Page 126 of The Fire Line

“Bossy.”

“You have no idea.”

Harris got rid of them. Jay finally kicked free of the last boot and his own jeans, then came over Harris again with nothing between them.

Harris’s hands moved down his back, over his sides, and around the firm curve of his ass. He pulled Jay closer until their cocks pressed together.

Jay’s eyes closed. “Fuck.”

A quiet laugh escaped him.

Harris took that as a challenge. He pulled Jay tighter against him and rolled his hips again, harder this time.

Jay’s laugh broke off into a breath. “Fuck, yes.”

Harris put his mouth against his throat. Jay smelled like mint, sweat, and whatever product he used in his hair. Familiar parts arranged differently now.

Jay’s hand tightened at the back of Harris’s neck. “I’ve been thinking about us fucking since approximately mile marker thirty-eight.”

Harris went still. “Oh yeah?”

Jay moved slowly against him, enough to make Harris’s breath catch. “If you want.”

All right.

Here it was.

Harris wanted Jay. He trusted him. Whatever happened next, Harris could manage it.

“What do I need to do?”

Jay blinked. “For what?”

“You know.” Harris regretted the sentence immediately. “To get ready.”

Jay’s movement stopped. His brows drew together as he looked at Harris’s face.

“For me?”

“Yup.”

“To fuck you?”

Harris’s jaw tightened. “Thought that was where this was headed.”

Jay stared at him for another second, then pressed one hand flat against Harris’s chest when Harris tried to pull him down for another kiss.

“Wait.”

Harris exhaled through his nose. “What?”

“You’ve been assuming I’d top the first time?”

“You always topped Miles.”

Jay’s face changed. His mouth opened, closed, and then moved faintly at one corner.

“That’s what you said,” Harris added.