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“ Fuuuuuuuck .” Jay let his head drop against Ryden’s shoulder. “You’re an asshole.”

Ryden chuckled. “This is news?”

“You can’t say things like that and make me all, you know.” He wriggled on the desk, making Ryden chuckle. “When we can’t do a damn thing about it.”

“Hey, you asked me what I was thinkin’. All I did was answer your question.”

Jay worried his bottom lip. “Lock the door.”

“What?” Ryden’s stomach flipped.

“Lock the door,” Jay hissed. “Hurry up.”

Ryden did as he was told, locking the door to his office.

When he turned around, he had an armful of Jay.

Oh fuck . They were back to kissing, and there was nothing sweet about it this time.

Ryden held Jay as he moved in the general direction of his couch, opening one eye to make sure he didn’t fall on his ass and take Jay with him.

Jay kissed Ryden like he’d been starved for his mouth for years, and maybe he had been.

“Jay, we can’t… Someone will hear.” What the fuck is wrong with you, man? Shut up and let the gorgeous guy on his knees sex you up!

Jay kneeled between Ryden’s legs, fumbling to unfasten Ryden’s belt.

Snapping himself out of it and throwing caution to the wind because, holy shit, Jay was on his knees for him , Ryden quickly undid his pants and shoved them down.

His boxer briefs were wet from his precome and when he lifted his hips again so Jay could pull down his underwear, his cock was rock hard.

Jay’s low groan had Ryden about to come undone when he wrapped a hand around Ryden’s length, looked up at him from below those beautiful lowered lashes, then swallowed Ryden down the back of his throat.

Ryden slapped a hand over his mouth to keep himself from making any noise despite how badly he wanted to shout out how fucking incredible this felt.

His eyes almost rolled into the back of his head.

Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck . Oh God, it felt so fucking good.

Having had his fair share of blow jobs over the years, he could safely say that none had ever come close to what Jay was doing to him.

Jay slid one hand under Ryden’s shirt to tweak his nipple, making him jump and thrust his hips up, making Jay moan.

He took Ryden’s wrist and moved his hand onto his head.

The man was going to fucking kill him. Ryden grabbed a fistful of Jay’s hair, taking the hint and holding Jay down while Ryden fucked his mouth.

“Fuck, darlin’,” Ryden whispered, his voice breathy.

“I’m not gonna last.” Which was probably a good thing, considering the number of people on the other side of that door.

Feeling his muscles tighten, Ryden covered his mouth with his free hand and thrust one more time as he came down Jay’s throat.

His orgasm ripped through him, and he thrust his hips up into Jay’s mouth a couple more times before releasing him, his chest rising and falling in pants.

Jay wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb and straddled Ryden’s lap.

He cupped his face and ran a hand through Ryden’s hair, the tender gesture squeezing Ryden’s heart.

Oh. Shit. He hadn’t just been in denial about feeling something for Jay; he’d been falling for him.

All those years of teasing him, pushing every button, Ryden had been sinking deeper into those big blue eyes, and now he was drowning.

“Shh,” Jay planted little kisses up Ryden’s jaw. “Don’t overthink it.” He kissed Ryden, and this time it was soft and sweet. “I’m looking forward to you wrecking me tonight.”

The thought alone had Ryden’s dick twitching. He took hold of Jay’s waist and squeezed. “Oh, I would very much love that, sweetheart.”

Jay smiled, and it stole Ryden’s breath away.

He was about to ask Jay to come home with him after work when a knock sounded at the door.

Jay quickly got off him, straightening his clothes and fixing his hair while Ryden jumped off the couch and pulled up his pants.

When Jay nodded, Ryden unlocked the door, relieved when Saint stepped in.

He looked from Jay to Ryden, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

His knowing grin suddenly turned into a frown. Well, that didn’t bode well.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I thought you should know Finch is here.”

“Thanks,” Ryden replied. “We’ll be right out.”

Saint nodded and left, closing the door behind him.

Jay sighed. “Well, that killed the mood.”

“Hey, look at me.” Ryden placed his fingers under Jay’s chin, lifting his head so their eyes could meet. “Whatever happens, I have your back.”

“Thank you.” Jay leaned in and kissed Ryden. It was quick but sweet. “I meant what I said. Tonight.”

Ryden nodded and followed Jay’s lead, heading for the office door. Jay’s cheeks were pink, but he’d smoothed down his hair and clothes, making him impeccable again.

Shoulders back and head held high, Jay left the office looking as confident as he always did. They were both a little flushed and breathless, so it was obvious they’d been up to something in there, but no one said a word, not even Ace.

Outside, a guy Ryden had never seen before spoke to King.

It had to be Finch. To say he was the opposite of Jay in every way would have been an understatement.

The guy was as big as King, with pitch-black hair, a chiseled jaw, amber eyes, and muscles that stretched his shirt’s fabric within an inch of its life.

Everything about the guy screamed military, except for the length of his hair, which was long enough to curl around his ears. He had the kind of smile that could charm the pants off anyone if he weren’t such an asshole.

When Finch caught sight of Jay, he did a double-take, his smile widening. Wait. Was Finch happy to see his brother?

“Well, hey there, Jaybird,” Finch drawled. “Looking pretty as a peacock, as always. Come here and give your big brother a hug.”

Jay rolled his eyes, squeaking when Finch grabbed him and pulled him into a bear hug. Releasing him, Finch chuckled at Jay’s annoyed huff. He lifted his gaze, and something odd flashed through his eyes. Brushing past his brother, he held out a hand to Ryden.

“Semper Fi.”

“Ooh Rah,” Ryden replied, taking Finch’s hand and shaking it.

“Finch Starling. And you are?” His gaze raked over Ryden in a way that couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than what it was.

Interest.

What in the holy hell?

“Ryden. Foster.”

Finch met his gaze and held it. “Looking forward to working with you, Marine.” He squeezed Ryden’s hand, his thumb briefly brushing Ryden’s skin before he let go. Ignoring Jay’s startled expression, he turned back to King. “Where do you want me?”

“Conference room,” King replied, looking uncharacteristically perplexed. He hadn’t missed the exchange and, like Ryden, had no idea what to make of it. “I’ll lead the way.” He walked off with Finch on his heels.

If Ryden didn’t know better, he’d say Finch was interested in him. Jay’s brother was straight. Wasn’t he? It was why he gave Jay so much hell. Ryden turned to Jay and leaned in, lowering his voice.

“I thought your brother was straight.”

“He is.” Jay shook his head. “That was just…weird.”

“But y’all haven’t talked in a long time, right?”

Jay worried his bottom lip. “A few years ago, he tried calling me, but I refused to answer. I texted him that I didn’t want to talk to him.

” He moved his gaze to Ryden. “You think…?” He shook his head again.

“No. Nope. My brother took every opportunity he could to make my life miserable for being gay. He’s messing with me. ”

“How is flirtin’ with me messing with you?” It wasn’t as if Finch knew something was going on between them, and even if he did, the man was straight.

Jay narrowed his eyes. “I don’t know, but he’s up to something.

I can feel it. Why would he answer my call, much less agree to help?

Then he flirts with you like no one’s watching?

Yeah, he’s up to something. Don’t let your guard down around him.

If he thinks he can mess with me now like he did in high school, he’s about to regret his life choices. ”

Oh boy. Something told Ryden this operation was about to get much more dangerous.