Page 40 of Exhale
“Don’t you want to take it slow?” Jordan whispered teasingly, looking into his eyes.
“Fuck no,” he rasped. Slow was the last goddamned thing he wanted.
Jordan snickered, lifted up, and slammed his ass down on his dick two more times.
“Fuck,” he hissed, hips bucking.
Jordan sucked in a soft breath, licked his lips, and lowered down on his thick, hard dick a third time so fucking slowly that Owen thought he’d blow a gasket. He held the younger man’s gaze and took hold of his hips, trying to force Jordan down, but the man was having none of that.
Jordan slowly lowered one more time, gyrating his hips, and that was all it took.
“Nhhh fuck,” Owen groaned, his fingers digging into the man’s hips. “I can’t hold it,”
Jordan ground down again, and Owen lost it.
His release came hot and hard, racing up his spine, squeezing his balls and filling Jordan’s ass.
Jordan convulsed above him, ropes of cum sprayed from the man’s dick, streaking across Owen’s chest.
Quaking, Jordan sank forward against his chest, and Owen held him tightly. They lay like that until their breathing evened out. Owen was comfortable, and if he had his way, he’d never leave this spot.
Jordan was already zonked out and didn’t seem to mind sleeping all sticky together, and Owen sure the hell wasn’t going to complain.
Being with Jordan like this was a dream come true. And years in the making, if he were being honest.
But they both had obligations, plus a job to do. Finding his sons was the top priority, and then Owen would take the steps to cement Jordan into his future.
A clock ticked somewhere in the room, and Owen let that lull him into sleep.
Warehouse district—Phoenix, Arizona.
“What did you do with the other kid?” Billy said, frowning at Weston, who clung to Cody as if his life depended on it.
Cody kept a hand on Weston’s shoulder, and the boy’s arms gripped his leg fiercely.
If Billy suspected that he was scared, his boss would kill him.
Cody’s fear came from losing sight of Elliott. One second the boy was there, and the next he was gone…so it was better to lie and say he’d dropped him off.
“I dumped him at a shelter,” Cody said, trying like hell not to let his voice shake.
“Just one of them?” Billy frowned.
“He was whining.”
“Did I tell you to do that?” Billy snarled.
“Um, no.” Cody swallowed and shifted.
“When did you become so ballsy?” The warning sent a chill down his spine.
“When you made me your right-hand man,” Cody countered.
Billy studied him like he was a bug and then snorted.
“Go get the other one and bring him back here.”
Shit.
