Jardin's Gamble (Haven, Texas 9)

“Course I fucking did. All the ways I would take you. All the ways I would make you mine.”

Jardin reached down and rubbed Carrick’s dick through his jeans. Fuck. He needed more. Jardin must have sensed that as he undid the button and pulled the zipper down then dragged his jeans over his ass to grab his cock through his boxers.

He ran his thumb over the tip, and Carrick jolted. Fuck. Him. That felt so damn good.

Carrick’s breath came in fast pants as Jardin released his dick from his boxers and started to pump the hard shaft.

“Keep your hands on the counter behind you,” Jardin commanded.

He moved his hands to do as he was told.

“Fuck. I like that you just obeyed me. Not gonna lie. Never thought I’d have this. Any of this.”

“Me either. Christ, can’t believe I didn’t know you wanted me like this.”

Jardin squeezed Carrick’s cock. Fuck. Fuck.

To his shock, Jardin grabbed hold of his hips then bent down, running his tongue over the top of Carrick’s dick.

“Fuck!”

“Always wondered what you’d taste like.” He took Carrick’s cock deep into his mouth. Carrick had to count backward from a hundred not to come then and there.

“Jardin,” he moaned as the other man drew back.

Jardin cupped his face between his hands. “You know I like to be in control. Of everything. I know you won’t always want to submit, but right now I don’t think I can hold back my need to take charge. If I go too far, you tell me. But, Carrick, I want to take you. I want to feel your mouth wrapped around my cock. I want to take your ass. And I want you in mine.”

Carrick’s breath came faster. Harder.

“Tell me you want that too.”

Jardin stepped back, giving him time to think. Or he thought that’s what he was doing. But he didn’t want to overthink it anymore. He quickly tugged his jeans and boxers off his legs. Jardin’s gaze heated as he watched him. Then he reached over and grabbed Jardin’s hand.

“Come with me.”

14

Jardin watched Carrick’s tight ass as he led him toward the bedroom. He had to fight the urge to be the one in the lead. Although he did admit the view was good.

He wondered what that ass would look like red. How well Carrick would take his whip. His belt. His paddle. His pulse raced.

He’d expected more of a push back to his dominance. But then, Carrick wasn’t a typical Dom. Or a typical sub. Jardin knew he wouldn’t submit for anyone else. And that fucking pleased the hell out of him.

Sometimes he’d take his commands perfectly, other times he wouldn’t. Maybe sometimes he’d want the pain Jardin enjoyed giving. Maybe other times he’d tell him to fuck off.

He grinned at the thought. Jardin hadn’t felt so alive in years.

He wasn’t losing Carrick. Not ever again.

Thoughts of Thea flitted through his head. With her, they’d have balance. They could both command her. Both watch over her. Both keep her safe. He’d damn well enjoy taking her over his knee and spanking her. Then fucking her. Then watching Carrick fuck her.

Or taking her together.

That’s what he’d dreamed of. Thea sucking on Carrick’s cock while Jardin took him from behind. Jardin inside Thea’s pussy while Carrick took him.

All in good time.

Right now, he needed to show Carrick how much he meant to him. How much he needed him. How seriously he took this.