Jayme & Tripp (Game Wardens 1)

CHAPTER SIX

Tripp

TRIPP STOOD over Jayme, spotting him as he bench-pressed. Jayme finished his set, and he helped guide the bar back onto the rack. Jayme sat up, panting slightly. He fought back a moan as the muscles in Jayme’s shoulders and back flexed as he grabbed his water bottle and took a sip. Jayme was wearing a snug black tank top and gray gym shorts, and he looked sexy as fucking hell.

He had been dying to get his hands-on Jayme, but they’ve been busy the past couple days at work; and have been coming home and crashing every night. Neither of them having the energy to fuck around. Today was their day off. Jayme’s brothers were coming over later to hang out, but they had the afternoon to themselves; and he planned to drive Jayme insane with need.

“Nice set, Jayme,” he rumbled low.

His voice must have given him away, because Jayme glanced over his shoulder, eyebrow cocked. He didn’t hide the desire he knew was burning in his gaze. He let Jayme see it, let him know that he wanted him, badly. Jayme’s green eyes darkened as they took in Tripp’s face. Shit. They needed to get out of here, pronto.

“Let’s go,” he said.

Jayme gave him a curt nod. “Yep.”

They hit the locker room where they gathered their things, then basically ran out of the gym to Tripp’s truck. He took off out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell. They barely made it through the front door before they were on each other, tearing each other’s clothes off. They were both sweaty from working out and were in need of a shower. They could do that together.

He pushed Jayme up the stairs and into his room. He devoured Jayme’s mouth as they stumbled their way into his bathroom. He pressed Jayme against the open door and tore himself away. He pointed at him as he backed away.

“Stay.” He growled.

Jayme made an indignant noise. “What am I, a fucking dog?” Jayme pushed away from the door and stormed over to him. “You don’t get to fucking talk to me like that.”

His stomach flipped, and his breathing hitched. Fuck, Jayme was hot as hell when he went alpha. Jayme was on him then, kissing him roughly as his arms snaked around Tripp to grab his ass. He pulled them tightly together, both of them moaning when their cocks rubbed against each other.

Holy shit. He had no idea where this Jayme had come from, but he fucking liked him. The tentativeness from before was gone, and the man was taking what he wanted. Maybe it was pent up desire fueling Jayme? He wasn’t arguing.

Jayme pulled back, panting. His eyes were dark and heavy lidded. “Turn the shower on.”

He nodded and turned in Jayme’s arms, so that he could open the shower door and turn it on. Jayme grabbed his hips and rubbed his hard cock between his ass cheeks.

“Are you going to let me fuck you?” Jayme practically wheezed.

Tripp glanced over his shoulder. “I was thinking maybe I’d fuck you.”

Jayme paled slightly. “I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”

“I think by the time I’m done with you, you’re going to be begging me to.”

Jayme’s eyes widened, and his lips parted. He didn’t say anything though, and it made Tripp grin. He straightened and stepped into the shower. Jayme swallowed hard and followed, some of his bravado seeming to have worn off. He wasn’t trying to put Jayme in his place, but he didn’t want the guy to just expect him to bend over for him. He usually topped, and he didn’t bottom for just anyone. He wasn’t sure he’d even do it for Jayme yet. He had some bad experiences when he was younger, that turned him off to bottoming. Trust had to be earned for him to even consider it.

He took pity on Jayme’s obvious nervousness and leaned in and kissed him languidly. “Jayme, you haven’t even touched my dick yet. I know you’re not ready for me to fuck you,” he murmured.

Jayme blew out a breath and nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

“I do want you to touch me though.”

Jayme nodded again.

He grabbed his shower puff and soap. He lathered up the puff, then handed it to Jayme. Jayme took the hint and started washing him. Jayme washed his chest and stomach. He then did his arms and crouched down to do his legs. He had Tripp turn so he could wash his back and ass. He was dying. He wanted Jayme in the one place he was avoiding. Jayme then turned him back around and wrapped his lathered hand around his aching cock. He moaned loudly enough that it echoed off the shower walls.

He let Jayme jerk him off for a minute, before he took the shower puff and started washing Jayme. He wanted them in bed where he could make Jayme scream his name. They both washed their hair then rinsed off. They got out and dried off, before moving into the bedroom.