Page 40 of Naughty November

He swallowed hard and tentatively placed his hands on my hips. “You talk like the primal masos you usually play with can’t fight back.”

Of course they could. But they weren’t him.

“It’s personal between you and me.” I smirked faintly. “They won’t retaliate as roughly as you will. They won’t get as angry.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Dick.”

My smirk widened, and I slid my nose along his. Almost so I could kiss him. Almost.

“Is that a yes?”

I felt his chest heave, and he raked his teeth across his bottom lip. Fuck, he was sexy. Always had been. And I’d never been this close to him before. Now that I was here, I wasn’t sure I could limit myself to vacation fun. I had to watch every word I said.

“I…” He reached up an inch, no more, in an attempt to close the distance, but I moved away quicker. I wanted my answer first. “Yes,” he whispered. “Okay? Goddammit. Yes.”

Yes.

I smiled, heat rushing through me, and I kissed him. At long last. I kissed him hard and cupped his cheek in my hand, feeling his scruff underneath my fingertips and how his jaw moved… Christ, my whole body was suddenly on fire, and I had to pace myself. We deepened the kiss at the same time, and it seemed to ignite him too. He started moving against me, all fucking sensual-like, and it split my focus.

You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.

If all I got was this week, that he’d laugh about at some point, saying how fucked up we were, then I wanted to make the most of it. I kissed him hungrily and let my hands roam freely—and I teased him. He was getting a taste tonight, nothing more. Then I could go all out tomorrow night. I’d show him what our future could look like.

I swept my tongue against his and rubbed my hand up his chest,and he tried to pull me down harder on him. His feet slid up my calves, his hands went to my ass, and?—

“Quit teasin’ me,” he snapped under his breath.

I grinned and did it again to be a dick. The tips of our tongues touched, lips ghosting against each other, and I eased off him some more.

“You’ll get all of me tomorrow, whether you like it or not.”

That earned me a weak glare. “When you say all…”

I pushed my cock against his. “I mean all. You might wanna lube up before the hunt.”

He could’ve turned to anger and called me a rat bastard, but he wasn’t able to lie, was he? Not right now. All I saw was heat and desire in his gorgeous eyes.

I dipped down and kissed him one more time. “Get some sleep, Jensen. You’re gonna need it.”

FIVE

MAX JENSEN

What fresh hell had I woken up to?

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and continued into the kitchen, where seemingly everyone was gathered and talking way too loudly. Jason and Shawn were slinging pancakes and bacon to everyone, Cas was bratting off, Garrick and Amir were filling three coolers with food, and Reid and Sam seemed to be in a heated debate with Rome and Brad.

Jesus, what? They were halfway to yelling at one another about where in the country you could find the best Mexican food.

For the record, Reid and Sam were right. The place was Tucson. But it was way too early for such a ridiculous debate. It was too early for anything. I hadn’t even gotten dressed yet. But boxer briefs were an okay vacation getup, I was sure.

I scrubbed a hand over my face and zeroed in on the coffeemaker?—

“There’s my boy! I was just gonna wake you up.” Reid grinned and walked over to me with a cup of coffee. The latter gave him a pass for calling me boy.

“Good morning, Sir!” Shawn said, followed by a slew of good mornings from the others.

I grunted noncommittally and took a sip of the coffee.