Page 42 of Flash and Bang
Thayne’s answering thrust was so strong, it broke their mouths apart and Jarrett heard Thayne’s gasp as he fucked into him with amazing strength. Jarrett loved this. He loved being taken by his strong lover, being forced onto his knees where he couldn’t do anything but give up and allow Thayne to dowhatever he wanted to him. It was sexy as hell and made Jarrett feel free to simply give up the tight rein he held on himself at times. He had no control over what Thayne was doing to him. At the moment, Jarrett was submissive to him in every way and he realized, perhaps for the first time, that it didn’t mean he was less of a man to love this—to need this—from Thayne—from his man.
“That’s it, Thayne. Fuck me,” Jarrett gasped. The words came out on a stuttering breath as Thayne began to slap against him faster, harder, so strong it took his breath away. He could feel the sweat on his back mix with Thayne’s as the sex became an acrobatic workout—him pushing back—Thayne shoving in, both of them taking what they needed by being together this way. When Thayne reached around and took Jarrett’s cock in hand, Jarrett gasped at the stimulation. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to last and he wanted to feel Thayne coming inside of him as he jacked Jarrett off.
“Gonna come, Thayne!” Jarrett gasped as he felt the telltale tingling approach of his orgasm and he knew without a doubt, it was going to be one of those earth-shattering climaxes that came along only when Thayne was doing things to drive him absolutely insane.
“Come for me, Jarrett… that’s right,” Thayne gasped. He jacked Jarrett harder, his firm grip stroking over his cock as he hit the perfect spot deep inside his body. As his cock brushed over his prostate, Jarrett screamed.
“I’m coming, Thayne—Jesus!”
Thayne began to snap his hips, pounding into Jarrett’s ass, his long cock swiping at his prostate with every thrust and then he let out a shout. Jarrett felt a throb deep inside his body and he knew Thayne was emptying himself inside. It triggered his own orgasm and he groaned long and hard as Thayne furiously stroked him through it. Come shot out of him, coating the bed below him with spunk as Thayne continued to pound into him with long strokes, wringing out every last drop of his own orgasm into the condom buried up inside him. When his movements finally slowed, he felt Thayne’s heated forehead come down to rest against his lower back, the desperate gasping of his lover panting out against his skin in stuttering breaths. It was amazing. Thayne’s hand finally slowed and he let Jarrett’s cock slide free of it as he collapsed against Jarrett’s broad back. The movement forced Jarrett’s body to flatten beneath Thayne’s weight and Jarrett grunted as the breath was nearly knocked out of him by his lover.
“Roll off me,” Jarrett gasped into the pillow.
Thayne’s chuckle vibrated against the crook of Jarrett’s neck where his face was buried but he complied, rolling to the side so Jarrett could lift his head from the pillow and not die from lack of oxygen. Thayne flopped onto his back beside him and Jarrett looked over at him. His hair was soaked with sweat, his body covered with a light sheen of it, and his bright Bahama-blue eyes were twinkling with happiness. Jarrett had never seen anyone so beautiful in his life and he turned to his side, propping his head up on one hand to look down at Thayne. He bent and kissed him softly to stop himself from telling Thayne just how desperately he loved him. It wasn’t the time and place to say it to him—he thought for a fleeting moment that it might never be the time and the place—but for now, he would studiously guard his heart—until he was sure, very sure, Thayne loved him too. Instead, as he continued to kiss him so thoroughly, he hoped Thayne would understand his feelings through actions, because for now, that’s all Jarrett was prepared to give.
Chapter Ten
They stopped for coffee at Starbucks on the way into the office the next morning. The way Thayne figured, they were going to have a long day at their desks. Thayne loaded his coffee up with sugar and half-and-half, and Jarrett ordered a Venti bold, drinking it black the way he always did. Thayne wondered if that was some sort of a Marine thing because Craig Baldwin, the rookie in their work group at the office, drank his the same way. Thayne shuddered at the thought of it.
