Page 30 of Street of Dreams
Jake grabbed the new wheel and fitted it in place. When he picked up the impact gun to tighten the bolts, he glanced up at Mac. “Are you gonna help me, or just stand there and watch?”
A smile spread across Mac’s cheeks, and he folded his arms across his chest. “I kinda like the view from up here.”
Jake stood, put the impact gun on the trunk of the car and turned to face Mac. “Close the garage door.”
Mac swallowed as his internal temperature rose several degrees, and he hit the button on the wall. The mechanism purred and the garage door made its descent, sealing off the world.
Jake took several slow and deliberate steps toward Mac. His rigid shoulders and intense gaze were electrifying, and Mac stood perfectly still. Jake wiped his nose, leaving a black mark across his cheek from his soiled fingers. His jeans were also marred with black handprints, and there was a tread mark across his T-shirt.
The moment the garage door made contact with the ground, Jake grabbed Mac’s face between his palms and kissed him with exaggerated roughness. The force behind this man’s touch, the self-assurance, and the sheer masculinity of him overwhelmed Mac’s senses. He pulled back, out of breath, and his gaze lingered on the black streak on Jake’s cheek, on his arms, and across his clothing. “You’re all dirty.”
“Dirty?” Jake asked, with amusement. He slipped his T-shirt over his head, revealing a set of abs that would make Chris Hemsworth jealous. “I guess I’ll just have to ditch the clothes then.”
Biting his bottom lip, Mac watched while Jake stepped out of his boots and jeans and stood there in nothing but a pair of briefs. He sucked in a deep breath as his hungry gaze traveled over the length of Jake’s body.
“You like what you see?”
“I love what I see,” Mac said, in a breathy voice. He took a step forward and inspected Jake’s tattoos, which were rarely visible. A lifelike black and gray skull with a dagger through its crown covered the upper half of one arm. Two guns crossed barrels on the other, along with the words “Back Off”. He caressed the round muscle of Jake’s shoulder. “I love your ink. Why don’t you ever show it off? It’s always hidden under your jacket.”
“It’s Chicago. It’s cold. How can you stand on Street of Dreams all day in a kilt and a T-shirt? Aren’t you freezing?”
Mac shook his head. “I like the cold.”
“I thought you were just trying to show offyourtattoos.” Jake ran his hand over the crest on Mac’s upper arm. “What is this thing?”
“It’s my family crest.”
Jake raised his brows, curiously. “Your family has its own crest?”
“Yeah.” Mac pointed to his surname below the shield. “Every family in Scotland has a crest.”
A rough, calloused hand stroked the tattoo. “I like it. It’s my favorite.”
Mac rested his hands on the eagle that spread its wings across the hard muscles of Jake’s chest. “This one’s my favorite.” He slowly ran his fingertips lower, passing over pebbled nipples and settling on those unbelievable abs. Each indent showed the dedication this man had to maintaining his body.
“If you like hard muscle, you’re really gonna love this.” Jake pulled down the top of his briefs, so his erection sprung free. Mac grabbed it and held it firmly in his hand, but when he began to stroke it, Jake stopped him. “Clothes off. On the couch.”
“Yes, sir.” The beat-up old couch that Mac’s parents refused to throw away sat against the back wall of the garage, and he was never more grateful for his da’s frugality. “It might come in need one day and ye’ll thank me,” his da had said. And boy was Mac thanking him right now.
Mac stripped off his clothes and pranced over to his old living room couch. He put one bare foot on the cushion and struck a pose with his hand on his hip, allowing his long hair to fall to the side and over his shoulder. “How’s this?”
“Great, if you want to pose for a gay garage calendar.” Jake slapped one of Mac’s butt cheeks and squeezed it. He grinned as he eyed Mac from head to toe. “You look really fucking hot.”
One quick tug and Mac was flat against Jake’s body. They gyrated their hips, so their erections rubbed together like steel, creating a smooth friction. Their mouths were so close together that Mac could inhale Jake’s breath. The heat of it invaded his lungs, as if he were absorbing Jake into his soul. An intoxicating wave consumed him, and he suddenly felt lightheaded as he craved this man like a drug. “Kiss me,” he whispered.
Jake leaned in, cupped Mac’s cheek in his hand, and gave Mac the most tender kiss he’d ever received. It was warm and slow, without any aggression or urgency. They kissed as if they had all the time in the world, and every second of it made Mac melt a little more.
When their lips slowly parted, Jake smiled. “I got dirt on your chin.”
“I like it when you’re dirty,” Mac said, glancing at the black marks from the tire on Jake’s hands and arms. “It makes you look so rugged and manly.”
Jake raised his brows, and his smile grew wider. He walked over to one of the old tires and wiped his hand across it, then swiped the grime down the center of his chest while making direct eye contact with Mac. There was a black trail from Jake’s sternum to his groin, and it sent Mac’s blood racing. Jake touched the tire again, but this time, he pressed the palm of his hand to Mac’s chest where it left a perfect print over his heart, and then swirled his hand over Mac’s abs. “Now we’re both dirty.”
It was filthy old rubber and grime from the road, and it was smeared all over Mac’s torso. There were also two handprints on Mac’s hips where Jake had pulled their bodies together. And it turned him on. A row of gooseflesh lit up his arms, and he felt himself grow harder. He went to the tire and pressed his hand against it, then put a matching handprint on Jake’s chest.
Jake looked down at it and smiled before planting a smoldering kiss on Mac’s lips. Their tongues tangled ferociously within the confines of their mouths and they rubbed together so frantically, trying to obtain the most friction possible, that they fell onto the couch. They fisted each other, greedy for the other’s body.
Jake was mouthy, nipping at Mac’s bottom lip and his neck. Wetness and suction pulled at the delicate flesh below his ear that made a tingle run down Mac’s back. His nipples were under attack next. A hot lick, followed by a tiny bite, then soothed with a wet kiss, had Mac shuddering. He felt Jake smile as his mouth moved lower.
