Chapter 6

6

SAWYER

“ W hat an amazing show,” I said as we vacated our seats after watching the extremely talented acrobats do stunts that defied all human logic.

“I didn’t even know bodies could bend like that, as if they had no bones at all,” Romero said.

“It was mesmerizing,” Jack said.

We walked to the exit, along with the hundreds of people who’d attended the show. I checked my watch. Eleven. “What’s the plan now?” I asked Lucas. “When are you guys leaving for Zion?”

“Tomorrow morning early.”

Hopefully, my face didn’t show the flash of joy that announcement gave me. As horrible as it made me feel as a father, I wanted more time alone with Jack. I needed it. “So I assume you’re done for tonight, then?”

“Yeah, and we’re picking up a rental around seven tomorrow morning so we can get an early start on our first hike.”

“So, no breakfast together? It’s okay, but I wanted to check.”

Lucas met my eyes. “Are you sure it’s okay? Did we spend enough time with you? I don’t want you to feel like?—”

“This was perfect, kiddo. Your wedding, your rules, and I loved hanging out with you. The ceremony was beautiful, the lunch delicious, and the show jaw-dropping. And we had a great time at dinner.”

Throughout dinner, Jack and I had tried not to look at each other, which had been surprisingly hard. My eyes had kept wandering to him. The way he smiled, how his eyes lit up whenever he talked to Romero, his cheesy dad jokes that had all of us groaning… I liked him. I really, really liked him. Jesus, I was in so much trouble with this man. How had that happened so quickly?

“I agree with Sawyer,” Jack said. “It’s time for you two to start your honeymoon. We’ll be fine, I promise.”

“When are you going back home, Dad?” Romero asked.

“Not until Monday. I figured I might as well make it into a whole weekend and have some fun.”

“And you, Dad?” Lucas checked.

“Same. My next trial doesn’t start until Wednesday, so I took a long weekend off as well.”

Great. Jack and I would have a whole day extra together…and two nights. I had to fight to keep a massive grin off my face.

We took an Uber XL back to our hotel and walked to the elevators together. The boys were on the top floor, so Jack had to get off on his floor. He hugged his son tightly. “Have an amazing time, buddy. Love you.”

“You too, Dad. Thank you so much for coming.”

Then he hugged Lucas. “Thank you for everything.”

He extended his hand to me. “It was a pleasure hanging out with you, Sawyer.”

I shook his hand. “Likewise.”

“If you’re both staying here an extra day, you could hang out together tomorrow,” Lucas suggested.

I froze and forced myself to act normal. Why would he suggest that? Did he suspect anything?

“We could definitely play blackjack again,” Jack said. “We had fun with that last night.”

Thank god his brain was functioning because mine wasn’t. “I’d like that,” I said weakly.

“Maybe you should exchange numbers.” Lucas stared at me as if he wanted to say more. He knew something was up, but what was he thinking? I wasn’t about to ask.

“We already did before the ceremony.” Jack once again saved the day. “We figured it would come in handy to coordinate things this weekend.”

Wow, look at him being all cool and easy. “Problem solved,” I said to Lucas. “Now, let the man go to his room.”

After a last wave at Jack, Lucas stepped back so the elevator doors could close. I mentally braced myself, but Lucas didn’t say anything. On my floor, we hugged goodbye, and that was that.

I had barely closed the door behind me when a knock came, so I yanked it open again. “Is it okay I’m here?”

Laughing, I pulled Jack inside. “Can’t believe you would even ask.”

He kissed me, but softly, almost tenderly. As if that fire that had burned so brightly between us had simmered down, still with the potential to roar back into flames but now content to smolder.

“If I’m gonna spend another night here, I want to grab my stuff,” Jack said after a few minutes.

“You might as well cancel your room for that last night. If your reservation was refundable, that may save you one night’s fee.”

“You’d be okay with that?”

“Of course.”

“You don’t think you’ll tire of me before then? Because if you do, I won’t have anywhere to go.”

I had to force myself not to say too much, to blurt out what was in my heart. That I never wanted him to leave and that if he did, I wanted to come with him. “I’m certain, Jack.”

His expression softened. “It won’t be easy to say goodbye on Monday.”

My throat tightened. “So let’s focus on the time we have together.”

“Yeah.” He leaned in for a quick kiss. “I’ll be right back.”

It hurt to see him go, even for a few minutes. Which made no sense at all. Why was I getting so attached to this man? Sure, any illusion he was nothing more than a hookup had long since vanished, but still. I shouldn’t want him this much. Need him this much. Hell, I shouldn’t feel this much.

But I did. And if I couldn’t make myself un-feel it, I needed to take care that Jack wouldn’t pick up on it. He sensed the sparks between us, that much I was certain of, but he couldn’t be interested in more. I was his first experience with a man, and having sex is one thing, but a relationship? That was a few levels up, and he might not be ready.

