Page 128 of The Fire Line

“Top you.”

Jay’s smile arrived slowly. “We are running out of ways to phrase this.”

The image formed before Harris could stop it. Jay beneath him. Harris’s hands on his hips. Harris inside him.

His cock pulsed between them.

“You’d let me… do that to you?”

The humor in Jay’s face sharpened into something hotter. “Oh, I’d do a lot more than let you.”

Christ.

“Harris.” Jay’s fingers moved into the hair at the back of his neck. “With Miles, topping became the default because that was what worked for us. It doesn’t mean I stopped wanting anything else.”

“And you want it with me.”

“I’ve spent several days thinking about the details.”

Satisfaction hit Harris with enough force to leave him briefly unsteady.

Jay had not offered to switch because Harris failed some test. He had not selected an easier option for the inexperienced man. He had been sitting across from Harris at breakfast, working in the production office, riding beside him in the truck, and imagining Harris’s hands on him.

Harris caught him by the hips and rolled them. Jay landed flat on his back with a startled grunt.

“Too much?” Harris asked.

“No.” Jay’s mouth curved. “I like when you manhandle me.”

The admission went directly through Harris. He kissed Jay again, one hand closing around his thigh and pushing it wider. Jay opened without hesitation and met the kiss with enough hunger to burn away most of what Harris had carried into the room.

This was what Jay wanted.

Not a concession. Not a consolation prize.

Harris.

“Bag,” Jay said against his mouth. “Front pocket.”

Harris leaned over the side of the bed without moving far enough to lose contact. He found the condoms and the small bottle of lube, nearly taking the lamp with him when he straightened.

Jay laughed.

Harris glared at him. “Not a word, Navarro.”

“I said nothing!”

“You were about to.”

“I was merely appreciating your grace under pressure.”

“Appreciate quietly.”

Harris opened the lube. He was not working entirely from nothing, which was unfortunately not the same as knowing what the hell he was doing. Years ago, Claire had once asked him to play with her ass during sex. She had disliked it almost immediately, they had stopped, and the experiment had never been repeated.

That was the full extent of Harris’s practical experience.

He moved between Jay’s thighs, shifting one leg higher. The position left him completely exposed.