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fast through his veins. Hands fisted, his nails dug into his palms. Wes
pulled him back onto his chest and Jayce went, head nestled in the
crook of Wes shoulder.
They stayed in that position Wes seated, Jayce in his lap
and moved. Wes allowed Jayce to set the pace and he opted for a
steady rhythm, grunts leaving his throat at every thrust, every graze of
Wes flared head against his channel.
Wes heavy breathing echoed in Jayce s head, the heat
scorching the side of his neck. Linking their fingers, Wes brought
their hands to the front, stroking down Jayce s chest before he scraped
his fingernail over a nipple.
Ah! Jayce arched, his ass clenching at the shot of pleasure-
pain.
Wes cried out, pistoning up. Jayce slammed down. Wes body
jerked, the action rattling Jayce s bones as his dick swelled.
Jayce s balls tightened, drawing up at the base of his cock. He
took himself in hand, thumb swiping at his slit as the orgasm bubbled
over. Cum shot of him, filling his palm. He increased his strokes,
riding Wes harder.
His man bucked, crying out as his hips snapped up faster and
faster. Then he tensed. The heat of Wes climax scalded his insides
even through the condom. Wes rode him through his orgasm,
thrusting in shallow strokes until he slumped against Jayce s
shoulders.
Jayce turned his head, taking his man s mouth, drinking in his
stuttered breaths as he tightened his fingers in their hold.
They remained quiet, steadying their breathing until Wes
spoke.
I rolled over this morning and you were beside me looking so
peaceful. He shook his head. It s not real to me that I finally have
you in my arms after all the wishing and hoping. I don t want to let
you go.
Unlinking their fingers, Wes grabbed Jayce s chin and forced
him to meet his eyes. I don t want to let you go, Wes whispered.
His blue eyes stared deep into Jayce s soul. Ever.
Despite the sinking feeling in his guilty stomach, Jayce
granted him a small smile. You don t have to worry about that, it ll
never happen. He tunneled his fingers in Wes unruly hair. Besides,
you re my breath. My air. I couldn t let you go even if I wanted to.
As honestly as he meant those words, the bitter taste of hypocrisy
lingered in his mouth. He had to find a way to deal with the past
waiting for him in Texas.
Happiness flashed in Wes eyes, the glow so bright it hurt
Jayce s heart. He grabbed Wes, pulling him into a bruising kiss before
breaking it off and pressing their foreheads together.
I want you to tell me why you re back, Wes said. His gaze
searched Jayce s eyes.
Damn man was way too inquisitive. Why do you think I m
back?
Wes shrugged. I d like to think you re here strictly to see me,
but I don t think that s the case.
Jayce heaved an internal sigh. Easing off Wes, he grunted as
Wes limp prick slid out of him. Ah, shit. That feels good. He didn t
meet Wes eyes as he grabbed his jeans and stepped into them.
There s another reason why I m back in town, yes.
Straightening his spine, he met the open curiosity in Wes steady
gaze. It s the excuse I used to come back, to see you, but it is a very
serious case.
Wes nodded and got to his feet. If you re on the case then I
expect it to be serious. He removed the used condom, dropping it in
the small, metal trash can next to his desk, then tugged up his pajama
bottoms and pushed his glasses back up his nose. So? Can you share
it?
I could, but... How did he tell Wes Dominic Scotto was
involved?
But what? Wes cocked an eyebrow. But you ll have to kill
me?
Har-har-har. Funny man. Wrapping an arm around his
shoulders, Jayce dropped a kiss on Wes head. Come on, we ll talk
upstairs.
He managed to find a few things to make an omelet in the
barren wasteland Wes called a kitchen. As the younger man sat at the
kitchen table, those gorgeous eyes tracking his every movement,
Jayce added mushrooms, green peppers, and cheese to the egg and did
his thing over the stove.
Talk already.
Well, someone was mighty impatient. He grinned at Wes put-
out grumble as he folded the egg mixture in the pan.
Pour us some OJ, will you, babe?
Wes shuffled over to the fridge, grumbling about Jayce taking
his time under his breath. His impatience brought a grin to Jayce s
face, but it didn t last long. He d be delivering bad news about
someone Wes once slept with.
Once.
He still had no idea about the status of that relationship.
Transferring the omelet to their plates, he asked, What s the deal
with you and Dominic Scotto?
Wes finished pouring their juices and sat down with a huff, a
scowl on his face. What do you think is the deal with us?
Jesus, Wes, don t give me the fucking riddles. Not now. He
sat down, taking Wes hand in his. Not after last night.
Wes looked away, his throat working. When he met Jayce s
gaze moments later, he grimaced. Dom and I& we ve been
struggling. He waved a hand. Don t get me wrong, we were good in
the beginning. Looking at Jayce from under his lashes, he confessed,
But for the past month or so it s been really hard. He lives to please
his old man, always at his father s beck and call. It put a strain on us.
We stopped& um& we stopped sharing a bed last month.
But you haven t broken up?
He shook his head. I thought we could fix it. I didn t want to
be alone, so I endured.
What s wrong with being alone?
Being alone meant I was sitting here thinking about you.
Wes voice rose, along with color in his face and on his neck. Being
alone meant I d have time to wonder where you were and why you
left. I chose not to be alone, but it didn t make a difference. I was
alone in that relationship.
Jayce felt like such an ass. He had an opening to confess to
Wes but he didn t take it. Swallowing a bit of his omelet he convinced
himself this wasn t the time. Telling Wes about Dominic was more
important. I m sorry for the pain you felt at me leaving.
Wes shrugged. I coped.
So what about now? How does Dominic fit into your life?
He doesn t. Wes met his gaze squarely. I broke it off with
him the night he left for New York.
That easily, huh?
No. Wes forked some food into his mouth. It wasn t easy,
but it was necessary.
He grunted. How did he take it?
Not well, but he didn t have a choice.
Okay. Jayce took a sip of his orange juice. This
case& technically, it s only in the beginning investigative stages, but
it s about an embezzlement ring.
Interesting. Wes leaned back in his chair, arms folded.
Who are the suspects?
I can t
Don t give me that crap. Wes grinned. Who ll know you
discussed the case with your lover? My lips are zipped, so come on,
tell me already.
Lover. Jayce liked the sound of that. The leaders of the
embezzlement ring which stretches from Chicago to London, by the
way are Vitor and Dominic Scotto.
Chapter Eight
Impossible. The word flew from Wes lips automatically,
but he didn t take them back. He held Jayce s gaze, daring him to say
something. No way was Dominic into anything illegal. Wes would
know.
Jayce frowned at him. You re not even going to hear me out
here?
What else do you have to say? Wes raised an eyebrow. Do
you have proof? Shaking his head, he answered his own question.
No, otherwise they d already be in custody.
It s true we don t have much solid evidence. Jayce placed
his fork on his plate slowly. What we do have is one hundred and
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