“Now that that’s settled,” the annoying yet cute reporter said impatiently, “can we get back to you giving me a few minutes of your time to answers some questions about Jesse Grant?”
Drex let out a growl of displeasure at the way Zane was being talked to. Zane was a sweetheart of a guy, and there was no way Drex was going to allow anyone to treat him like he were gum on the bottom of a shoe.
Both Zane and the reporter looked over at him in alarm. But it was desire most of all that shone in those muddy brown eyes of the cutie he was watching.
“Uhm,” Zane said. “Look…” Zane appeared to be trying to remember the guy’s name.
“Jon-a-than.” Jonathan talked to Zane as if he were a child instead of a very busy man who had forgotten the guy’s name.
Unless Drex was completely wrong, which he doubted, Zane appeared to be one more insult from punching Jonathan in the face. “Look, Jonathan,” Zane said with so much derision that Drex nearly shouted his approval, “I happen to run a business and at the moment don’t have the time or the inclination to talk with you. Now if you wouldn’t mind, I would appreciate you leaving.”
Jonathan’s back had straightened as if he were preparing for a fight. “Please,” Jonathan said flippantly. “You’re a small town bakery. How much business can you possibly have? I am trying to find out the truth about Jesse Grant, who could possibly end up running this town. You’re a fool if you think there is anything more important than that.”
“Watch it, boy.” Drex had had enough of Jonathan’s attitude. He didn’t care how much his ankle hurt at the moment. “You keep up that childish attitude and I will take you over my knee.”
There they were again, the flames of desire. But just as quickly as they'd appeared, the lust was suddenly gone and that narrow-eyed look of derision was back. “And just how do you think you’ll accomplish that? From where I stand—” The way Jonathan said the last word was directed at Drex’s obviously hurt ankle. “—you aren’t exactly up—” There it was again and Drex was seconds from proving Jonathan wrong. “—to going through with that threat.”
That was it. Drex had had enough. There was no way he was going to let anyone talk to him like that, especially not a pompous, egotistical reporter.
“Damn was that hot,” Jesse said as he and Gabriel walked into the bakery. “We really need to start filming this stuff. It would be great advertising.”
Gabriel shook his head as if he were tired of having the same conversation. “I told you, I agree with Ryder. It would bring the wrong kind of people.”
“Whatever.” There was that classic eye roll only Jesse could give. “Jonathan. I’m so glad we found you.”
The thing with Jesse, he was able to turn any situation around into an advantage. “I have so many people that I still need to introduce you to. But first, I think it is important to have an article in each week’s paper about the meetings we have on Monday mornings for the festivals we plan each month.”
Jonathan blinked at how fast Jesse spoke even as he was walking to the counter where Brenda was waiting with his normal drink, a caramel macchiato. She also had a regular coffee for Gabriel and a large box of pastries for the meeting.
Jesse ignored all but his macchiato. “As soon as I drink some of this we’ll start heading over to Ryder’s office. Since we’re a bit early, I’ll be able to show you around downtown.” He only stopped to take that first sip. A huge sigh came out as if he’d been waiting all morning for his coffee.
Jonathan’s mouth dropped open at Jesse’s non-stop chattering. When he’d stopped to take a drink, Jonathan said, “I actually have several things to do today and won’t be…”
Before Jonathan could finish, Jesse waved away his excuses. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. You can do that later.” There was no way Jesse could possibly know if Jonathan could put off his plans or not. Then again, when it came to Jesse, he never worried about butting into someone’s business.
“Trust me,” Jesse said as he shooed Gabriel over to the counter to get the box of pastries and his own coffee. Then Jesse linked his arm through Jonathan’s, who clearly had no idea what was happening as Jesse walked them to the door. “You don’t want to miss this. We will be discussing the next festival, where we’re planning a Halloween extravaganza for the weekend before Halloween.”
Zane was already at the door, holding it open. “We will actually be having two festivals in one. There will be a more kid-friendly half that will be held on the main festival grounds. But then we’ll also have a haunted…”
Drex couldn’t hear any more as they had left the bakery and headed down the sidewalk with Gabriel shaking his head and grinning like a loon, following them.
“What an ass,” Zane said as he shut the door behind the trio. “What was Ryder thinking, hiring him?”
Drex couldn’t exactly deny that Zane was right about Jonathan. But he also couldn’t stop thinking about having Jonathan draped over his thighs with that sweet bubble butt raised up in the perfect position for his hand.
