He nuzzled the evidence of arousal and gently freed it from its cotton prison. For a few seconds, he just looked. He inhaled the scent of Riley and wondered why it had been more than a few days since they had done this. Too long…

“Won’t suck itself,” Riley stated. He was still using the forceful tone, and it cut through any thought of Jack teasing or holding off. Riley was demanding hard and fast, and Jack was up for that.

He pushed material down, and it stuck on Riley’s thighs, but Jack had enough to work with.

He reached behind and dug fingers into Riley’s butt cheeks, feeling the muscles contract as Riley steadied himself and said, “Do it.”

Jack had his first taste and groaned in his throat. Riley was so big, and Jack struggled to get a rhythm at this angle. He spread his knees a little more and was instantly rewarded with the fact he could swallow more of Riley.

“Fuck,” Riley cursed.

Jack pressed harder with his hands and swallowed as much as he could of Riley’s length. He knew he’d need to use his hands to make up the difference between his mouth and the root of the cock, but he didn’t want to let go of Riley’s hard ass. Riley stepped forward a little, and the motion pushed Jack back until his head pressed against the door. Trapped like that, he had no choice but to take everything Riley was giving him. He looked up at his lover, Riley staring down at him.

“Spread your legs more,” Riley demanded. Jack did as he was told, the motion letting Riley’s cock slip even a little deeper, the angle of Jack’s throat enough to have Riley cursing above him and closing his eyes briefly. Riley flattened his hands on the door, pulling his cock out slowly to let Jack catch his breath, then easing it back in. “Can you take it?” he asked.

Jack couldn’t answer. He was way past being able to talk, his mouth full and aching, his gaze fixed permanently on the gorgeous man fucking his mouth. He moved his hands from ass to inner thigh, trying to focus on what he was doing when he was so close to coming himself. He pressed at the juncture of thigh and groin, massaging in slow circles, never quite touching.

“Stop!” Riley said. He pulled away and moved out of Jack’s reach. Jack wasn’t ashamed to say he swayed forward for more. “Stand up.”

Jack stumbled to stand, Riley steadying him. Then it was Riley making him turn to face the door, Riley spreading his legs, and Riley with fingers at his ass, pushing inside, two thumbs, a finger, all the time cursing and promising Jack exactly what he was going to do.

“Don’t you move,” Riley ordered, “or I’ll tie you down so you can’t move and fuck you. Just stay.” He kicked Jack’s legs even farther apart. “Fuck, you should see… You’re so tight and my fingers inside you… Jack… What do you…”

“You… inside me.” Jack did his own ordering. Jack sensed Riley on his knees, then fell back when Riley pulled him, settling him on his thighs, angling him, all fingers and cock, pressing inside until finally Riley was balls-deep with his hands across Jack’s chest, Jack resting on Riley’s thighs.

“Too… heavy…” Jack managed to force out as Riley held him.

“Grab it,” Riley gasped. “Help me.” At first Jack didn’t know what he meant, but then he saw it: the top bar of one of the old stalls was in reach. Jack reached for it and immediately saw what Riley was asking. Jack used his own strength to lift himself, Riley pushed up, and the rhythm they set was explosive. The angle Jack could push down on Riley added to the fact Riley had his hands free. He was so close to coming as Riley’s fingers pinched his nipples, worrying them, and the extra touch, the feel of having no control of being balanced and held and abruptly Jack had nowhere to hide.

“Riley… I’m…” He couldn’t get a full sentence out as he shouted his release and his orgasm wiped him out, pulsing and burning. Riley was so close behind him, groaning his own release. Riley supported him, gentled him as he pulled out, laid them flat on the blanket, and held him close.

“Jesus, Jack,” he murmured.

“You’ve been working out,” Jack groaned.

“I love you.”

“Mmmm… love you…”

Then nestled in Riley’s arms, knowing they should get up and go to bed, sleep began to pull him under.

“No sleeping,” Riley ordered.

“Wanna.”

“Bed.”

Somehow they made it back to the house, laughing and giggling like kids, holding hands and creeping into the quiet house. They had almost made it to the bedroom when one of the twins made a sound.

Jack looked at Riley. “Go to bed. That sounded like Lexie.”

When he got back to the bedroom after checking on Lexie, who appeared to be making as much sound in her sleep as she did awake, Riley was asleep, sprawled on top of the covers in sleep pants. The man had literally held Jack like he weighed nothing, and Jack was no lightweight. He made a resolution. Clearly he needed to join Riley in more workouts.

Jack nudged Riley over, wincing at the ache in his ass, then ignoring it.

“Love you,” he murmured close to Riley’s ear. Riley turned into him, spooning him as they rolled over.

“Love you too,” Riley whispered. “Always.”

Chapter 3

Riley settled back in his desk chair and considered the two files in front of him. Which should he look at first? The contents represented more possible matches to the shale he was looking for, but he was only one person.

“You need to hire a manager,” Kathy informed him helpfully from her chair opposite.

“I have managers,” Riley defended. He did. CH Consulting hired an awful lot of people, so many he had a department in the tower with Hayes Oil that just dealt with hiring and personnel. CH itself, though, he liked to think it was just him and Kathy against the world. The last thing he wanted was someone else in the office.

“I found someone,” Kathy interrupted his thoughts.

“How?” Riley said. Who was Kathy to think that she could find him a manager, someone he could respect and would work with him. The instant reaction died when all she did was fold her hands in her lap and tilt her head in question. “Who? I meant to say who?” he lied.

“Tom Hendry. He’s looking to move away from Santone Corp, and I thought he’d be an ideal fit for us.”

“Why is he leaving Santone?”

Kathy leaned forward. “Between you and me, he’s never going to have room to become more there. Everyone knows they’re stuck in the old ways and it’s family first with them. He wants different, and you could get him now when he’s still hungry for success. Add in the fact he’s been working trying to build an ethical team at Santone, and you have a ready-made manager.”

Riley attempted to recall Tom Hendry. Short and wiry, he had a way of holding himself that was all confidence and purpose. Riley remembered several occasions at different meetings when Tom was there and he’d shone in amongst the old, steady oil business families. Hayes Oil had their issues with Santone Corp. Old Josiah Harrold had gone to fat a long time back, and his son Josiah Junior, or JJ, as he was called, was just a complete waste of space. Too much like Jeff for Riley’s liking. The fact that Tom Hendry had fallen out with Santone gave him currency in Riley’s estimation of him.

“I’ll call him,” Riley said.

“Actually, boss, he’ll be here at ten thirty,” Kathy informed him.

“You, did… you…?” Riley could argue that this was his company until he was blue in the face. But, hell, Kathy was good at her job, and she knew the business from a very different point of view.

“Here is the package I thought we could offer him.” She slid another file, this time a blue personnel file, across the table. “He scraped through college, but his instincts are as diamond as yours are.”

Riley took the file but didn’t open it. To open it was to admit to Kathy that he wanted to bring in someone else. He knew he needed to; he couldn’t spread himself as thin as he had been doing. He wanted to spend more time at home with the kids, with Jack, and this could be the way forward.