Page 71 of The Arrangement

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone as much as I want you,” I admitted.

“Prove it, Sarge.”

A sudden clap of thunder made both of us jump. The spell broken, I glanced around and realized that in our distraction, the dark clouds he’d hinted at earlier had rolled in. “Fuck, you weren’t kidding.”

He tilted his head back against the tree as laughter rolled out of him. “I suppose the middle of the nature preserve is not the best place for this. Not today anyway,” he added with a mischievous wink. Oh yeah, baby boy definitely had an exhibition streak. An ominous rumble of thunder rolled overhead. “Okay, yeah, we need to get out of here before the bottom falls out.”

“What?” I asked, stepping back so he could resituate the drawstring bag.

He snickered a laugh. “You’ll see. Last one to the car has to clean the wet seats!” He took off running before I could argue that the seats weren’t even wet, and I raced to catch up.

Chapter 35

Marc

We were soaked completely through and laughing our asses off as we stumbled into the apartment.

“Holy shit, you weren’t kidding,” James said as stepped over to the window. “Looks like we’ll be dining in today.” He flashed me a smile and my heart straight up did a happy dance.

“I can think of worse ways to spend the day.” In the blink of an eye, his look went from playful to heated, and I swallowed thickly. “I’ll, um, grab some towels,” I said and quickly darted into the bedroom before I could embarrass myself.

“My shoes could double as boats, there’s so much water in them,” JD said from the other room.

I laughed and pulled out a large stack of fluffy towels. “Pretty sure the point of boats is to keep the wateroutsidethe craft, but I get your point. I’ll definitely be putting mine in the dryer.”

“You put your shoes in the dryer?” he asked suddenly in the doorway.

I threw a towel at him, if only to distract myself from the sight of his copper-haired chest now on display. “What, you don’t?”

“Can’t say I’ve ever had the occasion,” he replied as he walked back into the living room, vigorously drying his hair. Unfortunately, the vision of his back muscles rippling as he did so wasn’t helping my current state.

I took a deep breath in a hopeless attempt to quell my nerves and followed him. “That’s right, you’re all fancy and shit. Let me guess, you just bought a new pair…” I lost my train of thought when I looked up from toweling my hair. JD hadn’t wasted any time ditching the rest of his water-logged clothes. He really was the picture of masculinity, from his chiseled features and defined chest to his perfectly muscled thighs. “Fuck me,” I whispered.

“See something you like, Specialist?” My breath caught as I watched him drag his large hand down his sculpted torso to encircle his growing erection. He gave it a lazy stroke. “I asked you a question, Spec. Weathers.”

I struggled to find enough moisture in my mouth to reply. Even then my voice was more of a croak. “Sir, yes, sir.”

“You planning on standing there while I jerk off, or would you like to be part of the fun?” Despite the teasing undercurrent, I knew what he was really asking: would I prefer to watch as he stroked himself to completion. He was giving me an out, and as unbelievably hot as watching him get off like the voyeur I apparently was would be, it wasn’t an out I wanted.

“Part of,” I finally said, peeling off my wet shirt and letting it flop to the floor with a defined squelch. “I want… I want to know.” They weren’t quite the words I’d been looking for, but they would do, judging by the soft groan JD made as he firmly stroked his now fully hard dick. I scrambled to lose my shorts and underwear, which were sticking to me like‌ a second skin.

His eyes were the deep blue of storm-tossed waves as he continued to stroke himself. “That so, soldier? You want to know what it feels like to have my dick inside you, splitting you in two?”

My face flamed, but it didn’t stop me from nodding. “Yes, sir.” He made another one of those little groans, a bead of precum pearling on his swollen head as he squeezed his dick. The moisture in my mouth made an abrupt return as he swiped the liquid away with his thumb and tasted it.

“Would you like to taste too, baby boy?”

I made a strangled noise in my throat as unexpected want pulsed through my body, making me even harder than I already was, and I nodded, already making my way closer.

“On your knees, Specialist,” he ordered in a gravelly voice. I didn’t think twice about sinking to the floor, my gaze riveted on his face and the intense look he was giving me. “Good boy.” Pleasure hummed through me at the praise. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” Once again, thought was a distant thing as I complied without a word. He tapped the head of his dick on my tongue, giving me the smallest taste of him, then pulled back. I reflexively moved to follow him when his hard voice brought me up short. “Don’t move.”

My chest felt tight as I licked my lips. He brought his swollen head back to my mouth, and I automatically opened. This time he guided his dick all the way into my mouth.

“Suck,” he demanded in a ragged voice that sounded like this was shredding him as much as it was me. I closed my lips around his length and was immediately rewarded with a burst of precum on my tongue. He let out a groan and gently rocked his hips forward. My eyes closed as I focused on the feel of him. He carded his fingers through my damp hair while he continued to pump lazily into my mouth. I flicked my tongue over his slit and he sucked in a breath. “Do you have any idea how fuckingbeautiful you are?” He tugged on my hair, forcing me to look at him, but didn’t remove his dick from my mouth. “I asked you a question, Specialist.”

Eyes wide and jaw beginning to ache, I shook my head.

“My sweet, sweet baby boy, you are more stunning than the flowers in your shop.” His fingers slipped through my hair, then trailed over my cheek and along my jaw. “How does it make you feel when I tell you that?”