Love For Hire (16 page)

Matt then had the audacity to pat the bed, taking ahold of his cock, which had now hardened fully, and winking at Jayden.

When Jayden growled, the sound took even him by surprise. He then slowly started crawling toward his lover, savoring the moment.

He didn’t know if he could pull off seductive, but it seemed to be working, and when he finally came to Matt’s cock, his pink tongue darted out and he took a quick lick.

Matt’s whole body shuddered, and Jayden felt torn between taking the man into his mouth or sinking down onto him, riding him.

In the end he decided he could always suck his cock later on.

He fumbled with the nightstand, opening the drawer and depositing a condom and lube next to him.

“We don’t need—” Matt was trying to say, but Jayden was ignoring him. He wasn’t going to take the risk. In the heat of the moment, they had already had unprotected sex once, and while he would have loved to feel Matt’s cock filling him up, he wasn’t going to risk his life for it. One mistake was fine; repeating said mistake could only be called lunacy, and he hadn’t come this far to slip up now.

It might feel good in the moment, but it seriously wasn’t worth it. Frankly, it was slightly disturbing how Matt didn’t seem to care, but this was a conversation they were going to have later on.

He reached behind him, balancing himself on his knees while he used enough lube to quickly slide a few fingers into his own body. He was still open enough from the last time, so it didn’t take long for him to deem himself ready again. Besides, a little pain had never killed anyone, and he honestly wouldn’t mind feeling the echoes of Matt’s cock for a few days to come. He would cherish that feeling, just like Matt would appreciate his tightness. It was win-win.

He rolled the condom onto Matt’s cock with experienced fingers while gently stroking the base, teasing him a little bit before taking him into a firm grip.

He shifted, adjusting his position so Matt’s cock was beneath him, and then he slowly lowered himself onto it. The initial breach always felt foreign, regardless of how often he had done this or how well prepared he was.

Then his body gave way, letting the intruding cock slide past his tight ring of muscle. After taking a deep breath, Jayden sank all the way down until he could feel Matt’s pubic hair tickling his ass.

He huffed, leaning forward, and Matt met him halfway, his strong hands grabbing Jayden by the neck and pulling him into a heated kiss.

“Move, damn it,” the man demanded.

Jayden chuckled, managing to say, “Your wish is my command.” He closed his eyes, drawing inward to feel the cock inside his body piercing him like a lance, only much friendlier and with less deadly consequences.

He rocked up and pushed down again, going as slowly as he could, but then Matt’s hands grabbed his hips in a bruising grip, changing the tempo into a much faster one.

Matt’s hips bucked upward, and he shoved his thick shaft deeper and deeper with each thrust, and Jayden mewled with appreciation. He was riding Matt’s cock with such a wanton look on his face that if he had been able to catch a glimpse of himself, he would’ve blushed red all over.

Jayden used Matt’s hold on his hips to direct his movements, not caring about anything but the long shaft sliding up his ass. There would be bruises come morning, but he didn’t find the strength within him to care. They were moving as one, and then…
there
… there was the familiar feeling of the world narrowing down to one part of his body while everything else fell away.

His own prick swelled even further, and when with one more thrust, the head of Matt’s cock hit his sweet spot, he came with an almost blinding intensity.

If his eyes had been open, his vision would’ve whited out, but instead, darkness was all he saw. His body sagged, his bones turning to liquid while Matt pushed up twice more before screaming his name and coming as well.

Matt was no longer holding him up, so Jayden allowed gravity to win. He rolled forward, finding strong arms encircling him while Matt’s spent cock pulled out of his body.

The drying come on his stomach was already starting to itch, and even though he knew once he was conscious again it would feel quite unpleasant, he couldn’t find it within himself to move.

A snuffing sound escaped his mouth as he was slowly positioned sideways, and when his hands found a pillow, he happily hugged it, getting ready to fall into an orgasm-induced sleep.

He felt the bed dip, and then he heard movement, but before he could register what it meant, the bed dipped again and a wet cloth was pressed to his stomach, cleaning him up.

