Page 162 of Hard Bargain

The kiss wasn’t tentative or careful. It was weeks of hunger compressed into one reckless act. His hands fisted in Dominic’s jacket, dragging him in, pressing closer as if he could crawl inside his body if he tried hard enough. The kiss was bruising, desperate, almost violent in its urgency. He poured every sleepless night and every ounce of grief into Dominic’s mouth.

Dominic took over. A rough sound tore from his throat as his hand moved to Knox’s hair, gripping hard enough to sting. The kiss changed instantly—deeper, darker, no longer Knox’s to control.

Dominic devoured him. There was punishment in the way he kissed. He spun Knox and drove him backward until his spine struck the iron gate. With cold bars at his back and Dominic’s heat in front of him, there was nowhere to go.

He didn’t want to be anywhere else.

Dominic’s mouth left his to drag down his jaw, teeth grazing the pulse hammering in his throat. “Do you have any idea,” he said against Knox’s skin, “what you did to me?”

Knox could barely breathe. His hands were everywhere—clutching Dominic’s shoulders, dragging over his chest. Desperate. Greedy. Shameless in a way he’d stopped trying to fight. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Dominic pulled back, eyes gone black and dangerous. “Sorry?” His hand slid to Knox’s throat. “I spent four weeks letting you pretend to have your precious space. Do you know how much restraint that took?” The hand tightened a fraction. “Every single day I wanted to come here and drag you home.”

Knox’s lips parted. “Then why didn’t you?”

Dominic’s mouth lowered to Knox’s ear. “Because I wanted you to come back to me starving.”

Knox nearly came undone from the words alone. His body betrayed him completely, arching forward, asking for more in every way a body could ask without language.

“You missed this,” Dominic whispered.

Knox nodded. “Yes.”

Dominic’s hand moved from Knox’s throat to his jaw, thumb brushing his lower lip. “Did LA cure you of me?”

For the first time since running, Knox didn’t try to protect himself. “No.”

Dominic kissed him again, fingers digging into Knox’s hips, yanking him closer, while Knox clawed at his back, desperate to feel skin. “Dom—” It came out broken, more like begging.

Dominic growled against his mouth and hauled him tighter, one hand gripping the back of Knox’s thigh, lifting it against his hip. The shift pressed cocks together in a way that punched a moan out of Knox so loud it echoed in the night.

Knox couldn’t be quiet. Didn’t know how anymore. He was shaking, actually shaking. “Please.” He didn’t even know what he was asking for. Just more. More contact. More pressure. More of that thing that had been missing for weeks and was flooding back so fast it was drowning him.

Knox’s hands fumbled blindly with Dominic’s belt. “Need to touch you,” he gasped. “Need—please—”

Dominic hissed as Knox’s fingers wrapped around him. Hot. Thick. Already slick at the tip. Knox stroked him from base to head, thumb circling, feeling him throb.

Then he dropped.

His knees hit the gravel. The bite of it through his jeans didn’t register. He looked up through his lashes, lips parting as he took that heavy cock into his mouth. Dominic groaned, fingers tangling in Knox’s hair, guiding him deeper. Knox sucked greedily, cheeks hollowing, tongue dragging along the underside. A moan escaped around the length that vibrated through them both.

“That’s it, baby,” Dominic rasped, hips rocking forward. “Suck like you’ve missed it. Like you’re fucking starved for it.”

He was. God, he was. He bobbed faster, one hand working what his mouth couldn’t take, the other cupping his balls. Saliva dripped down the shaft, the obscene slurps filling the night air.

“Fuck. Knox—” Dominic hauled him up before it could end. He dragged him to his feet by his arms and crushed their mouths together. His hands worked at Knox’s waistband, shoving his pants down to mid-thigh, freeing his aching cock. His fist closed around it. Knox bucked and whined into the kiss, pleasure spiking through him. “Nnh—Dom, I—”

Dominic broke away to rasp against his swollen lips. “Fuck. Want to bury myself in that tight ass, stretch you open until you’re screaming my name.” His grip tightened, stroking harder. “But not here. Home.”

Knox shuddered so violently his teeth chattered.

Dominic spat into his palm, reached down, and gripped both cocks together.

Oh god.

The friction was savage, slicked with spit and pre-cum, their cocks sliding together in Dominic’s fist. Knox clawed at his shoulders, their foreheads pressed together, panting into each other’s mouths. “Dom. I can’t—I’m going to—” His body tightened everywhere at once.

“Come for me, baby,” Dominic said, biting his neck hard enough to mark. “Show me you’re mine.”