Page 22 of Fire and Smoke (Nothing Special #9)

Lawson (Law) Sheppard

By dawn, Law was filthy, exhausted, and even after the constant arguing, he was still grinning.

Wes dropped down on the stool, staring at him, breathing hard.

The finished prototypes were lined on the worktable, gleaming under the basement lights—polished, primed, and ready to show off.

“You’re an asshole,” Wes said.

Law stepped forward. “You’re a control freak.”

He swallowed, eyes dropping to Wes’s mouth.

Wes stretched, his arms high over his head before he climbed onto Law’s lap without a word. He cupped the back of his neck and dipped down for a lazy, open-mouthed kiss.

Wes began a subtle grind, drawing a low groan from Law’s throat as he became intoxicated by the movement.

He pressed his forehead to Wes’s temple, inhaling the chemicals and sweat sticking to his skin, and whispered. “I need you to believe me when I say this.”

Wes closed his eyes. “Don’t.”

Law ignored him.

“You’re the only thing that’s ever mattered to me.”

“Law,” Wes groaned.

He placed a gentle, chaste kiss on Wes’s bristly cheek. “I know you’re still unsure about all this…but…just give me a chance to make things right first.”

Law slid his hand up Wes’s back, to his neck, massaging the tension that seemed to never fade.

“I love you, and I want you to have your career back.”

Wes buried his face in his throat. “I can’t handle your form of love, Law. You stir shit up, fuck me to say you’re sorry, and when there’s trouble bigger than you can fix with your charm or your dick…you leave.”

Ouch.

Law shook his head.

“Now we’re so far out of our league I can’t even think straight, and I’m just waiting on all of this to explode in our faces again.”

Law pulled Wes’s face from its hiding place and put their foreheads together. “I swear on my fuckin’ life that I won’t ever leave you again, Wes…not even if you ask me to.”

Wes shook his head as if he didn’t believe him.

“Please,” Law begged, he wasn’t afraid or ashamed to. For Wes, he’d get down on his knees.

Wes groaned as Law dragged his nose down his cheek until their lips were almost touching, thrusting his hips up in a slow, steady rhythm.

“Say yes.”

Wes tensed in his arms, and Law surged forward and closed his mouth over his, stealing the opportunity for him to say ‘no’.

They twisted together, mouths hungry, breaths ragged.

“I need you, right now,” he confessed between ravenous kisses.

And just as it’d been since they were teenagers, Wes surrendered and allowed Law to do what he wanted to him.

“What time does your mom get off?”

“Not for another couple of hours.”

“Good.” Law snapped his hips forward. “I want to hear you yelling my name.”