Page 14 of Exhale (Out for Justice #8)

T om joined them on the back porch, preventing any further conversation or the opportunity to kiss.

“What brings you two boys to my neck of the woods?” Tom asked, settling into one of the lounge chairs and sipping a cup of coffee.

“We’re on a job to take down a drug boss by the name of Billy Danner,” Owen said.

Marsha came out and handed a cup of coffee to him and one to Owen, and they both thanked her.

Jordan wasn’t surprised that Owen had shared with Tom after finding out that Tom had worked for the FBI and had worked with both Dave and Rossi.

“Before I retired a few years ago, I had my run-ins with Danner,” Tom said with a slow shake of his head. “I hope like hell you get that son of a bitch.”

“He took my sons,” Owen said.

“Oh man, I’m sorry to hear that. I’ll call a few contacts and see if they might’ve seen Danner lately,” Tom offered.

“I’d appreciate that,” Owen said.

“And on that note,” Jordan said and stood. “I need to get cracking.”

“You’re not leaving, are you?” Tom looked disappointed.

“Nope, I have some encrypted data to get into,” Jordan said, his smile a bit cocky, he knew, but he couldn’t help it.

“You need me?” Owen asked, his hands on the arms of the chair as if to rise.

“Yeah…” he said, letting the word linger. “But finish your coffee.”

A flush started up Owen’s neck, and Jordan grinned before he headed into the house.

He really liked this cat-and-mouse game they were suddenly playing.

And even though they had already had sex, waiting was going to be all that much sweeter.

Anticipation heated his blood.

A few hours later…

“Not yet,” Jordan complained, gasping.

Owen was thankful the spare room was in the basement and on a side of the house where it was completely private.

Otherwise, the Richardsons would have gotten an earful.

The man above him was not quiet by any means, and Owen loved every fucking sound.

Jordan, straddling his hips, gazed down at him.

“You’re in control, baby,” Owen said.

“I am,” Jordan replied with a sultry gyration of his hips, taking his cock deeper, if that was even possible.

Owen groaned and ran his hands up and over Jordan’s chest, feeling the hard, sleek muscles beneath the man’s skin.

“Don’t slow down,” he ordered with a groan.

“Don’t you want to take it slow?” Jordan whispered teasingly, looking into his eyes.

“Fuck no,” he rasped. Slow was the last goddamned thing he wanted.

Jordan snickered, lifted up, and slammed his ass down on his dick two more times.

“Fuck,” he hissed, hips bucking.

Jordan sucked in a soft breath, licked his lips, and lowered down on his thick, hard dick a third time so fucking slowly that Owen thought he’d blow a gasket. He held the younger man’s gaze and took hold of his hips, trying to force Jordan down, but the man was having none of that.

Jordan slowly lowered one more time, gyrating his hips, and that was all it took.

“Nhhh fuck,” Owen groaned, his fingers digging into the man’s hips. “I can’t hold it,”

Jordan ground down again, and Owen lost it.

His release came hot and hard, racing up his spine, squeezing his balls and filling Jordan’s ass.

Jordan convulsed above him, ropes of cum sprayed from the man’s dick, streaking across Owen’s chest.

Quaking, Jordan sank forward against his chest, and Owen held him tightly. They lay like that until their breathing evened out. Owen was comfortable, and if he had his way, he’d never leave this spot.

Jordan was already zonked out and didn’t seem to mind sleeping all sticky together, and Owen sure the hell wasn’t going to complain.

Being with Jordan like this was a dream come true. And years in the making, if he were being honest.

But they both had obligations, plus a job to do. Finding his sons was the top priority, and then Owen would take the steps to cement Jordan into his future.

A clock ticked somewhere in the room, and Owen let that lull him into sleep.