Just Kidding (SWAT Generation 2.0 #1)(37)

Stopping at the door that I’d yet to get blinds or curtains on, I looked out.

I could see the flame now, but not from the same direction.

But it was so dark outside that there was no light at all.

Meaning when I went outside, I hoped that it was Dax in the shadows and not some random man.

Turning the lock and stepping out without much thought to what I was wearing or what I was doing, I wasn’t surprised to hear the singing abruptly stop.

“Shit, did I wake you?” Dax’s rough voice said.

The tendrils of excitement at seeing Dax again started to seep through me.

“No,” I lied, my eyes going to the Citronella candle at his side. “I was already awake. Those nightmares are intense.”

He snorted. “You’re such a liar.”

I shrugged. “Well, I would like to point out that you’re right outside my window. It was inevitable, and I think that you know that.”

He paused as if he considered lying.

Then laughed softly. “Maybe I did.”

I walked over to the bench that Dax was sitting on and gestured for him to scoot over.

He did, opening up a spot big enough for me to park my ass on it. Barely.

I sat down and immediately felt a jolt of shock leech into me as my ass met the cold metal.

“Woo,” I said, standing back up. “That’s fucking cold.”

He chuckled and said, “That’s why I changed into my jeans before coming out here. It really cools down at night.” With that, he moved to the spot I’d just vacated, then gestured for me to take his previous seat.

I did, then pulled my knees up to my chest and tucked them underneath the sweatshirt.

“I see you’re still wearing my sweatshirt,” he commented, his voice hypnotizing.

I licked my lips and contemplated how to answer him.

“I… it smelled good. And it was comforting after watching both of those scary movies,” I admitted.

He didn’t say anything for a really long time. So long that I started to feel jittery.

“I…”

Before I could even finish my thought, he was on me.

His mouth was on mine, and I was suddenly in his lap, my mouth on his.

I wasn’t sure who really made the first move. Him or me.

But I didn’t second-guess myself. I just went with it, because there was nothing more in the world that I wanted to do right now but kiss the man that I couldn’t stop thinking about.

His thighs felt like rock hard slabs of cement underneath my fleshy ass, and I shifted on him so that I could get more comfortable. Which also put me into very close contact with his cock.

He growled into my mouth when I wiggled, rubbing my butt along it.

“Going too fast. Slow,” he ordered, stilling my hips.

I didn’t want to go slow. In fact, I wanted to speed right into stripping down to nothing, ordering him to do the same, and jumping on his cock.

I obviously conveyed that wordlessly because he crooned at me.

“I know,” he muttered. “But fuck, I’ve been wanting that sweet ass for a while now. It’s the best kind of torture, waiting on you.”

I was already opening my mouth to disagree with him when he said what he said next.

“I know you’re ready.” He pressed his lips to mine. “But I want to make sure that you’re seeing me when I’m with you, and not…”

I shut him up with my hand over his mouth.

“It’s not been Theo that I’ve been thinking about this last week,” I told him bluntly. “When I touch my head, I think about that cute Anna hat you gave me. When I touch my hand, I thought about how you held it while you were getting a tattoo. When I use my vibrator, it’s definitely been your cock that’s inside me. Not some piece of plastic. Not some other man’s. Yours.”

His growl reverberated against my chest.

Then, without another word, I was up and moving toward the door.

He had his hands on my ass, and he was carrying me as if I weighed nothing more than a feather.

I gasped at the sudden movement, my arms going around his neck and my legs hooking around his hips.

He snatched the handle of the door up with a quick move that only had his hand off my ass for a half a second, then we were inside.

I could see a small light coming from the direction of his bedroom, and he followed the illumination taking long, fast steps.

“Shit,” he said when his foot slammed into something solid.

He stopped, cursed, then tightened his hand on my ass.

“Put me down,” I ordered.

He ignored me and hobbled toward the light, the area getting brighter and brighter until he was standing in his bedroom.

The light was from the closet, and it was bright enough for me to see the burning desire in his eyes as he laid me down onto the bed.

He followed me down, his hands clenching into fists and pushing into the bed on either side of my head.

I wiggled, unable to help myself, and felt him as well as saw him chuckle.

“Not rushing this,” he growled. “I’m taking my sweet time.”

Sweet time? That wasn’t something that I needed. I needed his cock inside me. I needed to come. I needed to watch him come. All in that order.

What I did not need was him teasing…

He trailed his mouth down my collarbone, pulling the sweatshirt down out of the way in order to do so.