They drove the Crown Vic into the office. Thayne had decided to leave his Mustang at home and drive with Jarrett since he still didn’t have transportation other than the Harley he drove. Jarrett hated taking the motorcycle when he wore a suit, and they both agreed that taking more than one car when they were going to the same place wasn’t really earth-friendly. They walked in to the office and greeted Sarah and Tim who were the only two not out on cases. Thayne figured that was probably a good thing since there was a lot to follow up on.
After greeting them, Thayne carefully removed his jacket and laid it over the back of the chair while Jarrett flopped into his. Thayne had to give his partner credit. For a guy who spent nearly all his adult life either in a uniform or in clothes designed to be worn while taking up a sniper perch, Jarrettwas making an effort with his wardrobe now that he carried ATF credentials. Thayne knew that Jarrett was much more comfortable in one of his olive-green muscle tees and cargo pants, but he really was trying to look and act as professional as he possibly could. Besides, as long as Jarrett wore suits, Thayne could admire him in them. Damn if his lover didn’t wear a suit well.
“So, I kind of made up a list of the stuff we need to follow up on this morning.” Thayne pulled out his phone where he’d typed up notes.
“What’s that?” Jarrett drawled. He sat back in his chair as he sipped his Starbucks.
Thayne held up his phone. “It’s a mobile device. You can punch in numbers and talk to someone on the other end.”
Jarrett smiled as Sarah snorted from beside him. “Look who’s a clown this mornin’. You know what I mean.”
“I made notes.” Thayne grinned back at his partner.
“For what?”
“All the stuff we need to do today.”
“Such as?”
“Well, I kind of broke it down like this. First we have to call Ada Carrillo and ask her to forward the autopsy report, have her collect the field strips I saw out at the blast site at Miramar, and get them off to the lab. She also should check to see if the lab has results back from the bomb fragments on your Wrangler and on the remnants of the fireworks from the explosion. If the lab is able to find any chemicals that shouldn’t have been present, that might just mean that the Mason crew was using illegal fireworks as well as the legal ones,” he said, reading from the notepad on his phone. “Next, we should have her check with Chief Willis to see how the investigation into who blew up your Jeep is going or maybe you want to do that. I don’t know.” He took another sip of coffee and continued.
“Then, I was thinking, someone should follow up with Suki Chang to see if she’ll tell us who she wrote down as the lantern maker so we can follow up with that. Then, we need to call the ATF satellite office in Mexico to see if they have any information about the smuggling operation, and I know you said you wanted to look at pictures of the field strips I saw at Miramar. Maybe you want to do that stuff. Then, I figured I would check to see if there are any other firework crimes in other jurisdictions with photos so we can look for field strips, run backgroundchecks on the Mason crew, and see if there’s a log at the base of who was allowed on base the day of the explosion. Oh, and we need to follow up with Special Agent Snow to find out if he’s heard back from the Behavioral Analysis Unit to see if there is a serial killer using fireworks as weapons anywhere else in the country. He was also going to check to see if the FBI has investigated any other explosions anywhere in the country where notes with a bible verse were left.” He looked up to find Jarrett smirking at him. “What?”
“Land your plane, Wolfe.”
Thayne blinked at him as Sarah and Tim burst into laughter.
“Seriously, you sound like a squirrel on Red Bull.”
“What?” Thayne huffed, giving an exasperated shrug with his phone in hand. “I just didn’t want to forget anything.”
“That’s a pretty comprehensive list, Thayne,” Sarah added, still laughing.
“Thank you.” Thayne felt vindicated. He took another sip of his Starbucks.
Jarrett stood up and stretched his hands over his head before taking off his jacket. “What Connor means is, you have the worst case of OCD anyone’sever seen, Wolfe.”
“I got back some info on the little matter you guys wanted Sarah and me to look at under the radar,” Tim Darcy said, quietly changing the subject.