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Jack looked around. “Yeah, this is a big house for one person. Gets lonely here sometimes, when Rachael or Huck aren’t here with me.”
Mendez bounced his brows. “This is a nice kitchen, but I love the master bedroom the most.”
Jack chuckled. “Typical guy.”
“Damn straight.” Mendez slid his gaze over Jack. “Maybe you need a hard cock in your ass to relieve the tension after that long flight.”
“Maybe I’ll use my toys upstairs if I feel the need.” Jack was back in his territory, and he was feeling feisty. Besides, he liked getting under Mendez’s skin. For a while he’d stopped, but Jack missed the banter.
“You got toys?” Mendez’s brows shot up as he gave Jack a wicked grin. “Do you share them, or are you a greedy boy?”
“Depends on my mood. If you’re nice to me, I just might let you see them.” He held up a hand, holding back his smile. “See them, not touch or use them on me.”
“Spoilsport,” Mendez grumbled. “Can I at least watch if you decide to use them on yourself?”
Jack went to the fridge. He needed an ice-cold bottle of water to put out the fire that was growing inside of him. They’d just had sex last night. They’d snuck out of his mom’s house and hurried to the woods. Jack wouldn’t say he was a fan of being on all fours with twigs and hard earth underneath him, but he was a huge fan of what Mendez did to him to make him forget his discomfort.
He grabbed the bottle and turned, twisting the cap off and taking a large swallow. “You want to watch me shove that fat vibrator up my ass?”
Mendez gave a low growl. “Damn straight.”
“Or would you prefer to watch me get off with my vibrating cock ring?”
“You’re killing me,” Mendez said in a strained voice.
Jack smirked. “Maybe later you’ll hear the vibrating noise coming from the bedroom. If there’s a sock on the door, you’re not allowed to come in.”
He needed to stop teasing Mendez because Jack’s dick had perked right up with the dirty teasing. It liked the way Jack was thinking.
Mendez had started toward him when his phone rang. “Cockblocked by the fucking ring.”
Jack wanted to do his own growling at the interruption. “Go ahead. I’m heading into my studio. I think going home to Willow Point inspired me.”
So had their conversation.
Mendez looked pissed as he answered the call. Jack continued on to his home studio. It was on the first floor, a large room with oak-paneled walls and his guitar collection. He had two Telecaster guitars, one red, one black, and three Gretsch. There were also two plush couches and a booth for recording.
Jack hadn’t shown Mendez this room because it was his haven, and he didn’t like anyone in there. This room was Jack’s favorite. He couldn’t count how many hours he’d spent in here writing, recording, and just fucking around. He also had a glass-encased shelf where all his awards and platinum and gold records were on display.
It was the one room where Jack felt himself, where he could get lost in his music with no one else around. That had been his rule when he had this room designed. No one but him was allowed in it.
It was his creative space, and he didn’t want anyone invading it.
Jack stopped when he entered. His heart nearly gave out when he saw his guitars smashed to pieces on the floor. The recording booth door was hanging on its hinges, and there was sheet music everywhere, as if someone had gathered them up then thrown them around the room.
Jack backed away, horrified that someone had been in his house. How? He had a state-of-the-art security system and cameras everywhere. Not inside but all around the outside of the house.
Thank fuck they hadn’t shattered his display case. His awards and records seemed untouched.
“Mendez!” Jack’s gut twisted, and tears filled his eyes that his beloved guitars were in ruins. Three of them had been gifted to him by legendary artists. But most of all, someone had been in his studio.
Mendez was by his side in seconds. He looked at the destruction then pulled Jack back to the kitchen. “I need the phone number of your security company.”
Jack was dazed. “You’re my security company.”
“No, sweetheart. For the alarm system.”
Jack nodded and looked the number up in his contacts then gave it to Mendez. His mate called the company as Jack sat down at the table, his fear turning into rage.
