~Chapter Nine~
The next two days, Jesse was taken on post for what Noah called ‘fun.’ They spent time at the jump towers and practiced shooting at the range. They even went with the airborne class for jump week. Jesse had forgotten how much fun it was to jump out of a perfectly good airplane. A few times, he could have sworn one of the Rangers they’d been with at the range gave him a side look — but he couldn’t be sure. He’d been too busy watching Noah’s fabulous ass in ACU’s.
Now, however, Noah was taking him bowling on post. Jesse grabbed his shoes and sat at the lane, waiting for Noah. He came over with his own shoes and slipped them on.
“Don’t forget to grab your balls,” Jesse snickered.
Noah grinned and raised a brow while he tied his bowling shoes.
“You look so cute.” Noah smiled at Jesse as he leaned over at the balls.
“I need a twelve pound ball.”
“We can do this all night,” Noah snickered. “I need bigger balls.”
“Your balls are perfect,” Jesse whispered as he picked his bowling ball and proceeded set up the game. Noah was still trying to find the perfect ball and Jesse laughed when he held up a pink one.
“Got it!” Noah laughed.
“Better than blue balls!” Jesse snickered. He hurled his ball down the lane and yelled when he made a strike. He wiggled his ass and smiled over his shoulder at Noah.
“Ha!”
Noah’s eyes roamed over Jesse’s ass in tight jeans.
“Hello?” Jesse turned with his hands on his hips.
“Huh?” Noah met Jesse’s eyes.
“Strike, bitch!” Jesse winked.
“Bitch?” Noah raised a questioning brow.
“Well, you are holding a pink ball,” Jesse snickered.
“Oh, I’ll show you what my pink ball can do,” Noah grinned.
They were well-matched. Noah could obviously bowl. The score was tied, and Jesse wiggled his ass with his next throw. Noah chuckled behind him and Jesse peeked over his shoulder.
“What?”
“Trying to throw me off?” Noah rose up from the couch and grabbed the pink ball. Jesse’s ball slammed into the pins, knocking them all over. Noah studied the lane, and then let loose his ball as soon as the pins were set. It spun down the lane and smacked all ten pins flat. He heard a sigh behind him and grinned to himself.
“Is there anything you’re not good at?” Jesse asked, somewhat exasperated.
Noah turned to face him. “I wasn’t good with relationships. Until now.”
Jesse’s skin heated at the lustful look in Noah’s eyes. He swallowed hard and smiled.
“Can you get me a drink?”
Noah blinked at the change in conversation. “Yeah, what would you like?”
“I don’t care. Beer is good.”
“I’ll be right back.” Noah winked and kissed Jesse on the cheek.
Jesse grabbed his ball and aimed at the pins.
“Well, well, now, if it isn’t Blondie from the firing range. I wasn’t aware Noah’s taste’s had changed that much. He was never into blonds.”
Jesse looked over his shoulder. “Well, apparently he used to be into assholes. I’d say blond is a step up.”
“So, you’re the current flavor. I’m Kerwin, by the way.”
“Well, Kerwin — sucky name, by the way — I’m Jesse. And I’m not a ‘current’ anything. I’m the long haul.”
“That’s what we all thought,” Kerwin smirked.
Jesse turned and put his ball down. He eyed Kerwin from head to toe. The guy had brown hair in a buzz cut, and hazel eyes. He wasn’t bad looking. Jesse cocked an eyebrow.
“Jealous?”
Kerwin laughed. “What do you do for a living? Is it Noah’s job that turns you on? What are you, a banker or something?”
Jesse crossed his arms and smiled. “Nope, I’m a bouncer at a club.”
“He’s a former SEAL, Kerwin.”
Noah stepped down the stairs to the bowling area and handed Jesse his beer.
“There ya go, babe,” he winked.
“A SEAL, huh?”
Noah smacked Jesse’s ass. “Yep, he’s also my boyfriend.”
“King’s got a boyfriend?” Kerwin whistled low. “Never thought I’d see that day.”
“Well, look at that.” Jesse checked his watch. “It’s that day.”
Kerwin put his hands up in defense. “Just fucking with you a little, Blondie. It’s not every day that someone takes Noah King off the market.”
Noah leaned over and kissed Jesse softly. “They weren’t Jesse.”
“Well, it was good seeing you, King. How long are you here?”
“No idea. I’m sure we’ll run into each other again.” Noah put his hand out.
“I’m sure we will.” Kerwin shook it. “It’s a small damn world.”
“Getting smaller by the second,” Jesse mumbled. Kerwin left and Jesse turned to Noah. “Let’s go.”
“But we have another frame. And beer.”
