Heat Stroke (Beach Kingdom, #2)(63)

Having his family within spitting distance should have been enough to lose his erection, but Jamie smelled too good and his hand was resting on Marcus’s thigh now—and it was hopeless. “Help me.”

“Okay, hang tight.”

“Bad choice of words, babe.”

Jamie plowed a hand through his hair and turned to address Marcus’s father and Joey. “I just remembered I have to count out my register in back. Forgot all about it. Marcus is going to help me so we can get back quicker.”

“Math,” Marcus offered in a strangled voice. “Going to help do math and things.”

“Right,” Joey said, smirking. “Take your time.”

Marcus’s father slid the answer sheet and pencil over in front of himself, cracking his knuckles. “Don’t you worry, men. I got this.”

Jamie stared after the paper longingly for a moment, then took Marcus by the hand and pulled him through the busy bar while Marcus tried not to limp. Some of the customers they passed did a double take over seeing him and Jamie holding hands, but that only made Marcus’s dick harder. Damn right, he’s mine.

“Ouch,” Marcus ground out, his cock fighting for freedom against the walls of its cage. “What if I die, Jamie? What if I don’t live long enough to marry you? How long would you wait to move on?”

“Enough with the crazy talk,” Jamie said, herding Marcus into the back office and locking the door. “I’d never get over you. I’d never move on. Now drop your pants.”

Marcus threw his back up against the door and groaned, his hands shaking as he undid his belt. “You’re making me harder on purpose.”

“We’ve gone over this. Everything makes you harder.”

“Everything you do.”

Lips twitching, Jamie shooed Marcus’s hands away and finished the task of unbuckling his belt and lowering the zipper of his jeans. When Jamie tugged down Marcus’s boxer briefs, he took a quick step back and observed the crime scene. “Oh…wow, baby. It looks like a bratwurst trying to fit inside a thimble.”

A laugh rushed out of Marcus, but that hurt, too, so he cut himself off with a whimper. “Jamie, please. Please. It’s the little gold key on your ring.”

Jamie’s eyes ticked up to his, and Marcus saw the arousal there. “What’s going to happen when we let it out?”

Marcus couldn’t form words. He was already so hard, he was in danger of cutting off his own circulation. Now Jamie was turned on, too? Marcus’s teeth bared themselves and he started to shake, his fingers tearing ineffectually at the tiny lock position on the base of the cock cage. “I don’t know,” he rasped. “It feels like I’m going to come as soon as it’s off.”

Jamie’s fingertips brushed over a section of exposed flesh on the side of Marcus’s dick, making his shaft jerk painfully, his eyes rolling back in his head. “I know I laughed at this idea, but…” Jamie reached down and squeezed the bulge growing behind his fly. “But I love it. God, I probably love it way too much.”

“Oh fuck fuck fuck. I’m sorry, Jamie.”

Marcus pushed off the wall and backed Jamie across the room, spinning his fiancé around and throwing him face down over the desk. He reached into Jamie’s pocket and took out his keys, his breathing labored as he searched for the right one. As soon as the golden key came into view, Marcus hurried through inserting it into the lock and twisting, moaning like a tortured animal when the metal loosened and fell off his cock onto the floor. Clank.

But the agony didn’t end there. Marcus’s body cried out for relief so loudly, he could only obey its demands. Now now now. He took a small bottle of lube out of his pocket and set it on the corner of the desk, before he essentially ripped Jamie’s pants and briefs down to his ankles, exposing the tight, bare ass that had occupied his fantasies for years. His hands climbed over the mounds of Jamie’s cheeks and molded them roughly. “Mine.”

“Yours. That’s right,” Jamie breathed, his hands clutching the sides of the desk. “Now fill me up with what’s mine.”

Licking his lips, Marcus drizzled lube in the split of Jamie’s ass and used his fingers to massage the way in. Neither one of them could wait long, though, and within moments, Marcus was pressing his cock deep inside Jamie with a prolonged growl. “Oh my God.” He fell on top of Jamie and humped him like a fucking animal, the legs of the desk scraping on the floor. Within seconds, the base of his spine was tightening, tightening and he couldn’t obey his mind’s command to slow down. “Jamie it hurts. I can’t hold it in.”

Jamie’s knuckles were white from gripping the desk. “Yes you can.”

The sound of the smacking flesh got faster, louder. “No. No. I can’t.”

“You will wait.” Jamie grunted from the force of Marcus’s thrust. “Or I’ll make you stop and put it back in the cage.”

Marcus bit off a curse and slowed the pumping of his hips, even though it almost killed him. Christ, he loved when Jamie ordered him around when they were physical. He loved it so much. It made something inside him whole, made him aware of capabilities he didn’t know he possessed. The connection between them burned hot at all times, but it was times like this, Marcus knew in his bones that his soul had recognized Jamie the first time they met. As the love of his life and the keeper of his lust—and his lust had tastes that continued to be revealed through Jamie’s touch, words, presence.