Page 17 of Drift

Jack chuckled. “Teasing bastard today, huh?”

Gray hid a private smile as he ghosted Jack’s neck, lips so close, but never touching: breath-play at its most subtle. As much as he loved how Jack would have to work with the burn, Gray loved the heat coating his body as he was forced into waiting games too.

Giving a soft sigh, Jack brushed a thumb over the back of Gray’s hand, then eased around to face him.

“Talk to me about Jan…” Gray said quietly, easing a distracted touch under Jack’s boxers, all to cup his asscheek as life turned a little more serious. “He mentioned issues at work.”

“Ben and Chris?” Jack frowned, his own touch slipping under Gray’s suit jacket, to his hips. “They’ve not backed off?”

“They?” That changed things slightly. Two on one was only good for the bedroom. “So he’s spoken to you about it?” Why hadn’t Jack mentioned it?

Jack nodded. “A week back. Mostly spoilt-shit antics in the office.” He frowned again. “He’s worried enough to talk to you now?”

So Jack had gotten the impression Jan wasn’t too worried. Maybe he hadn’t been back then. Gray nodded.

“Tomorrow should put his head at ease, then,” said Jack. “But he still mentioned them to you?”

“Only because I pushed him.”

“Hmm.” Jack narrowed those stunning silver-grey eyes, his breathing deepening as Gray slipped his coveralls off his hips, exposing his ass. “Don’t… and I meandon’t get involved. Let him sort it,” said Jack. “I think he’s embarrassed more than anything.” A harder breath came from him as Gray stroked the back of his hand down the length of his cock. “He said he’ll take it through the proper channels if it gets too much. And you… coming into the pen to play with the cattle?” He tutted. “You’re just bored. Focus your… restricted activity elsewhere.”

“Wrong word to say.” Gray smiled and teased three long, deep strokes at Jack’s cock. “Wrong person to say it to. This… don’t…”

Jack laughed, but it came on such a shaky breath. “Fuck.” He closed his eyes, body looking alive, but his head, on the back of one word, so many threats seemed to play around him. His private smile looked set to dive in and taste each and every one no matter how much it left him crying no and shaking as he dipped his head into Gray’s shoulder.

Giving a tut, Gray withdrew his touch and patted Jack’s abs. “Work. It’s that way.” He pointed to the kitchen door.

“Huh?” Jack shook off some of the heat and looked up at him.

“I’ve been warned off getting in the pen with the cattle.” Gray leaned over and picked up his coffee before pulling back and taking a sip, but not before he ghosted a nip at Jack’s ear. “So no sex it is.” A smile. “Not until you’ve finished work.” He held his look. “And I mean no going mate’s rates with Jan or running on self-service.”

Left breathing deep and hard, needing it deep and hard from the look of it, Jack started fastening up his zip with a snort. “Asshole.” He laughed quietly.

Gray loved the echo of Jan, yet in the same breath, the utter difference between Jan and Jack uttering that word. “Yeah,” he said gently. “It’s been known. Just sometimes, stunner.”

The heat in Jack’s eyes in a look only ever reserved for Gray cried he didn’t mind. Not one sodding bit.

“Knock, knock.” That came from the kitchen door, and as Jack turned away and finished slipping his coveralls over his shoulders, calling out work, Gray blocked the view and gave him time to do it before heading back for the table.

“Clear.” Gray took a drink of coffee as the door came open.

“Ooh, breakfast.” Ray came in carrying the cold from outside on his duffle coat, and he rubbed at his hands now he made it to the table. “You shouldn’t have, Jack. All this… for me?” He batted big bushy eyebrows before pinching a pancake with some jam.

Decent except for the heat on his cheeks, Jack levelled with Gray. “All those bits on the top…. I dipped that one in Lady’s litterbox. See how much I think of you?”

“Aww.” Ray weighed the half-eaten pancake up in his hand, eyed the size. “Yeah? You sculpt these in relation to my nuts too? Nice to know mine are bigger than yours.”

Jack cocked a brow at Gray. “And there: the verbal evidence your head of screw-you security has been perving on my said balls in the shower to do the compare and contrast. Sack the bastard, real quick like. His mouth is far too unprofessional enough for hired help, as well. It hurts my delicate earballs, all his talk on… nuts.”

Gray shook his head with a smile, and Ray polished a non-existent Favourite badge, so Jack flipped him the bird. Therewas tension between them, there always had been, but that was okay. It kept Ray on his ex-MI5 professional toes, which earned him second breakfast of a morning at Gray’s table, away from the one Ray shared with his wife at the gate house. So Ray kept Jack on his toes too with knowing Ray didn’t fall for his…sack the perv’charm. Ray had a place here as head of security, just as Jack took Gray’s world as his lover.

“Shaun Brennan’s here.” Gray put his mug in the dishwasher now he’d finished.

“Yeah.” Ray looked over. “He’s pulled up to the main gates. I’ll go and run the usual surveillance checks in the Oval before he gets here.”

Gray nodded. “I also need you to do two background searches for me,” he said as Ray started to head for the hall.

Jack gave Gray a look, a shake of head and snorted smile as he no doubt picked up background searches meant Chris and Ben, then he headed over to the door. Jack had gotten his licence back a year ago, and Gray wanted to ask if he’d be okay driving, but he left it alone, knowing Jack would say if he wasn’t. Gray nodded towards the Oval instead as Jack winked back his way and left. “Go ahead. I’ll talk the two marks to you,” he said distractedly to Ray before taking Jack’s mug over to the dishwasher and giving a general cleanup of the breakfast things.

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