Chapter Fifteen

One taste of Hayden would never be enough.

Jaxon had come to realize that and it had been the main reason he’d gone running to California to help out Erebus. His days as a free man were over and had been from the first day he’d gazed into those summer blue-colored eyes years ago. And he bemoaned the lost time because of his fear.

He crushed Hayden’s lips and coaxed the man’s tongue into a dance while he nipped at Hayden’s swollen mouth until the man’s slender frame sank against him—all resistance gone.

He lowered Hayden to the wide bed and followed him down. Jaxon caught his weight with his hands on either side of Hayden’s head.

The man’s hair spilled out, sending it into a cloud of blond over the dark wine color of the bedspread. With quick, frantic moves, Hayden reached up and cleaved his fingers through Jaxon’s hair before fisting the strands as if afraid he was going somewhere.

He wasn’t.

And he wouldn’t.

Not for a long time.

Jaxon pressed a kiss to Hayden’s swollen and parted lips, trying to convey that he was there for the duration of a lifetime.

“We’re crossing a line,” Hayden moaned against his mouth and Jaxon drew back to stare into his eyes.

“I don’t care, do you?” he growled before lowering his head.

Hayden jolted and eluded him, and Jaxon feared he’d gone too far when his kiss landed at the corner of the man’s mouth. When he went to draw back, Hayden clutched at him and held him tightly.

The man was nervous.

Jaxon could work with that. In fact, he would take anything Hayden gave him.

Roaming his lips beneath the man’s jaw, he drew one of Hayden’s arms above his head and pressed it into the mattress.

He saw the hunger and worry. Hell, Hayden had been the one to kick the door closed moments ago, so wanting this was a given, and there was something else in those beautiful eyes that stared into his soul. Something that made his heart pound.

Reaching down, he tugged at the button fly on Hayden’s blue jeans and his mouth went dry when the man stayed still. Encouraged, Jaxon caught the waistband and pulled it down, revealing a pair of tight, dark blue briefs.

Hayden’s breath hitched and Jaxon jerked his gaze up.

“Answer me,” he murmured. He’d never force Hayden to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with.

“What?” Hayden’s brow wrinkled.

“Do you care that we’re crossing a line?”

“Shut up, you talk too much,” Hayden said, the words thick.

Jaxon chuckled because they both knew that was a lie.

Demanding firm hands suddenly pulled at him and Jaxon trailed his mouth down over Hayden’s chest and laved at each nipple until he arched beneath his lips, and Jaxon took full advantage by sucking each one until he was satisfied.

He left a trail of scratched skin behind by running his cropped beard along Hayden’s skin before he lifted up and shoved off his own jeans. He didn’t kick out of his briefs yet because he didn’t have supplies, but it was more than that, he wanted to take his time. Back above Hayden, Jaxon hovered over the top of his slender form and then lowered down until his body was stretched out—giving Hayden his weight. They were touching chest to chest, abs to groin with their legs tangled.

Hayden groaned and gyrated beneath him and Jaxon returned his own hip thrusting. Once again, he lifted one of Hayden’s arms and then the other over the man’s head before he eased up to reach between them. Hayden’s gaze held his and Jaxon reached down and freed Hayden’s cock.

Slipping the cotton material down, he let it catch beneath Hayden’s balls, leaving him exposed. Jaxon focused his eyes down and drank in the man’s long cock before pushing his own briefs out of the way.

Then he was back, lowering himself to press their dicks together. His was thicker than Hayden’s own length, but they fit together perfectly between them.

“Oh, yes,” Hayden breathed, grinding his cock against him, spreading his legs and hooking them over the back of his thighs. When the man’s arms lifted to curl around his neck, Jaxon braced himself with one hand and pushed first one arm and then the other back above Hayden’s head.

Hayden made a sound in the back of his throat, but he caught on and quickly fisted the bedspread to keep his arms up. Jaxon sent his cock thrusting against Hayden’s, who began slow grinding humps upward, bowing his back, trying to increase the pressure.

Jaxon pushed one leg against Hayden’s balls, caught his hips in both hands, and ground his thigh until Hayden’s hips were undulating and thrusting.

Returning to lean over Hayden, Jaxon braced hands near his head and lowered his mouth. He took the man’s parted lips in a deep kiss, matching the thrusting of his cock to the thrusting of his tongue.

