Page 5 of Out of Reach

“Yeah? How old are you?”

Geoff looked chagrined and mumbled something that started with a fifty.

“Get out,” Hawk said, pointing at the door.

“Hawk!” Jude swung his head between Hawk and Geoff.

“He’s more than twice your age, Jude!”

“So? And what are you, my dad?”

Hawk laughed. “Only if I had you when I was five! But Geoff here certainly could be!”

“Look, Jude is of age,” Geoff argued, but shut up when Hawk stepped close.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll get the fuck out of here right now and never approach Jude again. If I find out you’ve touched him inappropriately, I’ll find you and bash your fucking face in!”

“Hawk!” Jude protested, then yelled, “Geoff!” as his date headed for the door. When he was gone, Jude whirled on Hawk.

“Why did you do that?”

“That guy is way too old for you.”

“Ilikeolder guys!” Jude said. “I’ve told you that before!”

“Did that old weasel touch you?” Hawk suddenly pictured Geoff climbing all over Jude and wanted to go after him.

“None of your business. Who I want to date is none of your business!” Jude pointed a finger at him. “You don’t want me. Who are you to say Geoff can’t want me?”

“Oh, I’m sure Geoff does want you very badly.” Hawk backed Jude up against the wall. He couldn’t believe he was defending that pervert. “That old man wants in your pants more than he wants to take his next breath.”

“Hawk.” Jude sounded out of breath himself, and suddenly Hawk was staring at Jude’s mouth, which was as sensual as it always was with that full bottom lip that those pretty white teeth were always biting into.

“You really want that guy? Huh, Jude? A man old enough to be your father? He’s probably got dentures. You think he can satisfy you?”

Jude was breathing heavily now, his chest brushing against Hawk’s with every inhale. And Hawk was hard.

So. Fucking. Hard.

When he lowered his mouth to Jude’s, he didn’t second guess himself. And he didn’t keep the kiss gentle. He tore into him, sweeping his tongue inside Jude’s pretty mouth and reaching out to catch him when Jude’s knees buckled beneath him. Jude brought his fingers to Hawk’s hair, tugging it hard as he kissed Hawk back.

“You want him?” Hawk asked, hungrily dragging his lips over Jude’s. “Do you want ole Geoff? Or do you want me?”

Jude moaned low in his throat and tried to climb Hawk’s body. Hawk hoisted him off his feet, wrapping Jude’s long legs around his waist as they continued to kiss deeply.

“You, I want you,” Jude said as though in a fever dream, and Hawk attacked his neck, biting and bruising it, so fucking turned on by the way Jude gave himself over to him.

“Sir!”

Hawk blinked.

“Sir! We’re at the airport, sir.”

Ah. The cab driver. Beside Hawk, Jude stirred.

“Right,” Hawk said, opening the car door and surreptitiously adjusting his hard cock in his pants before he got out.

As they went through security, Jude didn’t seem in any mood to talk to him. When they boarded the plane, Jude chose the window seat and immediately settled down for a continuation of his nap in the taxi.

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