“Don’t care.”
Noah was shocked he didn’t get a ticket, or into an accident, on the way home. Jesse was in his lap, sucking the skin off his prick. It took every ounce of concentration he had to keep his eyes on the road and his foot from slamming on the gas — or the brake.
“Jesus, Jesse!” Noah gripped the steering wheel tighter.
“Hurry!” Jesse licked through Noah’s slit, groaning at the taste of his precome. He undid his pants and pulled his own cock out, stroking it as he bobbed on Noah’s dick.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Noah pulled off into some woods and slammed the Hummer into park. He grabbed Jesse and they flipped into the backseat. Noah almost ripped his own jeans off trying to get them off his body. Jesse was all over him, sucking at his neck and lips.
“Want you, right now,” Jesse growled.
Noah grabbed at his jeans, reaching in the front pocket. He leaned over the backseat, ass in the air, and handed the lube packet to Jesse.
“Oh, God bless you.” Jesse ripped the packet open with his teeth and poured some into his hand. Slicking up his cock, he inserted a finger into Noah’s ass.
“No, just fuck me!” Noah grabbed at Jesse’s hips, urging him forward.
The windows were already fogging up as Jesse slid into hot perfection. Noah wrapped around him like a glove, squeezing his cock, causing delicious friction. Jesse groaned as he sank further in, filling Noah to the hilt. His fingers gripped Noah’s hips as he started pumping into him. Noah’s grunts filled the vehicle as Jesse jacked him off while fucking him.
“Fuck yeah, harder!” Noah gripped the upholstered seat and squeezed his eyes shut as Jesse hit him fast and hard and often. He bit his bottom lip as his orgasm heated his spine. “Gonna blow, Jesse!”
Jesse slapped Noah’s ass and shoved himself in hard. Noah’s cry filled his senses and then he was jerking, his own body succumbing to his orgasm. His hips bucked as he continued to shoot into Noah’s ass. Jesse slumped onto Noah’s back, panting. That, by far, had been some of the best sex of his life — and he was in a truck.
“I didn’t even do this in high school,” Jesse gasped.
“Me either. Sex in cars is highly underrated.”
Jesse cracked up and withdrew slowly.
“Now we can go home.”
Noah sighed in bliss as Jesse tended to him tenderly, wiping his ass and making sure he’d removed all of the sticky cum. He pulled his jeans back on and crawled into the front seat.
“We’re lucky an MP didn’t catch us.” Noah waited for Jesse to get back into his seat and buckle in. He leaned over and kissed him softly. "Not that I'm complaining at all — but was that jealousy sex?"
“Ah, no," Jesse stammered. “You just look really, really hot in bowling shoes and it made me horny...”
Noah laughed and then sobered. “We need to talk.”
Jesse stiffened. “About what?”
“I want us to move in together.”
Jesse released his breath. “Oh, thank God.”
Noah raised his brows. “What did you think I was going to say?”
“Well, conversations that begin with ‘we need to talk’ are never good.”
Noah cupped Jesse’s face. The light from the console illuminated worried green eyes.
“Hey, you’re my mate; I think you know what that means. We’re together forever. Even if it wasn’t ‘official,’ I know we belong to each other. I want us to be together.”
“Okay.”
“Okay? Like, you’ll move in with me?”
“On one condition.”
“Name it.”
“We get our own place. No living with brothers.”
“Done.”
~*~
The next two days were wonderful. Jesse couldn’t have been happier. He and Noah were house hunting online. They’d spent every waking hour getting to know each other. Jesse knew the mate bond was strong, but he’d had no idea just how much he’d have in common with Noah. They had both entered the military young, and both had lost their parents. They liked the same music, ate the same foods and drank the same beer brand. Their politics and philosophies on life in general were nearly identical. It was almost freaky.
“Look at this one — it’s not too far from your brothers.” Noah pointed at the screen.
Jesse eyed Noah. “We don’t have to live close to them, Noah. We live in the same state; it’s okay if we aren’t next door.”
“I just don’t want Justice to feel like I’m taking you away.”
Jesse smiled and grabbed Noah, settling him in his lap. “This is our life now. I love my brothers with all my heart, but I’m not going to pass everything by them, okay? I want to start a new life with you.” Jesse tilted his head. “In fact, we haven’t heard a peep from them in three days.”
“Oh, I turned my phone off. Even though it’s a secure government phone, I just didn’t feel like I should have it on.”
Jesse nodded. “Good idea. So, has Justice been talking to you telepathically?” Jesse had to laugh as Noah rolled his eyes. “Stupid question, huh?”