“Uhm,” he managed to offer as a thank-you, and eventually he felt Matt move in behind him, pulling Jayden’s body toward his so he was resting in Matt’s arms.

He could get used to being held; he really could.

Before he drifted off to sleep, he could’ve sworn Matt mumbled something like, “If I ever hurt you, you have to tell me.”

Then a gentle hand was ghosting over his hips, and for a moment Jayden tensed because yes, that was where Matt’s bruising grip had been not too long ago.

“Sure…,” he managed to mumble, his mind not quite tracking, for who could really follow a conversation while in post-coital bliss?

“Good….”

Chapter Nine

Jayden
woke to faint sunlight filtering in through the windows, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure where he was.

The bed felt strange: not like the bed back in the city at the tiny place he had shared with Danny, not like the bed he had become used to above Carrie’s shop, and most certainly it didn’t feel like the bed he had slept in for eighteen years while he had lived at home.

It took his still-lazy mind a few more seconds to catch up with yesterday’s events. From Matt showing up at his place of work, to agreeing to going away with him, to making awesome love amidst sheets too expensive for him ever to be able to afford.

He shifted slightly, marveling at how the soft cotton caressed his body, and he smiled softly to himself when he felt his cock twitch simply from the softness he was cocooned in.

Matt’s ego would probably never recover if Jayden were to come by simply wiggling in the sheets, but for a moment he felt tempted.

However, an orgasm would be so much better if it was shared. Images of Matt’s lips on his cock, of him returning the favor, played out in his mind as he rolled around, arm outstretched, expecting to find Matt behind him.

Only there was no one behind him.

He frowned, waking up further. One quick glance at the nearby clock confirmed it was a ridiculous time in the morning, a time when no sane person should be up and about.

Maybe Matt had gone to the bathroom?

His mind helpfully provided a few different scenarios, such as him on his knees licking Matt’s cock while water cascaded around them, or him being pressed face-first into the mirror, ass out in the air as Matt slowly fucked him from behind.

He hummed in a leisurely way, liking all those ideas, none of which were really a stretch for him. He quickly rolled out of bed. He had no idea where their bags had gone to, and he didn’t bother with clothes, because what would have been the point? Once he found Matt, clothes would only provide an obstacle to getting sweaty and busy, and his modesty clearly would withstand walking around the house buck naked. It wasn’t as if he were shy or something.

Well, at least not about sex, anyway.

Jayden ducked into the bathroom, expecting to find Matt there, but once again he came up empty-handed. He wasn’t quite ready to throw in the metaphorical towel yet, so he walked around the house for a bit, searching for his missing lover. Eventually, though, it became clear he wasn’t going to get his morning wish. Damn, what a shame.

He was just about to holler out the man’s name when he heard faint voices coming from somewhere nearby. Of course he went to investigate. He wasn’t trying to be quiet, but apparently he made little to no sound, since the two men didn’t notice him come to a halt outside the half-open door.

It had taken Jayden a few seconds to figure out that hearing “voices” clearly meant more than one person was talking, and he was only half-surprised when he saw Matt’s companion was no one but Scott.

What was he doing here now?

Listening to a private conversation wasn’t behavior he was proud of, but no force in the world would’ve been able to pry him away from his spot right now.

“You can’t just keep him.” Scott’s voice sounded reasonable even though his words were odd.

“Why not?” Matt countered, and even without being able to see them clearly, Jayden could picture perfectly the stubborn look on the man’s handsome face.

Conflicting emotions raced through him, his heart wavering between the love he was starting to feel for Matt and his newfound worry that Scott was here to talk some sense into his ex-lover, getting him to leave him before they had gotten their chance.

“He’s not one of us. He doesn’t know what he is getting himself into,” Scott said in his most logical voice.

That had Jayden rolling his eyes. This was about
money
?

“I love him.”

