Chapter 2

2

SAWYER

W e stumbled into my room, the door falling shut behind us, and Jack took my mouth again. Jesus, the man could kiss. He went all in, not holding back, and to be pinned against the wall by that powerful body was…

My cock had never been this hard. Ever. Not even when I was younger. I didn’t hook up often anymore. Maybe it was my age—though fifty-one wasn’t that old—but it was just. Too. Much. Work. I couldn’t be bothered.

But this? This was as easy as breathing. Though that might be the wrong comparison, because with the way Jack was kissing me, I was quickly running out of air. I slapped a hand against that wall of a chest, and he broke off the kiss and took a step back. Major points for him.

“Too much?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Need to catch my breath. I’m asthmatic, and the smoke here doesn’t help.”

He scrunched his nose. “I hate that smell. It gets in your clothes, your hair, your skin. It’s disgusting.”

“Wanna take a shower? Get rid of the stench?” Shit, my mouth had a mind of its own. Showering was intimate, arguably even more than sex. Would Jack think it was weird? Would he be put off?

But Jack whipped his shirt over his head. “Excellent idea.”

I stared at his broad chest, covered in delectable fur. Holy shit.

This man kept surprising me. As a lawyer, I met all kinds of people from all walks of life, and I’d become good at reading people. But Jack? I couldn’t figure him out.

“Bathroom’s that way.” I pointed at the door.

“You mean it’s in the same spot as in my room, two floors below?”

I laughed sheepishly. “My brain is still recuperating after that kiss.”

Jack looked downright smug. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You should. You’re a great kisser.”

“Thank you. So are you.”

I managed to drag my eyes off his chest to undress and hang my clothes over the reading chair. Jack was doing the same, neatly placing his over the desk chair. “You’re tidy,” I said. “I like that in a man.”

Not that it mattered for a hookup, but making conversation couldn’t hurt.

“Years of running a bar will teach you that. Gotta stick to all the rules for the food inspection.”

Jack turned around.

Holy shit, the man was built like a god. Like freaking Zeus himself, minus the long hair he was usually depicted with. Jack’s hair was buzz-cut short, but it looked good on him, especially with his beard, which had some sexy silver sprinkled between the dark hairs. Other than that drool-worthy chest, he had biceps the size of my calves, thick thighs, and, best of all, a fat cock that stood at attention. His nose hinted at a Slavic heritage, making him even more masculine and sexy. As if he needed it.

“You’re very”—I swallowed—“hot.”

“More your type than Tim?”

Tim? Who the fuck was Tim? Oh, right, the twinky dealer. “Hell yeah. Ten years is about my max age gap. And I fear I’d break him in half with the kind of sex I like.”

“Mmm, you like it rough?”

“Yeah.”

What was this man doing here with me, discussing gay sex as if we were conversing about the weather? Okay, his son might be gay, but how was he so okay with this?

“If you want to shower…” He thumbed at the door. “It’s that-away.”

Right. I forced myself to walk into the bathroom, where I turned on the shower. This hotel had opted for spacious, luxurious stalls over bathtubs no one used, so we had a space big enough for two men. Even when one of them was Jack’s size.

“Water’s warm.” I stepped under the spray. I needed a moment to collect myself, to get in the right headspace.

“Do you want me to go?”

Jack stood in the middle of the bathroom, watching me with assessing eyes. He was good at reading people—not surprising for a bar owner. “No. Please stay.”

“You seem like you’re having second thoughts.”

“You make me nervous. For some reason, you make me so nervous that my brain doesn’t function. Ignore it. I’m certain it’ll pass.”

“Yeah? You sure?”

“Very sure.” I held out my hand and, when he took it, pulled him close. “Very, very sure.”

To end all discussion, I kissed him again. Within seconds, he pushed my back against the tiled wall. He was roughly three inches taller than me, which got a little taxing on my straining neck. Just as I was about to ask for a respite, he put his hands on my hips and deadlifted me as if I weighed nothing.

So. Fucking. Hot.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and kept kissing him, not minding at all that his cock—his fully erect cock—was poking me between my butt cheeks. If he wasn’t so well-endowed, I wouldn’t have minded if it slipped in a little, but I wasn’t about to take that size without lube.

He confidently squeezed my ass with both hands. “I could kiss you for hours,” he murmured against my lips.

“We’d run out of hot water.”

“Who cares? I bet I could keep you warm.”

“I’d be all down for more kissing, though I’d love for you to fuck me.”

He leaned back a little. “We don’t need to do that. We could do…other stuff.”

For the first time, he showed insecurity, and I loved him for it. “Like what? You gonna give me a blowjob?”

He carefully set me down, then scratched his wet beard. “Sure. Can’t guarantee I’m any good at it, but I’m willing to try.”

How did he keep surprising me? “I appreciate that, but honestly, unless you’re not interested, I’d love a good, hard fuck. It’s been a while.”

“I’m very interested, but I didn’t want you to feel pressured.”

Was he determined to check all my boxes? Because he was well on his way. “I don’t, I promise.”

“In that case, I’m in.”

