Page 16 of Paradise

“One is enough, thanks,” she said dryly. She left, and after a few moments of reassuring himself that Cody would be fine, Jonah let Garrett tug him out of his son’s rooms. They walked fifty feet down the hall and turned into the open door.

Garrett’s suite was huge. The ceiling was vaulted marble, the furniture was sparse, and there were no rugs to soften the hard, cold lines of stone and metal. It felt oddly sterile and sort of uncomfortable. Garrett shut the door behind them, then looked around.

“I almost never stayed in these rooms,” he said. “I always preferred sleeping on my ship. I’ve had theIcarusfor more than half my life, and no matter where I was living, it was a constant place that was just mine, where I could do what I wanted to.”

“Yeah, this place is … it’s …” Jonah wasn’t quite sure how to express how awkward he felt there—not just in these rooms but in this entire place. He had none of his son’s ease of integration; he felt every footstep like it hurt. “Different,” he finished.

“I know. Try to ignore it.” Garrett took Jonah’s hand and pulled him further into the suite, past an uncomfortable-looking couch and a tremendous holoscreen. “Honestly, the only advantage that these rooms have over the ship is the size of the bathroom and the size of the bed.” Garrett pulled Jonah through an archway with a holographic barrier for a door, showinga stone façade on the outside. Jonah flinched a little as he passed through, then relaxed once he saw they were entering a bedroom.

“Wow.” That was a big, big … “That’s a big bed.”

“Yeah, I think the original decorator just lost their mind when it came to this room and decided, fuck it, let’s just fill it all with mattress.” It covered the entire back wall and left a slender walkway around the edge of it so someone could get to the bathroom and a retracting closet in the left wall. “I mostly used this place to store my wardrobe.” Garrett considered the bed for a moment. “And to have threesomes, but I didn’t really do that very often.”

Jonah could just see it. “You sure we can’t sleep on the ship?”

“Oh, baby, are you jealous?” Garrett wrapped long arms around Jonah’s back, holding him securely. “You don’t have anything to be jealous about.” Warm lips pressed to the back of Jonah’s neck. “I never loved my life here, no matter who I was with. I never even came close to loving it with anyone who came into this room. But I love my life now. And I could totally love you on my bed right now.”

Sometimes sex was the question and the answer all in one. “Hope they’ve changed the sheets since the last time you were in here,” Jonah said.

“Oh, they’re fresh,” Garrett assured him, swiveling around Jonah’s body and sitting down on the edge of the bed. “White and virginal. Perfect for making all delicious and filthy and debauched.”

“You wanna debauch our sheets?” Jonah asked, distracted by Garrett’s swift undressing. Blue cloth fell away and was tossed aside as Garrett got nude. He wasn’t hard yet, but he looked well on his way.

“Well, I want to debauch youonthem. It’s debauchery through osmosis, baby.” Garrett tugged Jonah closer, then set to workgetting him naked. Jonah tried to help, but Garrett slapped his hands away. “Mine,” he said simply. Jacket, shirt, belt, pants … Jonah’s brain went back online when he realized he was effectively hobbled as long as he kept his shoes on, and he kicked them and his pants off before joining Garrett on the bed.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” Jonah mumbled around the kisses they shared, both of them on their knees, touching each other nonstop. “Cody could come in here any time.”

“No, Wyl knows the score. He’ll keep him occupied for at least half an hour,” Garrett said, biting gently at Jonah’s lower lip. “That’s enough time for me to blow you.”

“Oh, hell.” Jonah clenched his eyelids shut for a moment. “Gotta save some time for me, darlin’. I don’t want to leave you hangin’.”

“I can come just from looking at you,” Garrett assured him. “But we’ll see.” He pushed Jonah onto his back and crouched between his legs. He looked strange there, beautiful and a little untouchable all made up as he was, and Jonah reached down and worked his fingers into Garrett’s sculpted hair, messing it up as well as he could from that angle.

“Better?” Garrett asked archly, no word about his hours of work gone to waste now.

“Almost.” Jonah tugged, and Garrett bent down immediately and sucked him into his mouth.

Fuck … there was nothing like this, nothing. Being inside of his fiancé’s body was good, it was so good, but when it came to coming hard and fast, there was no substitute for Garrett’s mouth. Warm heat enveloped Jonah’s length, sliding up slowly, with his slick tongue bathing the underside of the shaft and circling the head eagerly. Eager, Garrett was always so fucking eager to take him in …

A hint of teeth caught at the flare of his foreskin. “Fuck,” Jonah groaned, his body caught between flinching away from thesensation and moving into it. Garrett hummed appreciatively as he pulled back.

“Good?”

“Naughty,” Jonah said, and Garrett smiled.

“That means good.”

“Garrett—”

Warmth again, heat and pressure andfast, this was going to bereallyfast, so fast it would have been embarrassing if they were at home, but this was the first time since they’d left that Garrett had really laid hands on him outside of a few very tight, very hurried showers on the ship, and fast was all Jonah was capable of giving right now. Fast, hips rocking up without him realizing it, noises he hadn’t approved coming out of a rebellious throat, all of it tight and on the edge of losing control, the veryfuckingedge, and when Garrett just opened his throat and took him deep and pressed downhardon the skin right beneath his balls—

It was over. Done. He came with a flash of light, with a flare of darkness, all the effects Cody had been displaying on his floor erupting behind Jonah’s eyelids. He came hard and panting and mostly delirious, and Garrett just let him flail and grasp and hold his once-perfect hair way too tightly as he rode out the sensations, one shivering wave at a time.

Slowly the tension slid away and so did Jonah’s grasp on Garrett, dissolving into pleasant lethargy. Garrett petted his thighs gently for a moment before straddling his chest. Jonah’s arms were trapped by his sides, and it was all he could do to open his eyes and look at his lover as Garrett took himself in hand and beat off quickly, short, jerky strokes of his wrist culminating in a spray of white all across Jonah’s neck and chin. The scent of it filled his nose and made his mouth water. Garrett, because he had to be psychic, caught his breath and swirled a finger throughthe mess, then lifted it to Jonah’s lips. He took it into his mouth and suckled gently, cleaning it off with his tongue.

“You’re mine,” Garrett said hoarsely, his expression strangely fevered and needy. “We’re for each other. Nothing else matters.”

“Just you,” Jonah said, wondering how they had gone from sexual to soothing so fast. “’Course it’s just you, darlin’.”

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