Jonathan cried out in relief when firm lips took his in a brain-melting kiss. Arms banned around his upper body, picking him up from the floor and carrying him out of the room and down the hall. He sighed in relief when that hard body pressed into his as they landed on a large mattress.
He welcomed the weight of Drex on top of him, luxuriating in the feel of all those muscles pinning him down. As much as Jonathan loved being bound in ropes, there was just something about having a man restraining him that had his cock hard and leaking.
It was as if Drex was letting Jonathan know that he didn’t need things like ropes and handcuffs to keep Jonathan exactly where he wanted him. When Jonathan tried to push his hips up for more friction to his aching prick, Drex’s thighs kept him immobilized.
Jonathan let out a whimper of both need and frustration. He might as well have not made a sound for all the difference it made to Drex as he continued to kiss Jonathan on his own terms, not letting things progress any faster just because it was what Jonathan wanted. That turned Jonathan on even more, for Drex was showing him exactly who was in charge and it wasn’t Jonathan.
Everything Drex did had made things so hot, Jonathan was sure he was going to combust if he didn’t feel those rough hands on his naked skin. He continued to whimper and whine for more, but Drex only kissed him deeper.
Their tongues slid together, causing Jonathan to shiver as he could only imagine how it would feel if Drex were naked and it was their dicks rubbing against each other. He wanted all of Drex. To feel the man inside of him until Jonathan knew he’d been thoroughly claimed.
“Damn, love, you make me forget myself,” Drex whispered as he released Jonathan’s lips to kiss along Jonathan’s jaw before nipping the fleshy lobe of his ear. “Tell me you want this as much as I do.”
Jonathan blinked to find himself staring into those dark brown eyes that had a way of making Jonathan forget those lessons he’d learned growing up and believe this was real. “More than anything I want to be yours.” It was as if Jonathan was helpless to do anything but tell the truth.
He might end up regretting it later, but right now, he just wanted to feel as if this was possible. That Drex would want him forever and not just until Jonathan screwed up. “Please,” Jonathan begged.
Drex reached to the side of the bed. Jonathan heard a drawer open but before he could turn his head to see what Drex was doing, his lips were taken once more and Jonathan was sure he was drowning in lust for this man who seemed to know exactly what Jonathan needed.
Hands gripped his thighs and tilted them up into the air. Then slick fingers were at his hole and Jonathan gasped at the burn of two very thick fingers being shoved inside of him. His dick throbbed as he quickly adjusted to the invasion.
He tried to force those fingers in deeper, but again, Drex held him still. He heard himself let out a pitiful whimper.
A deep chuckle from Drex had his balls rolling in their sack. “You can try, love. But I’m not about to let you take over.”
Damn. How did Drex seem to know what to do and say to push every one of Jonathan’s buttons? “I need,” Jonathan begged.
Those firm lips were curved up into a smile as Drex’s dark brown eyes stared down at him with a knowing look. “I know exactly what you need, boy.”
A third finger was suddenly pushed in with the other two, and Jonathan hissed as the burn seemed to envelop him. It was a perfect taste for what was to come. He may not have seen Drex’s cock, but he’d felt it through the man’s pants and there was no doubt it was quite large. Jonathan’s hole clenched down on those fingers as he imagined what was to come.
“Fuck,” Drex swore. “You are so damn tight.”
Then those fingers were gone and Jonathan cried out. Just as suddenly as Drex had pulled out, the head of his dick was at Jonathan’s entrance pushing to get in. He had no idea how or when Drex had unzipped his pants, but the feel of the material along his body, told him Drex hadn’t bothered to actually take them off.
He blew out and let Drex inside. A sigh of sheer bliss fell from his lips as he was once more filled. Then, just as if Drex had read his mind, he stared down at Jonathan with triumph in his eyes and said, “Mine.”
It was as if all of Jonathan’s fantasies had been handed to him and his orgasm rolled through him faster than a bullet, exploding out the end of his dick. There was no stopping it. It was just too powerful to control.
There were no words weightly enough to describe the sheer peace that settled over Jonathan as his eyes got too heavy to keep open and his brain became too fuzzy to hold any one thought. This was what Jonathan had been craving his whole life. A man who could give him everything he wanted, leaving Jonathan unable to stay inside his head with the doubts and insecurities that always seemed to plague him.
He wasn’t sure how it happened, but from one breath to the next sleep dragged him under. At least this way, he would get a little more time in Drex’s arms before the Dom threw him out for having no control and coming too soon. He’d be able to live in his fantasy for just a little bit longer.