Page 43 of Beta Team-The Saviors: Part One
“He’s still not telling me everything.”
“He can’t tell you. Some things put your life at risk, and he won’t do that. Just focus on what he does tell you. That will always be true. Ari’s one of the best men that I’ve ever met. His whole team is. He’ll never lie to you, but he has to keep some things to himself.”
“I miss him,” I whisper, and she smiles.
“And he misses you. Call him.”
I pull my phone from my pocket and am just pulling up Ari’s contact when the door flies open. Ari storms in and marches right up to the bar. “This isn’t working,” he declares. “I tried to stay away, but I can’t. When I said you were mine, I damn well meant it, and I’m not letting you go that easy. I’ll stake out the bar, your apartment, wherever I need to until you realize I’m it for you. I’ll get on my knees and beg if I have to. Please, putme out of my fucking misery and tell me that you forgive me.” Chelsea props her chin in her hand, grinning from ear to ear.
“I forgive you.”
Ari opens his mouth, gearing up for more of his speech, and snaps it closed. “What?”
“I already fixed it,” Chelsea laughs. “But that was something special to witness. I kind of wish he would have made you get on your knees, though.”
“You want to see me on my knees for you, Sweet cheeks?” Ari comes around to my side of the bar and to my shock, drops to his knees in front of me. “I need you in my life, Jason.”
I run my fingers through his thick black hair and feel the world settle again. “I need you too.”
“Thank fuck,” Ari breathes, jumping to his feet. He pulls me in for a kiss, and the bar erupts with catcalls again. Most of them are my regulars and have been rooting for us.
“Get it, Gramps!” I hear Sean yell.
“I can’t wait to take you home,” Ari whispers against my lips.
“I have help tonight. Take me to the back.” Ari jerks back to look at my face. “Please.”
I toss the towel to my bartender, and Ari grabs my hand, practically dragging me. I don’t even care that everyone knows what’s about to happen. I just need to feel him against me. Ari jerks me into the stockroom and has me pressed against the door, his lips sealing over mine. We only pull away long enough to get our shirts off, and then they fuse back together. My hands go to Ari’s jeans, and he pulls away. “Are you sure you want to do this here?”
“I want to feel you inside me.”
“Fuck, Sweet cheeks,” Ari groans when I jerk his jeans and boxers over his hips. “I want to take my time.”
“You can. Later.” I wrap my hand around his thick cock and start stroking. “For now, I want you to bend me over those crates.”
“Goddamn,” Ari growls, stepping back. He kicks his boots off and pulls his jeans off his feet. “Do you have lube?”
I dig my wallet from my back pocket and pull the packet from inside. I wave it in front of him, and he roughly undoes my jeans. Ari pulls them from my feet and drops to his knees to help me take them the rest of the way off. His lips seal over the head of my aching cock, and my back slams against the door. “Holy shit, babe.”
Ari groans deep in his chest and starts sucking me fast. I look down into his blue eyes, and they’re glued to my face. How the hell did I ever think I could give him up? Ari lets my cock go and starts kissing my thighs, stomach, and up my chest as he stands. He jerks the packet from my hand and spins me around, marching me toward the stack of crates. “I don’t know if I can hold back.”
“Don’t. I want to know you were there.”
“Trust me, Sweet cheeks, you’ll never forget. Turn around and bend over.”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathe, doing as he says. I brace my arms on the crates and prop my foot on the bottom one, opening myself for him. I’ve never done anything like this, and the fact that it’s Ari makes it even fucking better. He kisses down my spine, across my asscheeks, and buries his face to lick around my back hole. My hips jerk, and he locks a hand on it to keep me from moving. I hear him tear the lube packet open. “Just fuck me, please.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
I look over my shoulder at him. “You won’t. I just need you so damn bad.”
Ari takes me at my word, and I watch with rapt attention as he spreads the lube all over his cock. He lines up and, stillholding the base, starts to push inside. I bear down, and the head pops inside me. I breathe through the burn and slowly push against him to take him all. “You need to see how good you take me. You stretch so pretty.” He uses his hand and spreads my asscheeks apart. “So pretty.”
“Holy fuck,” I gasp when I feel his thighs settle against the back of mine.
“I’m going to take you home later, and I’m staying buried in this ass all night long, Sweet cheeks. You feel so goddamn good.”
“Please,” I moan, and his fingers tighten on my ass.
