Chapter Fourteen

“Jaxon?” Hayden whispered because the look in the man’s eyes scared him and surprise popped his mouth open when Jaxon yanked him back inside before closing and locking the door.

After setting the alarm, Jaxon continued pulling him until they stood inside one of the suites . The inside was nice with a wide bed and wine-colored bedspread, off-white carpet, and light gray washed dresser.

Jaxon didn’t even shut the door all the way before the man stopped and his chest heaved.

“What’s wrong?”

Jaxon locked eyes with him and the expression in the man’s gaze was suddenly burning into his. But before he could say a word, Hayden was yanked close.

“What—”

Jaxon’s mouth crushed down on his, cutting off the words.

Oh shit.

Oh shit!

The touch of Jaxon’s mouth was heaven and suddenly, Hayden felt like he’d been given everything he’d recently discovered he actually wanted.

He lost his breath.

He lost his mind.

And he suspected somewhere along the way, he had completely lost his heart.

Jaxon raised his head, then crushed his lips again, all power and possessiveness rolled into one hot as hell, leather clad, tough muscle of power.

The man’s hands fisted in his hair, holding his head still…not that he could have moved to save his life. Jaxon’s tongue swept in and stole his breath, took control, and Hayden clung to his wide shoulders.

He gasped and groaned, pressed his lips and sucked at Jaxon’s mouth, teeth nipping because he couldn’t stay still. His hands cupped Jaxon’s jaw and he curled his fingers through the coarse length of his beard. Jaxon’s long hair fell from its tie and spilled forward, shrouding them.

“Hayden,” Jaxon mumbled against his mouth before pulling slightly away.

“Do you have an answer?” Hayden asked, breathless because he was suddenly dying to know.

“What?” Jaxon croaked thickly, roughly, and a bit growly.

“Do you want a say in what I do?”

Jaxon made a sound between his teeth and the hands on his hips clenched harder.

“Is that a yes?” Hayden tried for light and laughing, but the words came out shaky.

“That’s a hell yes,” Jaxon rasped, his voice so deep the man sounded like he was struggling to talk. Jaxon’s fingers stayed in his hair, keeping him locked in place.

“Well, what took you so long?”

“You told me not to give you an answer!” A bark of laughter accompanied the growly words and Hayden grinned.

He so loved making this man laugh.

“Me? Ha! I did no such thing,” he snickered.

“You did…and…”

“And?” Hayden held his breath.

“You’ve eluded me for the last time,” Jaxon said with a huff and finally unclenched his hands, letting them slide through his long hair. Hayden welcomed the stroking tug.

They should probably slow down and talk about things, right?

Right!

Hayden kicked the room’s door closed and shoved Jaxon up against the wood.

All his focus was on Jaxon, standing in front of him, returning his hungry stare.

“Tell me what you want.” Hayden tipped his chin up, perched his hands on his hips, and drew his gaze down Jaxon’s body before flipping up to lock on his lips.

“Stating the obvious here,” Jaxon growled and stepped closer, one hand fisting the hair at the back of his head to pull him forward against his hard body.

Right where he wanted to be.

“Not to me,” he said mulishly when the phone call Jaxon had taken came to mind. Who had called? And more importantly, why had Jaxon shut him out again?

“Want cloud letters?” Jaxon muttered.

“Going to rent a plane?”

“Maybe.”

He pouted, his irritation rising at being left out.

“What was the phone call about?”

“Nothing important.”

“Who was on the phone?”

“Nobody.”

“You want to get lucky?” He glared because Jaxon’s hands had gone to his hips as if he couldn’t bear for them to be apart and his fingers were going to leave marks. Bruises were the least of his worries though, secrets were.

“Yes,” Jaxon said, leaning in to run his lips along his throat.

“Don’t try to distract me,” he growled but his ire was lessening.

“Is it working?”

Jaxon mouth fused to his before he could formulate a response and when the man’s mouth moved on to trail down his neck, Hayden tipped his head.

“We can take it slow.” The words were guttural.

Through the thick wood of the closed door, Hayden heard the team talking, although, not the words because the sound was muffled.

Slow? Fuck taking it slow. Hayden had a newly awakened hunger. And he didn’t give a rat’s ass what any of the men they’d left standing out in the common room thought.

He yanked at Jaxon’s shirt and lifted the hem, pulling it over the man’s head. Jaxon’s breath caught, but Hayden was busy at the zipper of the man’s jeans. He only stilled when Jaxon closed one firm hand over both of his. Flipping his gaze up, he found Jaxon smiling and then one of his hands was lifted and the palm pressed to Jaxon’s lips. From there, Jaxon pressed his hand on the bare skin over his beating heart and Hayden felt his throat tighten.

Jaxon brushed the hair from his shoulder and began unbuttoning the front of his black shirt. Hayden was glad he’d showered and changed into a new set of clothes he’d purchased from one of the boutiques near the bomb site.

One button at a time was released on the front of the dress shirt and the knuckles of Jaxon’s hand caressed his skin as he went. Hayden wanted to tear the shirt from his body and press close. Damn, the man took his sweet ass time, so Hayden let his hands wander over Jaxon’s chest, a smattering of chest hair caressed his palms before he smoothed down rock hard abs, stroking and memorizing each dip.

Jaxon grunted and then Hayden’s shirt was brushed from his shoulders, falling down his arms, and catching slightly at his wrists before it fell away. Lips touched, pressed, and kissed over his shoulder, chest, and neck.

Hayden was sure he was going to lose his balance but he didn’t. Jaxon wrapped him up in those big strong arms and cradled him close. He wanted to bask in the attention, but he also wanted something more. Roaming his hands downward, he shoved at Jaxon’s jeans and briefs until they rode low on the man’s hips.

Hayden pushed further and when Jaxon’s cock sprang free, Hayden took the long, thick length into his hand and stroked him. Jaxon groaned and sent his dick thrusting through his hand.

They shuddered at the same time and that was all it took for Jaxon to lift him by the back of his thighs.

Hayden spread his legs and wrapped them around the man’s thickly muscled waist as he was carried to the bed.