Hayden gave up fisting the bedspread and sent his fingers running through Jaxon’s hair.

No lube and no condoms had him reaching between them to take them both in hand. He began a slow tug and pull until Hayden was panting, chest heaving. Leaning down, he took the man’s lips, parted them with his tongue, and drank from him while he pulled at their dicks.

“Not enough,” Hayden hissed, arching upward.

“What are you saying?” he asked slowly just to make sure.

“We test every six months.”

It was true. While they weren’t technically law enforcement, many of the protocols they followed were the same and that was because Logan had put those measures in place at the very beginning of the team’s creation. Jaxon had tested right before leaving for California, so that meant Hayden had been as well.

“I haven’t been with anyone since then.”

“Me neither,” he said hoarsely, his voice going out because the thought of being inside Hayden was making him light-headed.

Pushing up with his arms, he gazed down into Hayden’s face, then locked one hand around both wrists and pulled Hayden up until he was sitting. Jaxon slid back and off and flipped them until Hayden was straddling his hips.

Hayden’s breath hitched when his balls and ass settled down on top of him and the man bowed his back, arms raising to lift the fall of blond hair in a move that was so god damned sexy, Jaxon almost blew his load right then and fucking there.

Hayden’s hands roamed over his own neck and down the front of his sleek chest and rippling abs before they moved downward and one hand clasped around his throbbing dick.

“Fuuuuck,” Jaxon groaned low and long. He gripped the sides of Hayden’s trim hips and lifted him, but Hayden had other plans and scooted back out of his reach.

He glowered until a pink tongue came out from between Hayden’s lips and licked the tip of his cock. Wetting his lips, Hayden placed his mouth over his cock and took the large flared head inside. Jaxon thought his head would explode from the pleasure and when Hayden took him all the way down the back of his throat, he groaned—the sound echoing through the room.

Not wanting to come yet, he fisted a hand in Hayden’s hair and pulled, lifting the man’s talented mouth from his cock before bringing him forward to kiss his lips. Hayden moaned into his mouth and parted his lips for him and Jaxon delved inside, laving, sucking, and kissing until they were both breathless and Hayden was grinding down on him.

Tugging from his grasp, Hayden roamed his mouth down his neck and over his chest before he licked back along the side of his shoulder and closed his teeth over his jaw and then lips once again. Arching his back, Hayden reached between them and took hold of his cock, stroking him from balls to head before he brought his hand up. Spitting into the palm, Jaxon’s eyes widened when he realized what Hayden’s intentions were and for the life of him, he couldn’t voice a protest.

Straddling his hips, Hayden poised his sweet rounded ass over the head of his cock and when the man went to lower himself down, Jaxon grabbed his hips and guided the downward sinking move. He tried to slow Hayden’s descent, but it was futile, and the man took him inside his body with a wet, slick, and hot slide all the way to the root.

“Hayden,” he groaned, unable to keep from speaking, and he clenched his hands at the man’s hips, knowing he’d leave bruises and not caring one bit.

Hayden arched his back, pressed his hands to his chest, and lifted up, almost drawing out completely before sinking down and taking him again. Every bit of the man’s ass gripped him like a silky vice and Jaxon’s breath grew ragged. Oxygen became a second life-giving thing to him at the moment because right then, all he needed to live and breathe was Hayden.

“Jax,” Hayden moaned, echoing his own call as if they both were beside themselves and gripped in similar passion.

Sliding his fingers of one hand from where they gripped the man’s waist, Jaxon cupped the back of Hayden’s head and pulled him down, moaning, “Yes,” against his lips.

Hayden lurched and undulated, rocking up and down on his cock, and Jaxon caught at the man’s waist again and lifted him slightly so he could piston upward into his warmth. Hayden’s tongue pressed between his lips and Jaxon gently bit it in time with the thrusts of his body. Precome oozed from Hayden’s slit and his cock bounced between them.

Panting, Hayden jerked his mouth away, body going tight, and then he shouted when his orgasm crashed through him.

“Oh fuck!”

Jaxon shoved upward several more times before he too lost it and splintered apart. He had wanted to make it last, but couldn’t. The pull of Hayden’s release had yanked him up the side of the cliff and tossed him over and he groaned long, low, and deep.

Hayden collapsed against his chest and they lay there panting.

Everything was as it should be between them except he needed to tell Hayden that his brother wasn’t really dead.

And that thought sent dread through his stomach.