Page 109 of The Bait

Jay sighed. “He likes me.”

“If he loses his shit at you, I won’t be able to stop him.”

Hell, no one would be able to stop him.

They’d watched him crush a man’s windpipe with his bare hand. After he’d gutted him like a fish. With one shoulder with severed ligaments. Not to mention the punctured lung and multiple stab wounds.

The man was a fucking machine.

And when they’d seen him in hospital, bare chested, almost every inch of his torso had a scar. God, there was even a line down his sternum that looked a lot like a brass knuckles imprint.

Harry’s time as special ops and as a kite had not been an easy one. He reminded Rhett of an old lion. A solitary beast, covered in a lifetime of battle wounds, each one no doubt a story to tell.

Rhett had to wonder if he’d look like that in another fifteen years.

Harry wasn’t solitary anymore though. He had Asher.

Like Rhett had Jay.

He pulled Jay from his side so he faced him, his hands cupping his face and kissing him softly. “No rankling the cranky tank,” Rhett said. “Not this weekend, okay?”

Jay rolled his eyes. “Fine.” Then he smiled wickedly. “The shower has jets, and a built-in seat. It was practically made for fucking.”

Rhett smiled, his body thrumming with interest. “Bed looks good too.”

“You’re such a sap,” Jay said, giving him a shove. “Remember when you’d fuck me raw against the stall wall in the barracks?”

Rhett laughed, but then he spun Jay around and pressed him against the window’s edge, rubbing his dick against that pert little ass. “Like this?”

Jay whined, breathily. “Yes. Do it, Rhett.” He unbuttoned his shorts and pushed them down, briefs too, exposing the top of his ass.

“Fuck, Jay,” Rhett groaned. He was powerless for this man; whatever he wanted, Rhett would give him. He kissed down the back of Jay’s neck, enjoying the way he craned his head to give him more room, the sounds he made. Rhett would do anything he asked... “I won’t fuck you raw though.”

He took a step back and went for his bag, reaching for the lube in his toiletries, just as Jay whined impatiently. “It takes away the spontaneity, the rush,” he said. “You could have your dick inside me by now if you didn’t stop. It’s been too long since you fucked me, babe.”

Rhett chuckled as he walked back to him. “Then I’d miss this view.”

Jay was gorgeous with his pants half pulled down, revealing the globes of his ass. Of course, then he had to stick his ass out, stretch his back and look over his shoulder, totally slutting it up. “Like this?”

He knew damn well Rhett loved it. “Fuck yes.”

He closed the distance between them, rubbing his hardening cock over the warm exposed skin of Jay’s ass. Jay arched his back for more, pulling his shorts down his thighs.

“Hurry the fuck up,” Jay hissed at him. “I’ll wait for lube because you insist, but I swear to god if you think I’mwaiting for you to stretch me, I will find someone else who will just fuck me like I need it.”

Fuck, Rhett loved this game.

He pulled his cock out, squirted lube over his shaft and cockhead, giving himself a few long strokes, smearing the lube with his right hand while his left hand found a fistful of Jay’s hair.

He pushed him harder against the wall, squatting down a little so he could press his cock against Jay’s hole. He pulled Jay’s hair at the same time he pushed into him, in one rough thrust making him cry out and groan.

“No one will ever fuck you like I do,” Rhett bit out against the back of Jay’s ear.

Jay made a strangled sound, his hands trying to brace on the wall, on the window. His toes barely touching the ground as Rhett impaled him, thrusting up into him, over and over.

Rhett pulled harder on Jay’s hair and sucked on his neck, while every inch was buried inside him. “You love how I fuck you.”

“Yes,” Jay replied, panting, moaning.

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