“Not yet, but I hope that’ll change soon.” Super cheesy and slightly corny? Damn right, but our laughter released some of the tension.

“Wow, that was bad,” Jack said.

“Making banal jokes is my superpower.”

“Banal? That’s an understatement. Even my dad jokes aren’t that bad.”

“I love dad jokes. My son, however, doesn’t seem to appreciate them.”

“My kid says he hates them too, but when I make them, he’s the first to laugh, so I think he secretly likes them. He just doesn’t want to admit it.”

While chatting, we soaped ourselves with my body wash, and I liked the idea of Jack smelling like me.

We rinsed and turned off the water. As we toweled off, we stole glances at each other. Jack was honest about his attraction to me. That much I was convinced of. Unless he was an Oscar-level actor, he couldn’t fake his interest. But why would he? Why lie about it? What motivation could he possibly have?

As an attorney, I was trained to look for action and reaction, for cause and effect, for motives and explanations, but with Jack, I came up blank. I couldn’t think of any reason for him to lie. He was real…and he wanted me.

Jack cleared his throat. “Do we need supplies? ‘Cause I don’t have any on me.”

So he hadn’t planned on scoring. I’d rather not spend too much time dwelling on why that made me happy. “I have condoms and lube.”

Many of my younger gay friends were on PrEP so they could go bare, but I couldn’t do it. I’d been a gay teenager and, later, a young man at the height of the AIDS crisis, and I remembered the horrifying images of men reduced to skeletons, dying alone because no one dared to come close. It had scarred me, and I never went without condoms. Ever. The one exception had been Justin—and fuck, that had been a huge mistake. The only STD I’d ever had was because of his infidelity, something I’d never forgive him for.

“Everything okay?” Jack asked.

Damn, he really was paying close attention. I’d have to keep that in mind. “Yes, yeah. I’m fine. Everything is fine. I’m excited.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “That sounded like you were trying to convince yourself.”

I laughed. “Jesus, Jack, I hardly recognize myself. You make me forget all my words. Usually, I’m a smooth talker, but not with you.”

“I make you nervous, huh?” His mouth pulled up in a cheeky grin.

“You do.”

“Is it weird that I like that I make you nervous?”

“I can see why. It tells you you’re different, special. Not many men would object to that.”

“True.”

I dabbed the last droplets of water off my chest. “Aren’t you nervous? I mean, this is your first time with a man.”

Jack hung his towel over the rack. “A little tense, I guess, because I want to do it right. Bring you pleasure.”

“I doubt you’ll have to worry about that, but just so you know, I’m perfectly capable of telling you what I want.”

Jack chuckled. “Isn’t that what they call a power bottom?”

“Call it whatever you want, but good communication is the key to great sex.”

And now I was lecturing instead of kissing him senselessly. What the hell was wrong with me? I needed to get my priorities straight. Why Jack made me so goddamn nervous, I wasn’t sure, but I’d have to find a way to push through it.

I held out my hands, and he took them, returning my smile. “Let’s get into bed.”

“Sounds like a great plan.”

But I wanted to have more than his hands in mine. I wanted to explore that fabulous body of his, so as soon as he stretched out on the bed next to me, that was exactly what I did. Every time he moved his arms, his biceps rippled, which was incredibly sexy. So was the fur on his chest, and I ran my fingers through it. Manscaping wasn’t his thing, but I loved his natural look. His nipples hid between the dark hairs, but I found them anyway.

A gentle pinch and Jack let out a surprised moan, so I repeated the action with a little more force. He liked that. I rolled the little buds between my thumb and index finger, and he squirmed on the bed.

He didn’t have a six-pack, not even close, but that little bit of roundness on his belly only made him look stronger. I ran my hands all over it, all over him, loving his reactions. He wasn’t holding back, something I appreciated from my lovers.

His pubes weren’t trimmed either. I usually preferred guys who kept it short and tidy, but it fit Jack. In truth, it made his fat cock stand out perfectly. He wasn’t that long, but he had spectacular girth. God, that would feel amazing.

I ran my finger down his length, swiping off the pearl of precum at the tip. Of course I licked it off my finger. He swallowed, his brown eyes dark. “Taste good?”

“Amazing.”

His balls were full and heavy in my hands, and when I rolled them, he hissed. “They’re sensitive.”

“Good to know.”

His thighs were tree trunks, thick and powerful, and the mental image of those wrapped around me made my mouth run dry. I ran my fingers over the scars on his right knee.

“Tore my ACL four years ago,” he said. “Slipped on a spilled drink in my bar. Hurt like a mother.”

“I bet.” I pointed at my left shoulder. “Eight years ago, I tore my rotator cuff while playing in a charity baseball game. Never knew how painful that was.” I winced. “Almost got me hooked on opioids.”

“Those things are the devil. After a week, I told my surgeon I’d tough it out on regular painkillers. That shit was too dangerous.”

I crawled back up and kissed him softly. “You’re extraordinarily sexy, you know that? Your body is…” I kissed my fingers. “Chef’s kiss.”

“Thank you. Does that mean it’s now my turn to explore?”