On the Clock (Market Garden, #8)(64)

So he leaned forward and wrapped an arm around Jason’s waist. Then Jason started to go down, and Blake followed, and together, they sank onto the mattress, pinning Blake’s arm beneath them, and Blake buried his face against Jason’s neck. Every breath tasted like Jason’s scent, and he inhaled deeply, seeking more.

Jason gasped, so Blake thrust harder. Another gasp, this time followed by a moan, and a shudder, and muffled curses.

“Was starting to think . . .” Blake kissed the side of his neck and struggled to find his breath as he rode Jason faster. “Starting to think I’d never feel you like this again. Never feel . . .” He gritted his teeth. “Never feel you come again.”

“Would’ve been a shame.” Jason arched beneath him, tightened around him. “’Cause . . . no one’s ever made me come like you do.”

Blake shivered and pressed his teeth into Jason’s shoulder. “Likewise. Love the . . .” He exhaled hard, his rhythm falling to pieces as he tried to move, speak, and keep his orgasm back a moment longer. “Love the way you feel. Especially when you come.”

Jason sucked in a breath. He clenched even tighter around Blake, so Blake f*cked him as hard as he could, and Jason rewarded him with a long, strangled moan. Every tremor seemed to reverberate right through Blake too, as if he were the one who was coming, and then suddenly, he was. He thrust into Jason, and didn’t make a sound as wave upon wave of electricity rippled through him.

Finally, they both collapsed. They didn’t have far to go, but it felt like they’d dropped out of the sky and landed on Jason’s bed. Blake carefully lifted himself up on shaking arms so Jason could breathe, but that was the only conscious thought he had left.

Well, besides the one taking up most of his orgasm-rattled brain:

I could stay like this forever.





They lay in silence for a while, catching their breath and letting the dust settle. Jason rested his head on Blake’s shoulder, and Blake had wrapped an arm around him. This had become their automatic position after fooling around, and returning to it now was an even greater relief than tumbling into bed with him in the first place.

Craning his neck, Blake glanced past Jason at the clock beside the bed.

4:15.

Right about now, a plane was taking off from Heathrow, destination Newark. Someone in coach was thrilled about the extra elbow room and overhead space thanks to a passenger who hadn’t shown up to take his seat.

Here in Jason’s flat, lying beneath tangled sheets with the man who’d almost slipped through his fingers, Blake had never been so happy to miss a flight, even if it meant catching hell from his business partners.

He kissed the top of Jason’s head.

“You awake?” Jason asked.

“Surprisingly.”

“Me too.” Jason stretched his arm over Blake’s chest. “I still can’t believe you were serious about this.”

“I wouldn’t have flown all this way if I hadn’t been.”

“I know.” Jason sighed. “It’s . . . weird, I guess. I told myself I’d never fall for a client, but . . .” He lifted his head. “I think you stopped being a john a long time ago.”

Blake touched his face. “I stopped thinking of you as a prostitute a long time ago too.” He paused, then added, “And yes, I’m serious about what I said. I don’t want to make you quit Market Garden.”

“I won’t be there forever.”

“No, you won’t. But leave when you’re ready. On your terms. Not for me.”

Jason nodded. Then he shifted around and turned on his side, so Blake mirrored him. Beneath the sheet, Jason clasped Blake’s hand in his. “This is so surreal.”

“Tell me about it.”

Jason kissed his fingers and met his gaze. “The logistics are going to be tough.”

“They will. All we can really do for now is give it a go as a long-distance relationship and see how that works. After a while, we can decide if we want to take the ocean out of the equation.”

Jason smiled, running his fingers through Blake’s hair. “We’ll have to follow up on that request to have the bloody pond removed.”

“Yeah, we will.” Blake kissed him softly. “Is this the part where I’m supposed to be all romantic and tell you I’d swim across it if you asked me to?”

“Swim?” Jason shuddered. “You ever been in that damned water? It’s f*cking cold.”

“I know it is.”

One eyebrow rose. “So would you swim across it if I asked you to?”

“Not a chance.”

Jason burst out laughing. “Arsehole.”

Blake chuckled. “But anytime you want me to fly across it, all you have to do is say the word.”

Jason met his gaze, and he sobered. “What if I said I didn’t want you to fly across it?”

Blake’s stomach flipped. “Like, if you didn’t want me to come back?”

“No.” Jason held his hand a little tighter. “I mean, if I didn’t want you to go back.”

Smiling, Blake lifted his head and kissed Jason’s lips. “I have to go back sometimes, but you’d better believe I’ll be here as much as I can be. And anytime you want to come to my side . . .”