Perfect Fit: Book 4 of the Fated Hearts Series (10 page)

“BRUCE WAYNE?” THE
irritation I heard in Gray’s voice through the phone made me smile. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing as I pictured the look of disgust he was probably wearing as he mocked my date from the previous night. “If that wasn’t bad enough then he starts in with ‘you got to date Batman and now you’re marrying Superman’ shit. He looked Chase up and down like his asshole must be some kind of portal to an alternate universe or that he has a magical cock dangling between his legs.”

I had just taken a drink of water, which I spit out like a firehose in response to his ridiculous comment. I laughed harder than I had in ages, in fact, the last time I laughed that hard was when Gray got that blow job from that blond twink at a bar in the time between his breakup with Devon and the start of his relationship with Chase. He looked so guilty when he came barreling out of that bathroom, like someone who had just robbed a convenience store. The memory made me laugh even harder until I found myself clutching my stomach while I gasped to pull air into my lungs.

“Oh, shut the fuck up, dickhead. I don’t even know why I love you,” Gray grouched at me.

“Oh my God, Gray, you need help,” I finally managed to say after my laughing fit turned into a coughing fit. I took another sip of water and prayed he wouldn’t open his mouth so that I could actually swallow it down. Fate must have been smiling down upon me just then as I was able to drink half the glass and soothe my throat. “I’m sure you think that Chase is sporting a magical portal and cock, but I’m positive that wasn’t what Kit was thinking.”

Memories of Kit’s hands all over me after we left the playoff party gnawed at my nerves. I had every intention of fucking him, but it felt all wrong to me; everything about him felt wrong. He was too short, his hands were too soft, and his lips on mine didn’t drive me out of my mind. Instead of fucking a willing body, I went home alone and tried hard not think about the faceless guy Jag was plowing into that night. It didn’t work and I found myself lying in my bed with an aching hard-on because visions of Jag with some stranger were replaced with vivid memories of us together. My body craved one guy only and I was starting to think that asshole had ruined me for all other men.

I waited a month for him to call or text me. I had stupidly read more into us exchanging numbers or the tender kiss we shared before he left me alone in my office. Why had he even wanted to exchange numbers? Post coital bliss? He was the one who wanted to exchange numbers so he should’ve been the one to initiate our next arrangement?
Arrangement?
My dick perked up beneath my sweatpants at the thought of a convenient arrangement with Jag, one where we both got what we needed without any entanglements and complications.

“Where the fuck did you find him anyway? Did you check his driver’s license to make sure he was even an adult?” It looked like I found the common ground for Jag and Gray, because both of them despised my date. Jag hated him on sight and Gray hated him as soon as he opened his mouth. Of course, what I had said was much worse. “And you…” It was if Gray read my mind.

“I know, Gray. I am sorry for throwing JJ’s relationship with Chase in your face in your own home. I don’t know why I even did that. It was really mean to all of you.” I had seen a flash of something in Jag’s dark eyes and for a moment I thought I had hurt his feelings, but surely I was mistaken.

“JJ’s happiness means a lot to Chase and I have to accept the guy in my life whether I like it or not. You need to be my ally and not the person who stirs shit up because you think it’s funny. Okay?”

“No problem.” Truthfully, I found nothing funny about JJ and Chase being former lovers. It gnawed on my nerves and irritated me in a way I didn’t understand at the time. It felt a lot like the jealousy I experienced when I realized Jag and Senator Thompson had been lovers. It was something that didn’t make any sense to me at all. In my mind, you had to be in love with someone in order to feel jealousy over them. I wasn’t in love with Jag, but my body craved the things he could do for me. I was smart enough to know the difference, so why did I care about his past so much?

I chatted with Gray for several more minutes and we made tentative plans to play racquetball sometime the following week. My mind was stuck on the situation with Jag long after I disconnected the phone. It was if I couldn’t move on once I thought the word arrangement in the same sentence with Jag’s name. My heart sped up as I rolled the possibilities through my brain. A lot of safe sex that didn’t require disastrous dates and explanations about my position on love and romance. The only positions would be sexual ones and I wanted to see how far I could push Jag and how far he could push me in return. It would be simple and uncomplicated.

I sat staring at my phone for a long time before I worked up the nerve to send him a simple text with three innocuous words.
Are you busy?
There, I took the first step and sat back and tried to relax as I waited to see how long it would take him to respond, if he did at all.

No.

His one-word answer came two hours later. Two hours! He must’ve been busy if he couldn’t answer me in two fucking hours. Maybe fucking is what he’d been doing for those two hours and only answered me when he wasn’t busy. I groaned out loud when I realized that I sounded like an angry, jilted teenager. I had heard plenty of them over the years arguing with their boyfriends and girlfriends in the hallways and I wasn’t pleased that I had taken a turn in that direction. I had a nice set of balls and it was time I used them and took a chance.

Can I come over?
Go big or stay home. This time his response was immediate.

I’ll leave your name at the security gate.

I showered and shaved before I brushed and flossed my teeth. My grooming had more to do with ridding myself of nervous energy than any real expectations of what would happen at his house. Okay, wishful thinking played a big part in the way I manscaped before I put on a pair of ass hugging jeans and a sweatshirt.

I showed my id to the guard on duty and he opened the gate for me to enter. My heartbeat accelerated at a rate much faster than the speed I drove through his neighborhood. I hadn’t really worked through what I wanted to say in the hours that I waited for him to respond. Instead of being productive, I behaved like a whiny bitch boy. I was no closer to a plan when he opened the door after I rung the bell.

I don’t know what I expected to see in his dark eyes, but the wariness in his expression took me by complete surprise. My excitement faded at the thought that I might be to blame for his hesitation. Well, fuck! Instead of him grabbing me by my shirt and hauling me inside, he quietly stepped aside so I could enter.