And that was aside from the not-insignificant complication that our sons were married. I couldn’t imagine telling Lucas I had fallen for his father-in-law. What if he got upset with me? What if he never wanted to speak to me again? I wasn’t willing to pay that price.

While I waited for Jack to return, I changed into a comfortable pair of jeans and a polo shirt. And then I paced, not knowing what to do with myself and all these big emotions inside me. Maybe I should try to work out in the hotel gym, blow off some steam, get rid of this strange tension.

As soon as Jack knocked, I yanked open the door. He stood in the hallway with his suitcase, his jacket over his arm, and a small backpack on his back. How could this wall of a man look adorable? I had no clue, but he did. I stepped aside and let him in.

He unpacked his suitcase and hung his clothes next to mine. Our underwear in the same drawer and our toothbrushes next to each other on the bathroom sink stirred a longing I hadn’t felt since Justin had left.

When he’d finished, he put his empty suitcase in the closet, closed the door, and walked up to me. “Done,” he said softly.

“It looks good. Your things next to mine.” I shouldn’t have said it, but I couldn’t hold back the words.

“Sawyer…”

I held up my hands. “Focus on the now. I know.” I had to follow my own advice. If I allowed myself to think about us parting ways, I’d fucking lose it. I had to enjoy every minute with this amazing man. So I took a deep breath and a step closer to him. “I still owe you a blowjob.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Are you kidding me? I want to. Will you let me?”

His eyes drilled into mine, and I loved that he didn’t take my word for it but wanted to make sure I meant it. “Yeah.” It had come out husky, and he cleared his throat. “If you insist.”

We both chuckled, which relieved some of the tension. Jack reached for me, and I went willingly, offering him my mouth. The kiss was soft, gentle, as if our souls connected on a deeper level. Or maybe that was me wishing it was so.

I shoved that thought down and focused on Jack’s lips against mine, the scratch of his beard, the tender way his big, rough hands touched me, and I poured myself into the kiss. We kept kissing as we made our way to the bed, only letting go of each other to discard our clothes.

“On your back, big guy,” I said. Jack obediently stretched out before me in all his naked glory. What a sight.

I had such a fascination with his upper body. I’d never considered myself a chest man—I’d always been partial to asses—but with Jack, I loved it. The broad line of his shoulders. The bulging curves of his biceps. The bulky muscles of his pecs. How everything rippled when he lifted me effortlessly. And the softness of his stomach, the roundness he didn’t have anywhere else.

I let my hand slide down his chest. “I love your body.”

“Thank you. Yours is pretty sweet too, you know.”

“What do you like about it?”

“Mmm, your smooth skin. Mine is so much rougher, but yours is like velvet. And you’re so…sleek. Like a Porsche or a Maserati, built for speed. Even when you stand still, energy is sparking inside you as if with one touch of the gas pedal, you’re off to the races.”

I knee-walked down the mattress until I was between his legs at the right angle. My mouth watered at the sight of that fat cock, already wet at the tip, eagerly awaiting my touch.

I worked him in smoothly, my mouth impossibly full with his thickness. Even without sucking him in all the way, breathing was a challenge. But what a glorious way to die.

Relaxing my throat, I managed to get him in deeper, and he grunted, a low growl that shot straight to my dick. He threaded his fingers through my hair and held my head as he snapped his hips and drove into me.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered and retreated rapidly. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t?—”

“Fuck my mouth.” I placed my hand on his bare thigh. “I’ll tap out if it gets too much.”

“I don’t want to…”

“I want you to. Fuck my mouth, Jack. Please.”

His eyes drilled into mine, and then he slowly nodded. “You promise you’ll signal?”

“I swear.”

I took him back into my mouth, sucking hard and watching with satisfaction as his eyes crossed.

“Jesus fuck…”

He snapped his hips and surged into my mouth. I hollowed my cheeks as I looked up at him, taking every inch of that thick cock. It burned and stung and was perfect. Drool dribbled down my chin, but I didn’t care.

He fucked my mouth, my throat, his hands tightening on my skull as he sped up. His thrusts were shallower now, and I sucked as hard as possible while he babbled incoherently, repeating my name and that of the Lord until the words became one long rambling mess. He was losing it, and I loved it.

“I’m going to…” He threw his head back, emitting a low growl. The hairs on my skin rose, but I was ready for him, and when his load came, I swallowed eagerly. I squeezed his ass cheeks as he emptied himself down my throat, rocking until he was spent.

When I let go of him, he was panting. “I’m gonna need a minute… Jesus, I feel all weak.”

I grinned and wiped my mouth and chin. “Good?”

“Not good. Fantastic. Amazing. Mind-blowing. I don’t even have words.”

I crawled next to him, and when he opened his arms, snuggled close. Yes, my own cock was hard, eager for release, but it didn’t matter. An orgasm wasn’t what I craved right now. I wanted to be with Jack…and for him to never leave.