Page 48 of Blaze & Ajax

“Yeah,myguy. You belong to me now.”

I kissed him again, giving him extra tongue to prove my point.

“Let’s go for a ride,” I said when we came up for air.

“Ride?”

“Yep, I have a pretty cool motorcycle I cruise around in sometimes… generally when it’s not cold out.”

“Okay.”

I bent down to pick up the blanket, shook it out, and grabbed his hand to lead him back to my apartment to get dressed. “Oh, and I belong to you, too. Understood?”

“Yes,” he breathed, finally smiling.

It was another slowday, so I stocked paint supplies at the hardware store, whistling and smiling like a fool, thinking about Blaze. What a dramatic turn our relationship had taken in such a short time. We weren’t exactly boyfriends, not that we’d really defined it, yet we were committed to each other, and he was mine. After our long talk on the roof and Blaze trusting me enough to let out all his pain, we became more that night and grew closer.

It didn’t take much for me to imagine we were more than just the sex. We were definitely no longer hookups, although I couldn’t exactly define what we were. Whatever it was, I liked it, and for the first time, commitment didn’t make my eye twitch, even if it was with my enemy. Could I still call him my enemy? Time would tell, I supposed.

“Well, you’re in a good mood,” Barry said.

I looked at him and smiled as I filled a bin full of wooden disposable paintbrushes. “I am.”

“Hot date tonight?” I waggled my brows, making him laugh. “Well, lucky you.”

Barry had no idea I was gay, and I didn’t advertise it at work, so I was grateful he didn’t ask me about the ‘girl’ in my life.

“I’d be lucky to get my wife’s attention.”

“Take her on a date,” I suggested. “Remind her of the man she married.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “Maybe. It has been a while. Thanks, Jaxon.”

“Welcome.”

He walked off to do whatever he did around here when my phone buzzed in my pocket, but I ignored it, continuing to stock and organize. I’d call them back later.

They hung up, but my phone buzzed again. Shit, I hope Blaze wasn’t calling things off tonight.

I dug my phone out of my pocket and saw that Alpha was calling. If he was calling, it had to be important. He may have had to reschedule things at work.

“Hey, Alpha,” I answered.

“Ajax… Look, I want to give you a heads-up. There’s… been an accident.”

My heart stopped for a moment before it raced. “Who?” I demanded, gripping the hell out of my phone.

“Nacho.”

“Oh, god. Is he…”

“He’s fine… sort of.”

“What the fuck does ‘sort of’ mean, dammit?” I hissed, trying to keep my voice down.

“Apparently, Pippin and Nacho had an argument. Pippin ran off to skate, and Nacho took off after him. It’s been raining, and… the car didn’t see him and hit Nacho.”

I leaned against the paint counter, my legs weak. “God, please tell me he’s going to be okay.”

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