“Where do you want to do this?” Gone was the hot, hungry voice I had come to associate with him and in its place was a sad resignation that doused any lusty feelings I had. I turned in his foyer to face him.

“What?”

“You came here for sex, right? I would have thought you wore yourself out with the twink last night, but apparently he wasn’t enough to get it done. So, where do you want to do this?”

“I didn’t come here for sex.”
Liar.
His expression said he didn’t believe a word I just said. “You’re one to talk,
Bruce
. You ran off to attend to someone’s emergency needs last night, so why are you giving me shit? Afraid you can’t get it up so soon?”

“You doubting my virility now, Bones?” Jag’s nostrils flared as he advanced on me. “Or are you just picking a fight so we can tussle and scrape before we fuck it out of our systems. There’s no need to pretend or put on airs. You are here to get fucked and I’m
up
for the task.” I backed up with every step he took forward until his large frame pressed me against a wall. He was
up
alright and making it very hard for me to concentrate.

“I didn’t come here to fight or get fucked.” I licked my lips that had suddenly turned dry from all of my labored breathing. He made me so crazy with lust that I feared he’d have me panting like a begging dog. “Besides, it’s my turn to do the fucking.”

Jag pulled back from me slowly, his hooded eyes stayed locked on mine. “Come and get it then.”

He turned and walked into his living room. I followed him after I picked my jaw up off the floor. I had almost caught up to him when a streak of gray fluff followed by a black one ran in front of me and knocked me off balance. I tripped forward and crashed into his back, which knocked him to his hands and knees. I landed draped all over his back in just about the perfect mounting position. My dick twitched happily in my briefs at the thought of filling him again.

“So you want to scrap after all,” Jag said as he dropped and rolled to his side. I collapsed once his supporting weight was no longer beneath me. Jag took advantage and rolled us until I was pinned beneath him. “I love your aggressiveness and eagerness to fuck me, Bones, but you could’ve broken my dick just now.”

He lowered his head at the same time I raised mine and our mouths met in the middle for a savage kiss. There was no other way to describe the almost painful passion that transpired between us every time we came together. He bit my lip hard enough to draw blood and I hissed angrily between parted lips. Just as quickly, his soothing swipes of his tongue over the offended flesh dulled the anger to a lust so intense I completely lost sight of myself. The only thought was pinning him down and taking his ass again, because no one else made me feel what he did.

“That’s right, Bones,” he whispered wickedly in between nips and bites on my neck, “show me what you want from me.” He was taller and probably had more than a thirty pound advantage over me, but I liked the challenge he presented me.

I should’ve been appalled that Jag had a stash of condoms and lube handy in his coffee table drawer, but right then I was just thankful as I began stretching him open to receive me. Thankful turned into elation as his tight rim strangled the head of my dick.

“Fuck me already,” he snarled as I took my sweet time letting him adjust to my penetration. He kept bucking his hips back onto my cock and it was enough to snap what little control I had. “Miller!” He roared my name as I slammed deep inside him and rode his ass like it was my last rodeo. Jag played the role of a bucking bronco very well, but he wasn’t trying to unseat me. His ass eagerly met every thrust until we were reduced to a spunky, sweaty pile of tangled limbs on his living room floor.

“I actually only came over here to talk to you,” I told him once some of my blood had returned to my brain. “Sex was just wishful thinking.”

“Talk?” His incredulous snort told me that he didn’t believe me. “Give me a few minutes and we can ‘talk’ some more.”

“Seriously, Jag,” I eased my dick out of him and rolled over on my back. I turned my head and looked into his suspicious dark eyes. “I hadn’t even planned on taking you up on your offer until your critters tripped me and knocked me into you.” I wasn’t even sure what type of animals ran in front of me.

“You’re going to blame my kittens for you knocking me to the floor and fucking me senseless.”

“Yes, I am blaming your kittens because it’s the truth.” I was thrilled to hear him say I fucked him senseless, but my mind kept going back to him owning kittens. He didn’t strike me as a fuzzy kitty type, which made me wonder what else he might be hiding beneath his sexy veneer. I sensed that there were even more layers to Jag than I first thought, sort of like an onion. Damned if I didn’t want to peel back every single layer to discover the real Jagger Jackson.

“Riiiiight. I’ll play along, Bones, because I’m curious as to what you’re going to say next. If you didn’t come here for sex then what did you come here to talk about?” His smug tone challenged me, but I wasn’t going to back down.

“Sex.” His right eyebrow shot up.

“Like you need some pointers or advice?”

I rolled my eyes and reached over and twisted one of his nipples until he cried out. “Does it look like I need pointers on how to fuck? Do I need to remind you of the pleading and begging you did just now?” He just narrowed his eyes at me and rubbed his hand over his aching nipple. “I wanted to talk to you about us having sex more often than once every few months.” He looked skeptical about my proposal, but didn’t say anything. “We’re really good together, Jag, and I trust you. I love having sex, but I hate the complications of trying to find someone who also doesn’t want a relationship.”

“Miller, I don’t think people can hook up and have a lot of sex without someone developing feelings or getting attached to the other person. I really like having sex with you too, but I won’t ever be able to give you anything more. It’s just not in the cards for someone like me.” Was he saying that he didn’t think he deserved to be loved? That was a far cry different than not believing in love. I wanted to ask more, but he spoke first. “If sex is all you expect or want from me, then I’m in.”

I should’ve said more or even asked some questions, but Jag pressed his lips to mine and pulled me tight against his body. My brain short circuited as his hands roamed all over my body as if they had missed the feel of my skin. My only thought was experiencing the pleasure that only he could give me. Had I been more cognizant, I would’ve worried about becoming addicted to him and the way that he made me feel.