I shed our boxers and reach into the bedside table for lube. Thank fuck I remembered some last night. Even if Wyatt hadn’t stayed over, I would have used his bedroom rather than flopping onto the couch downstairs with the rest of them. I love them like brothers but they need to understand we aren’t in college anymore.

Wyatt grunts as I wrap my hand around his cock again, watching as I catalog every last ridge to his length. It curves slightly to the left, the girth filling my palm as he rocks his hips forward. His fingers sift into my hair as I start stroking him again before moving farther south to his puckered hole. He sucks in a deep breath and then relaxes.

I split the packet of lube open with my teeth and liberally coat my fingers before dipping back down to open him up. Wyatt bucks against the intrusion and I watch, entranced as he slowly falls apart. To everyone else, he’s a soldier, or a monster, someone unapproachable. To me? He’s my lover, my heart, my soul, and the man that gives me all of him.

Unable to help myself, I dip my lips to his tip, sucking at his slit until a bead of precum lands on my tongue. The salty taste of my man fills my mouth as I continue to take what is mine until Wyatt’s fingers tighten in my hair and he yanks me up for a kiss.

“As much as I want to spill down your throat, I want you inside me, James.”

“Roger that, Lieutenant.”

Wyatt chuckles at my stupidity but the sound is quickly switched out for a guttural moan, his hands moving to my ass as I thrust into him. His head falls back against the pillow, his lips parted as his body melts into the mattress. These are the moments I live for as I slowly pump into his thick ass, drinking in every grunt and moan that falls from his lips.

I lean forward to press a kiss to his chest, focusing on the way his cock drags against my torso, giving him the friction he needs. I brace myself on the mattress as I pick up my pace, loving the way he’s basically fucking me from beneath, taking his pleasure.

“Come for me, babe. Give it to me.”

His fingers dig harder into my ass as he thrusts up, exploding all over my chest and stomach. I let myself go, pumping into him as his hole squeezes my cock until I can’t help but unload in his ass. My hips are still snapping forward as he milks me of my release, his cum slathered between us.

“Fuck, no more, James.”

I laugh as I pull out and roll over onto my side, covered in his release. That wasn’t exactly how I imagined it but I’m not complaining. “As much as I’d like another round, both of us have places to be.” Wyatt sighs as he pulls me closer and angles my head up to kiss me. Fuck it, I don't want to leave the bed just yet. “I don’t think five more minutes would hurt, would it?”

He shakes his head as I throw an arm over his stomach, ignoring our mess for just a little bit longer with Wyatt at my side. I’ll worry about starting my day after a few more kisses.