Page 15 of Jace's Secret
Garrett nods. “I suppose the other thing is…. This is rather awkward. Do you remember me from before?”
Jace’s chin juts up, eyes blazing with anger. His eyes are a perfect crystal blue. Jace is both adorable and gorgeous.
“What does it matter?” He looks ready for a fight. An angry kitten ready to attack a leaf.
“I’ll take that for a yes. At what point did you figure it out?” Garrett asks.
“The moment you came into the club. I saw you and I—” He shrugs, looks away from Garrett and blinks. More than once. His eyes are damp with emotion. Poor boy, Garrett thinks.
Jace licks his lips. His cheeks and neck flush pink.
Garrett’s cock twitches in his pants. His hands tingle with the need to touch.Mine, some primitive part of him thinks, and he shifts his weight forward. A second away from taking Jace into his arms.
Garrett has never been reckless. And it’s that calm distance under pressure that he’s developed over the course of his career that enables him to not touch.
But he isn’t perfect. “Did you come find me? The other night? Or was that random?”
Jace crosses his arms, staring down at the ground, unable to answer. It’s an answer.
“How?”
Jace shrugs. “Police scanner. It was your department and I… can I get arrested or something? It isn’t really stalking. It’s not like I mean you harm or follow you often. I swear I don’t.”
“What if I hadn’t been there?”
He shrugs again. “I’d probably have gone to the club.”
“Found someone else?”
Jace glares at him.
“It’s fine. You’re young, I get it. I’m just trying to piece it together.” If Garrett hadn’t been there, then Jace would have offered his ass to some stranger at a club. So Garrett isn’t special. Is that better?
Jace blinks up at him through his lashes. His shoulders are hunched in on himself and once again Garrett has the thought that he’s very young and just needs to be held.
Jace is in his mid-twenties, but there is so much about him that registers as naïve. It’s his attitude and appearance. From the softness of his mouth to the vulnerability in his eyes. From the smoothness of his skin to the blush that makes him easy to read. All of that makes him seem very young, very innocent and very… feminine?
And Garrett can’t deny that it gets to him, that there is something about Jace that makes him want to stare and touch, haul the boy closer and hear him moan and whimper. He wants to see every piece of the boy and provoke every expression.
He’s a feast and Garrett wants to devour him. How he sounds, tastes, and smells. All of Jace is worth having.
It’s a fucking problem. Garrett feels like a creep. He shouldn’t want Jace, but he does.
He’d just been so sweet. So giving and shy. Combine all the urges he suddenly has with the memories of the club and their night together, and what Garrett really wants is to corrupt Jace.
The word pulses through him, right and necessary. Which is ridiculous because Jace is a lot more experienced than Garrett is. If anyone is being corrupted here, it isn’t Jace.
But Garrett’s cock is hard.
A cascade of ideas and thoughts are suddenly there. What would it be like to dirty him up? Or pull Jace onto his lap, spank him to tears, and then kiss it better. Wouldn’t Jace cling to him afterward?
It’s such an odd feeling, to suddenly be alive with lust, cock insistent, desperate to have and take. His cock is aching with arousal, it’s so violent and sudden.
He can’t remember the last time he felt the urge to fuck so intensely. The only thing Garrett can think is this is the boy who is meant to suck him better and relieve him of this desperate lust.
Jace is meant for it. Jace is his boy.
Garrett’s thoughts are a fucking disgrace. He shakes his head and takes a deep breath. The sooner he leaves, the better. He doesn’t even know himself. He doesn’t know what he would have done if he hadn’t gotten called in, but he’s thought about it more than he’d like to admit. He would have let Jace feed him, had a shower, and then he’d have taken Jace to bed and stayed there for as long as possible.
