Chapter 5

5

JACK

A fter an elaborate but delicious lunch, we went to Romero and Lucas’s hotel room. Well, a suite, really. Good on them for splurging on that. It offered a grand view over the Strip—probably even more spectacular after nightfall—and had a full-sized living room attached to a luxurious bedroom. I couldn’t imagine having enough money to afford that on a regular basis.

We chatted easily. I’d feared awkward silences, but the conversation flowed naturally. Sawyer entertained us with stories about his more colorful clients, and Lucas shared some of his experiences as an RN. I hadn’t asked, but Lucas had to be Sawyer’s biological son. Not only because of the similarities in their features, but they also had the same storytelling style, gesturing with their hands as if acting out each sentence. I loved it.

Romero and I mostly listened. We’d always been introverts, though if you asked my son the right questions, he’d talk your ear off. Anything having to do with wildlife, forests, or the outdoors, and it was like throwing a quarter into a jukebox and getting at least fifteen minutes of music.

“What’s the plan for the rest of the day?” I asked when there was a lull in the conversation. “Are we doing anything for dinner or afterward?”

Lucas and Romero exchanged a look. “We have tickets to see Cirque du Soleil at eight-thirty tonight,” Lucas said. “For all four of us.”

I understood what he implied. They’d sprung for lunch and those tickets but offering dinner as well would strain their budget.

“If you haven’t made plans yet, I’d love to treat you to dinner,” Sawyer said before I could speak up.

“Are you sure, Dad?” Lucas asked. “I don’t want you to feel?—”

“Of course, kiddo. It would be my pleasure. And I’m looking forward to the show tonight.”

I checked my watch. It was three o’clock. Dinner would be at, what, six? What if we parted ways for those hours in between? That would give Sawyer and me a chance to…connect again.

“How about we take some time to nap?” Sawyer suggested, once again a step ahead of me. “Or”—he winked at his son—“do other things.”

“Dad!” Lucas groaned, rolling his eyes, but Romero laughed.

“Sounds good to me,” he said.

“Et tu, Brute?” Lucas asked his new husband, but their eyes softened, and they leaned in for a soft kiss. Oh yeah, those two would use the time for “other things.” No doubt about it.

“I’ll make reservations and text you the details.” Sawyer rose. “Come on, Jack, let’s leave these two lovebirds alone.”

He was so smart. By focusing on Lucas and Romero, we had the perfect excuse to leave…and we knew they’d be otherwise occupied for a while.

I got up too and, with a wave at the two boys, followed Sawyer out of the room. As soon as we stood in the hallway, we turned to each other, electricity zinging between us.

“Not here,” Sawyer said hoarsely. “Not where anyone can see.”

We didn’t speak as we took the elevator down to his floor and walked through the hallway to his room. His hand shook a little as he held his keycard in front of the reader and pushed open the door. I followed close on his heels, and the second the door was shut behind me, I reached for him.

Our lips met, crashing into each other, and I kissed him frantically. Jesus, how was it possible I had missed this man in the few hours we hadn’t been able to touch? I needed to taste him again, feel him again, press my body against his. I wanted to drink him in, eat him, fucking feast on him.

Sawyer tasted like the wine we’d had with our lunch, like the espresso we’d had afterward. I inhaled the heady mix of his cologne with this musky scent that was uniquely him. I was so fucking addicted to it. To him.

I loosened my tie and kept kissing him, only taking my lips off his for a moment to pull it over my head. He dragged my jacket from my shoulders, and I eagerly helped him. My clumsy fingers struggled with the tiny buttons on his dress shirt. Impatient, I gave it a good yank. Fabric ripped and buttons flew, but I didn’t care. Neither did Sawyer.

Finally, I had my hands on his bare skin. I ran them along his chest, his belly, slipped to his back, and squeezed his ass.

“Jack,” Sawyer moaned. “Need you inside me.”

I unbuckled his belt, then fumbled with the button of his dress pants until it popped through the hole. I’d only unzipped it halfway when I dragged the pants down, taking his underwear with them. “Bed,” I all but growled.

I felt like a fucking caveman, only capable of grunting instead of using words, but fuck, I needed him. And he seemed to share that same urge. He obeyed without hesitation and crawled onto the bed. I quickly took care of my clothes, sending them flying to the floor. He still wore his shirt, though unbuttoned, and hell, did it make him look sexy, the way he lay on his back, his legs pulled up, watching me with heavy-lidded eyes.

Condoms and lube were on the nightstand, and I suited up in no time.

“Don’t need much prep,” Sawyer said. “I’m still open from this morning.”

So. Fucking. Hot.

“You’re not too sore?”

He waved his hand. “I’ll take a damn Advil.”

“I’ll go a little easier on you.”

“Don’t you fucking dare. I can take it, Jack. I need you.”

I need you. I’d never known how powerful those words could be, what a rush they could bring, how they could light something up deep inside me. “I got you, baby.”

We both froze. Baby? Where the hell had that come from?

I cleared my throat. “That okay? Me calling you that? It kinda flew out.”

“Yeah.” He swallowed. “I like it.”

He did? The warmth inside me grew. “Good.”

I coated the index and middle finger of my right hand with lube. Funny how much more confident I felt about this, even though I still had limited experience. But I knew Sawyer, knew what he liked, knew how he wanted it. I could read him like a book, and right now, he was aching for my cock. What a feeling to be desired like that.

I pressed two fingers against his hole and pushed. They slipped in easily, so I didn’t stop but slid them in up to my knuckles. He’d been right. He was much looser than when I’d prepped him the first time. I pumped my fingers a few times, added the third, and loosened up that last bit. We were good to go.

I positioned myself and surged inside him. I didn’t have to go as slow this time, though I was closely watching Sawyer. Despite what he’d said, he had to be sore. No way was I hurting him beyond what was pleasurable. I fucked my way inside him while I kissed him again, our tongues tangling and dancing as our bodies became one.

He sucked on my tongue and lazily chased mine as we kissed and kissed and kissed. And when I was buried as deep inside him as possible, I latched my mouth to the side of his throat and sucked, rolling my hips. I didn’t retreat far, just made shallow thrusts, but bent over him, his legs wrapped around me, my cock deep inside him, and my mouth on his sweaty skin, I’d never felt closer to another human being.

I rocked gently back and forth, my forehead pressed against his, our bodies plastered together everywhere. As if we wanted to merge, become one person. Our panting breaths met, our lips hovered, and the world disappeared. Nothing else existed but him and me.

Time lost all meaning as we moved together in effortless synchronization. The only sounds were our breathless moans and Sawyer’s needy little whimpers whenever I hit him at the right angle.

My release was gentle, not the rough, raging storm from the day before but a soft, sweet ripple. My balls had little left to give.

Sawyer had come, too, a few drops of almost translucent cum on his hand. “Can we cuddle for a little?” he asked almost shyly.

“I’d love that,” I said. “Let me clean us up.”

I hated pulling out, hating to leave him on the bed, but I walked to the bathroom and disposed of the condom. I returned and cleaned his ass and hand with a warm washcloth. One good throw deposited the cloth on the bathroom floor, and I crawled back into bed.

“Jack…” Sawyer whispered.

“I know.”

This was so much more than a hookup. Sawyer had gotten under my skin, and if I interpreted his signals correctly, he felt the same. Was I really going to say goodbye to him after today and never see him again?