Page 10 of Drunk Dialing

“No, sir. I ain’t into that. I like your truck.”

Oh, little shit.

“Well, I reckon I’m glad you like one of us,” he teased right back.

“Yeah. The truck, it gives a nice, smooth ride. I approve.”

“Oh, you are cruising for a bruising, baby.” His hands itched to grab Jake and kiss him and maybe spank him.

“Listen to you.” Those fingers started sliding down his thigh. “You’re something else. You know that, right?”

“I try.” He pulled off at the downtown exit. “Almost there.”

“You’re sure you want me? After everything?”

He snorted. “Stop fishing.”

“I’m trying. I’m freaking out, Treat.”

He pulled into the drive, then parked in front of the building, handing his keys to the valet. “I know. I got this. Just trust me.”

“I do.” Jake slipped out of the truck, waiting for him before they headed into the lobby. This hotel was on the other side of town, far enough from the arena to not be filled with fans.

The doorman held the door for them, and they headed for the elevator. They got on alone, and he pushed the button for thirteen. As soon as the doors shut, he was kissing Jake, pushing him up against the back rail.

Thirteen had always been his lucky number.

He slid his thigh between Jake’s legs, rocking them together, feeling how hard Jake was for him.

Jake held his neck, clinging to him, tongue pushing against his like the man was starving. They rocked together, body to body, humping like crazy. When the elevator hit their floor and opened, he’d almost forgotten why they were on it.

The elevator binged, and Jake backed away.

“Mmm. Damn.” No one was in the hall, so he grabbed Jake’s hand and ran, their boots clomping against the pile carpet. Lord, he needed this man now. And his freaking key fought him when they got to the door, the light going red three times before it turned green.

Jake laughed at him. Asshole.

Treat stood there for a second once he got the door open, trying to figure out if he threw the locks would that seem creepy or just comforting? Less “I’m a gigantic stalker and you can’t leave”, and more “I don’t want anyone bothering us by trying to bring us fresh towels mid fuck”.

Treat let himself just breathe for half a second, maybe twice that. He really wanted to have his control in both hands before they started making out because Jake had just offered him everything he’d always wanted on the silver platter.

Once he got that cowboy stripped down to bare skin, he didn’t intend on ever letting Jake go.

It was love after all, and it didn’t matter to him if anybody believed it or not. It didn’t change what was true. All was fair in love and war, so he took the do-not-disturb sign and put it out, then threw the safety lock.

“Just in case, baby.”

“Just in case. I’ll take it.” Jake put his hat down on the table, then worked off his boots.

Treat had to grin. “Smart, baby.”

“I ain’t dumb. There’s a lot of things they say about me down at the jail, but I ain’t dumb.”

His Jake had never once been dumb. Stubborn, naive, even wrong, but not dumb. “Looks like you learned some things since the first time we were together.”

Jake shrugged, cheeks lit up like Christmas. “Like you needed another memory of me with my jeans down hooked on my boots, stumbling around like a dancing bear.

“Oh baby, you’re not big enough to be a bear,” he teased. “Maybe one of those little red pandas.” Yeah, there was a cute thought.

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