Infuriating - Onley James Page 0,33

is saying one of his men ended up with a bullet in his knee and is now disabled for life. I tried to appease him, but he only wants to talk to you.”

“I’ll set up a phone meeting,” Jackson said.

“He wants it face to face. He wants you down here by tomorrow night or he’s walking with his whole account.”

Fuck.

“Yeah, alright. Call Pam and ask her to book a private charter and a spot on the terrace at La Mar for tomorrow night. I’ll start packing my bag.”

He hung up as Wyatt and Charlie came bounding down the stairs. “Bye, Jackson,” they called out in unison.

“Bye,” he echoed, staring up at Day’s open doorway.

Jackson walked up the stairs, resigned. He’d see if Linc could come stay with Day for the next few days while he tried to work things out with Fuentes. It was the logical thing to do. If Jackson was going to pull this one out of the fire, he needed to focus.

Day laid on his belly across the bed, those short white shorts he’d worn earlier molded to the generous swell of his ass as he thumbed over whatever he was looking at on his phone. Jackson crossed the room, blanketing Day’s body with his own. Day gave a startled breathy laugh before crossing his arms and resting his cheek on them so he could see Jackson over his shoulder. “Back for more already?” Day asked before catching his lower lip between his teeth in a look that let Jackson know Day wouldn’t refuse him. The thought had him getting hard once more.

“Don’t tempt me any more than you already are in those shorts,” Jackson said, his lips brushing across Day’s jaw and cheek. Jackson just couldn’t stop touching him. It was maddening. He pressed his cock against Day’s ass. Day wiggled beneath him invitingly. “Stop distracting me, you little tease.”

There was no malice in his words. If anything, the taunt only made Day more flirty, tilting his hips so he was grinding himself against Jackson’s throbbing erection.

“If you don’t stop that, I’m going to drag those shorts off you and bury myself in that tight little ass of yours, auction be damned,” Jackson growled.

Day’s answering whimper went straight to his cock. “I love it when you talk dirty to me,” he whispered, his voice breathy and strained.

“You’d let me fuck you, wouldn’t you?” Jackson asked, his voice like gravel. “You’d let me peel those shorts off you, work you open nice and slow, before sinking my cock into you inch by inch.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Fuck, you’re so good for me. Such a good boy for me,” Jackson said, his lips finding Day’s, his tongue slipping inside, teasing at Day’s. The angle was awkward, but Day didn’t seem to care. He was gone, melted into the bed, his hips pressing into the mattress before pushing up into Jackson’s dick.

Jackson lifted his weight off of Day, and he whined out his disappointment. Jackson reached for the lube that was already on the nightstand, snagging it and tossing it beside Day before dragging his shorts down and out of the way along with his jeans and underwear. Jackson pulled Day back against him so they were both on their sides, Day’s ass snug up against Jackson’s cock once more. Jackson lubed up his cock, pressing it into the crease of Day’s bottom, before his slick hand closed around Day’s flushed cock. Day gasped as Jackson began to move, his erection sliding between Day’s cheeks, fist jerking Day in time with his thrusts.

It wasn’t as good as sinking himself into Day’s tight pink hole, but it was close. Day was moaning and whining, rocking back against Jackson even as he thrust forward into his hand. There was nothing coy or teasing about this. This was just about getting off. It was about giving each other some version of what they both needed. “Fuck, you feel so good, Daddy. You feel so good.”

Jackson dragged his lips across whatever skin he found—Day’s ear, his throat, his shoulder. Day’s fingers dug into the arm underneath his head, his nails digging into the skin of Jackson’s forearm where it was locked across Day’s chest. “You can come whenever you want,” Jackson said between gritted teeth, his own orgasm already building in his balls.

“Unf,” was Day’s only response. He was too far gone, his whole body writhing against Jackson’s as he jerked him hard and fast, palm twisting with each upward motion, thumb swiping across the tip