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“I failed,” Jake said, inhaling Sanjay’s scent. “You were stabbed.”
“You went up against a gun. Since we’re both still alive, I’d call that a win.”
Jake nodded. “You’re right. We did win.”
He leaned in and pressed his lips to Sanjay’s, savoring the taste of his mate. It was a victory, and he wanted to celebrate it. When he broke the kiss, he said, “You need your rest.”
Sanjay grabbed Jake, refusing to let him up. “I’ve had enough rest. Where were we before we had to leave the house?”
Jake smirked. “I’m pretty sure you were sitting on my lap.”
A burst of laughter escaped Jake when Sanjay rolled then straddled him. Jake had let his little gazelle toss him around because he liked seeing Sanjay in such a playful mood. Now his mate sat atop him, looking victorious and smug.
“You’ve got me pinned down, so what’re you going to do with me?” Jake asked as he rested his hands on Sanjay’s upper thighs. “I vote for sexual torture.”
Sanjay bit his lip as he shrugged. He glanced at Jake from under his lashes, setting Jake’s heart to racing at the shy way his mate was acting.
“What’s wrong?” Jake asked.
“I’m not usually the aggressor,” Sanjay confessed. “I talk a good game, but as you can see, I can’t put my money where my mouth is.”
“I don’t mind being in control.”
Sanjay rolled his hazel eyes. “You’re a predator. Of course you don’t mind being in control.”
Now Jake was confused. “So do you want me to take over, or don’t you want me to take over? I’m not sure which route you want me to take, Sanjay.”
Leaning forward until he rested his chest against Jake’s, Sanjay whispered, “Get behind the steering wheel and drive.”
“You have some very strange sexual metaphors,” Jake whispered right back.
Sanjay scowled, and when he spoke, it was in a normal tone. “You’re the one who was talking about taking a route.”
“Not that kind of…” Jake chuckled. “Never mind. We’ve just made this too damn complicated.” He jutted his chin toward the nightstand. “Get the lube so I can drive your ass to the victory line.”
Sanjay laughed so hard that Jake thought his mate would fall off of him. The damn sound was infectious, and Jake started laughing too.
“We’re a pair of dorks,” Sanjay said as his laughter began to die down. He leaned sideways and fished through the drawer for the lube. “This isn’t motor oil.” He slapped the bottle into Jake’s hand.
“Motor oil is classified as lubricant,” Jake pointed out playfully. “Gonna need lube to put my gas nozzle into your tank.”
Sanjay looked at Jake as if he’d lost his mind. “Okay, no more car metaphors. Ever.”
“You don’t want my gas nozzle—”
Sanjay clamped a hand over Jake’s mouth. “If you finish that sentence, you’ll be pumping your nozzle into your own hand.”
“What’s a nozzle?” Jake asked when Sanjay moved his hand away.
His mate gave him a look that said, “That’s what I thought.”
Jake flipped them, placing Sanjay on his back, and then slipped out of bed and removed his clothes. He wasn’t even sure why he’d asked for the lube when he still had them on.
When he crawled back into bed, Jake stopped, staring at Sanjay’s stomach. He shook his head, telling himself not to think about the attack. Right now Sanjay needed him, and Jake wasn’t going to bog down their time with anger and threats of what he was going to do to Beanpole if he ever saw him again.
Sanjay was watching him, so Jake forced those thoughts from his head as he held the lube. “Do you want me to stretch you, or…can I watch?”
Sanjay’s eyes widened ever so slightly, just a fraction of an inch, and his cheeks turned a delicate shade of pink. Jake couldn’t help but notice the contrast between Sanjay’s confident demeanor and timid reactions. It was endearing in a way.