“Matt,” Scott implored, “he isn’t like
us
. Do you really want to do this?” There was enough emphasis on the word “us” to have Jayden’s forehead crinkling in thought; he was aware he was missing something significant, but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out what.

Jayden was slowly getting the impression they were actually talking about more than just wealth, because if his lack of funds were the reason for this conversation, then it didn’t quite add up. He might not understand the subtext in the room, but he could practically feel the air vibrating with it.

He frowned, leaning closer as if reducing the distance was going to enable him to understand by osmosis what was going on.

“This can’t work out. Please, Matt, if you love the guy, think about it for a minute. You’ve got to let him go.”

Jayden blinked, feeling his life tilting on its head, because seriously?

“This isn’t up for debate,” was Matt’s reply, and Jayden couldn’t stand it any longer. He barged into the room, forgetting the fact he was as naked as the day he was born. His hands found their way onto his hips, and he was staring down at Matt with an intensity that surely would’ve set the room on fire if such a thing were possible.

“What are you talking about?” he demanded, question forced out through clenched teeth. He was panting as if he had run a mile, and his eyes were narrowed to slits. Hadn’t Matt said only last night that he liked his slanted, cat-like eyes? Well, how would he like it if his kitten actually used his claws?

For a few moments, silence reigned in the room; both men looked as if their sweet little cat had morphed into a tiger out of nowhere.

“Uhm, excuse me,” Scott hurried to say, retreating out of the room while Matt took a few steps forward.

He was bare-chested, clad only in loose-fitting sweatpants, and his naked feet were making almost no sound as he walked across the tiled kitchen floor.

“Scott was trying to look out for you,” Matt pointed out.

Jayden huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, because from where he had been standing, it had sounded more like Scott had been trying to get Matt to dump him. How was that
looking out for him
?

Matt tilted his head, his eyes slightly narrowed. Jayden had to swallow hard when his intense gaze held his for a few seconds before the man rubbed his jaw as if thinking things through.

Jayden’s eyes flickered over to where Scott had disappeared, and for a moment, the flare of jealousy flashing through him was startling enough to leave his mouth hanging open. He blinked, closing his lips as quickly as he could. It wouldn’t do to be standing around like some slack-jawed idiot. It was bad enough he was buck naked while trying to have a discussion about their relationship. Talk about awkward!

“You sure you love me?” Matt asked, totally out of the blue, and if possible at all, Jayden’s slanted eyes narrowed even further. Matt was
his
, and he wasn’t going to back away just because they might encounter some difficulties. Matt, though, only crooked an eyebrow at him, clearly amused. “Answer me,” he demanded.

Heat flared up in Jayden’s heart and body, and without realizing it, his hands balled into fists. “I love you; what more do you want me to say?” He shrugged his bony shoulders, sending a slightly crooked smile toward the other man.

A door banged somewhere in the house, and Jayden sighed. He sincerely hoped Scott was going away, because he wasn’t ready to run into Matt’s ex yet again. He knew Matt was still friends with him and always would be. He had been very clear on his feelings for the man. But Jayden still felt very insecure about his own place in Matt’s heart. Until he got that figured out, he would always see Scott as competition, and he never fared well when it came to that. He always got tied up in knots, and unlike some people, being challenged didn’t make him live up to his potential—it made him want to run and hide.

His father had trained him well to bow down and submit instead of standing up for himself. For years his old man had always been stronger than Jayden was, and this form of behavior had become ingrained. He knew it was cowardly, but if given a choice—and if his life didn’t depend on it—he would always walk away from conflict rather than fight. He wasn’t proud of it, and he was working on it, but he didn’t hold out much hope that the personality trait would change any time soon.

“How am I…?” Matt’s voice faltered, and for a moment it showed how young he still was. Jayden often forgot because Matt always seemed to be in control of everything, but he knew regardless of what image the man presented to the world that deep down he was just as messed up as Jayden was.

The man had scars on his body, scars that shouldn’t be there, and he had a temper and sometimes a wild, dangerous side that couldn’t possibly be the result of a normal, spoiled upbringing.