Noah palmed Jesse’s face. “I can understand why he’s so worried. I know how I would feel if something happened to you.”
“Well, I have my big, bad wolf protecting me.”
“Yeah, you do.”
~*~
Justice shielded his eyes as the helicopter landed on the pad near the Tucson International Airport. He wanted a sandwich, and that meant making a trip to Tucson. For the life of him, Justice couldn’t understand why more people didn’t know about this particular sandwich shop. Vince knew about it; when Justice had mentioned his craving, he was all on board to fly out. They walked to the truck parked nearby. Justice looked out the window as they headed down Valencia Road.
“God, I have been craving an eegee’s drink!” Vince blurted.
Justice chuckled. “I want an Italian grinder, everything on it!”
Vince sighed and smiled over at Justice. “This is why we get along.”
Justice laughed as they pulled up to the sandwich shop. The driveway was packed and Vince jumped out of the truck and headed in. The line was long and Vince looked over all the heads to see who was working.
“Hi, Karen!” Vince waved.
“Hi, Mr. Markov!” Karen fairly shouted.
The entire line turned, and eyes widened. Justice leaned against the wall and laughed as most of the people in line stampeded out the door. Apparently, having a reputation as a vicious assassin came with some awesome perks. Vince chuckled and stepped up behind the only three people remaining in line. They were all women.
“Hello, ladies,” Vince winked.
Justice shook his head with a smile as they all but swooned over the notorious killer.
“So, Justice — a twelve-inch Italian for you then?” Vince snarked.
“Oh, ha ha.”
They finally got their turn and Justice ordered for Jaxon as Vince ordered for the rest of the guys. He added a generous amount to the bill to make up for the lost business. They loaded up and headed back for the airport.
“I should go with you more often,” Justice laughed, sipping his strawberry eegee.
Justice looked out over the desert as they flew back. It seemed that mere minutes had gone by before they were touching down back in Phoenix. Vince jumped in his waiting Impala and cranked it as Justice put all the food in the backseat.
As they drove toward the subdivision, Justice’s head almost blew off — Jaxon was screaming at him.
“Stop the car!” Justice shouted. Vince slammed on the brakes and Justice wrenched the door open and flew out into the street. “GET TO THE HOUSE NOW!”
Vince’s eyes went wide as Justice shifted in the middle of the damn street. Whatever was going on, it was bad. He stomped on the gas.
Justice ran full out; he couldn’t care less that he was visible. The sound of glass breaking coming from Chance’s house made him push harder. He flew into the backyard and noticed that the sliding glass doors were broken.
The house was filled with rogues.
A loud roar stopped him at the doors. Conner was in wolf form, tearing rogues apart with a vicious snarl.
Keegan was propped against the wall with blood running down his arm, a gun in his right hand. Chance was on the dining room floor, unconscious. Locke and Logan were fighting alongside Killian and Jaxon. Another roar shook the house and Conner’s size took up most of the room as the normally calm and docile man tore apart rogues as if they were ragdolls.
The rogues, sensing they were losing, tried to flee only to be dragged back by Conner. Justice couldn’t believe his eyes. Conner Maccon was easily the same size as his husband, Wayne, in wolf form. A rogue yelped and Conner snarled in its face. Justice rushed to Keegan as Conner and the rest of the guys dealt with the remaining rogues.
Vince flew into the house and instantly took stock of what was going on. His eyes landed on his husband, slumped in the corner with Justice attending him. A flash of rage hit him and he turned on the remaining rogues, seeing nothing but red.
“YOU BASTARDS BIT HIM?!” Vince roared.
Justice shifted back to his human form and picked Keegan up. “I’ve got him, Vince! Go do what you have to do!”
Keegan’s head lolled and a faint moan rose from his lips.
“Can’t hold on much longer.” The other werewolves had not been able to leave the fight to help him by biting him and changing him into a werewolf. As carriers of Wayne’s bloodline, they could give Keegan his only chance at surviving the bite.
Justice noticed that Keegan had tied off his wrist, just above where he’d been bitten. He was cutting off the blood flow at the bite site. “Shit!” Justice desperately sought out Vince. “What do I do, Markov?!”
“Bite him, dammit!” Vince shouted.
Justice hurried Keegan into the back bedroom. He gripped his wrist and held it firm. Keegan’s eyes were bloodshot and his breathing was labored.
“What do you want, Keegan? Tell me.” Justice searched Keegan’s eyes.
“Just do it,” Keegan barely whispered. “I don’t want to be a rogue.”
Justice moved to bite Keegan as the meaning of what had happened hit him like a train. His eyes widened and he closed his eyes, sending a message to Noah.
“RUN!”