His heart began to race in anticipation as he waited, wondering how Leyton was going to react once he found him there. His mind conjured up numerous scenarios, but they all ended the same way … the two of them locked together as one. If Leyton wanted even a fraction of what Jase wanted, it would be cataclysmic.

Jase only had to wait a few minutes before Leyton returned.

As the bed shifted, Jase cleared his throat, then threw his arms around Leyton when the man reached for his gun.

“It’s just me,” he muttered against Leyton’s ear, holding him tightly in his grip and pulling him back into the bed.

Oh, hell. Leyton was naked and warm, still damp from the shower. It took everything in his power not to press his lips to Leyton’s back the way he so desperately wanted to.

“What the fuck?” Leyton’s body remained rigid, but he relaxed onto the mattress as Jase leaned up on one arm, staring down at him.

Not in the mood for conversation, Jase didn’t feel it necessary to explain his reason for being in there. They both knew already. Instead, he got right down to business, brushing his lips across Leyton’s, holding his breath as he waited to see whether Leyton would push him away or pull him closer.

“Jase,” Leyton muttered, sounding as though he wanted to push him away, but his body said something entirely different.

“I need this,” Jase whispered against his mouth. “Give me this.” Jase was so fucking tired of waiting, and he couldn’t let this opportunity slip by without at least trying to make Leyton understand what he wanted, what he needed.

Not waiting for a response, Jase kissed Leyton firmly, sliding his tongue along Leyton’s bottom lip until he acquiesced, opening to him. When Leyton’s arms came around him, Jase groaned, enjoying the feel of the man’s body against his own.

Jase thought he was in control of the kiss, but he quickly learned that Leyton wasn’t relinquishing his control, so he gave in, succumbing to the pleasure as he ground his cock against Leyton’s thigh, sliding his tongue against Leyton’s. The next thing he knew, he was on his back, Leyton hovering above him.

His senses were heightened, forcing him to notice every detail. The glorious weight of Leyton’s long, lean body, the thick ridge of his erection lying against Jase’s stomach, even the coarse hair on Leyton’s face as it brushed against Jase’s cheek.

“We shouldn’t be doin’ this,” Leyton muttered, but he didn’t sound as though he believed the words any more than Jase did.

“You haven’t been ordered to stay away from me,” Jase mentioned, meeting Leyton’s gaze when he lifted his head.

“True.”

“Then give me this,” Jase repeated, snaking his hand down between their bodies and curling his fingers around Leyton’s cock. Before he could stroke him, Leyton’s hand gripped Jase’s wrist, pulling his arm back, forcing him to release him.

In the next instant, Leyton was moving down his body, his warm breath sliding over his skin, making his dick throb. And when Leyton’s lips wrapped around the sensitive head, Jase’s body bowed up off the bed, forcing his dick deeper into Leyton’s mouth.

“Fuck yes,” Jase groaned. “Suck me.”

Leyton didn’t hesitate, driving Jase mad with the firm suction of his mouth. God, he’d dreamed about this moment, fantasized about it numerous times, but this was so much better. Still, he didn’t want to come. Not yet. And if Leyton kept that up, Jase knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back.

“Don’t … wanna … come,” Jase muttered, his hips driving forward as he fucked Leyton’s mouth. “So … fucking good.”

Sliding his hand into Leyton’s hair, he tugged. Hard. He’d waited so damn long for this he feared he wouldn’t be able to stop his release, no matter how much he wanted to. Luckily, Leyton released him from the warmth of his mouth, then slid back up Jase’s body.

Leyton’s hand gripped Jase’s hair as he stared down at him. “Contrary to popular belief, control isn’t somethin’ I’m willin’ to give up.”

Jase smirked. He’d always known that Leyton wasn’t the submissive type despite the docile position he’d put himself in where their games were concerned. It didn’t bother Jase one bit that Leyton wanted to be in control. He couldn’t necessarily blame the guy.

“So does that mean instead of begging for my cock, you’re gonna order me to give it to you?”

Leyton leaned down and bit Jase’s bottom lip. Hard. “It means I’m gonna fuck your ass, and you’re gonna beg me to let you come.”

Heat coiled and unfurled inside him, churning as his dick throbbed, desperate for what Leyton was offering. “If you’re man enough to take it,” Jase dared.

Before he could prepare for Leyton’s reaction, Jase found himself flipped over onto his stomach, Leyton’s thick thigh planted between his legs, his rough jaw abrading the skin on his shoulder as Leyton’s mouth hovered close to his ear. “I’m definitely man enough,” Leyton confirmed. “Are you?”

“I guess we’ll find out.”

A rumble erupted in his chest as Leyton’s lips trailed over his shoulders, his neck. He was rough, nipping the skin as his hand glided down over his ass, the back of his thigh. Jase’s fantasies had nothing on this. Leyton’s touch was firm, confident. Eager.

“More,” Jase pleaded, lifting his head and looking back at Leyton. “I need to feel you.”

Leyton glanced around, and Jase knew what he was looking for.

“Lube and condoms in the drawer.”

Leyton’s weight disappeared briefly. A drawer opened, shut. Then another. Finally, Leyton returned, but he surprised Jase by instructing him to turn over once more.

Rolling onto his back, he peered up at Leyton, the light slipping into the room from the bathroom giving him the ability to see every rigid feature, every nuance of his expression. Leyton’s body came down atop his, and Jase reached for him, enjoying the fuck out of the skin-to-skin contact. They touched from knee to chest, their dicks brushing against one another. Warm, scarred skin covering hard muscle met his fingers, just as Jase had imagined.

Jase had never seen Leyton naked, never even seen him without a shirt, but he’d heard the rumors, knew about Leyton’s abusive father, the scars that marred his body. As his fingers trailed over his skin, Jase suddenly wanted to kill the bastard who’d hurt Leyton, soothed only by the fact that Max had had the pleasure of doing it already.

“What about Ashlynn?” Leyton asked, his green eyes intense as they stared back at Jase.

“She’s sleeping.”

“Will she be upset?”

“Only that she couldn’t watch,” Jase admitted, keeping his voice low. “Trust me when I tell you, she’s known this was gonna happen.”

Leyton nodded, but Jase wasn’t sure he completely understood. They’d made him aware that he was part of their fantasies—hell, he’d overheard them talking about it—but still he wasn’t sure Leyton knew what that meant.

He didn’t doubt that Leyton was trying to come up with an excuse. He’d already convinced himself he couldn’t have Ashlynn, but she wasn’t here. Not this time. But Jase was.

“Just me and you right now,” Jase told him. “Give me this.”

Running his hand up Leyton’s naked back, Jase’s fingers met rigid, puckered skin, and he knew those scars weren’t only skin deep. Not that it made a bit of difference to him. Jase wanted him, scars and all.

Jase pulled Leyton’s head down until their lips touched again, and this time, he took what Leyton was offering, continuing to run his hands over Leyton’s hard body while Leyton stroked Jase’s dick once more. The kiss went nuclear within seconds, their bodies writhing against one another until Jase couldn’t take much more. Breaking the kiss, he turned over onto his stomach.

“Fuck me,” he urged Leyton.

“When I’m ready,” Leyton growled back, his lips resting against the back of Jase’s neck.

Gripping the sheets beneath his hands, Jase closed his eyes as Leyton’s lips traced over his back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, making his cock throb painfully. Unlike Ashlynn, Leyton’s mouth was rough, the beard growth on his jaw scraping his skin as he ventured down Jase’s back. His movements were confident and self-assured as he drove Jase crazy with his lips and tongue.