Page 99 of Silent Damage

“Jason, if it’s a broken rib—”

“It’s not. I’m fine,” he tries to assure me.

“You don’t know that,” I reply.

Jason pulls me closer to him—so close our lips almost touch. “Gabe, I need you here.”

We stay like that for a moment, completely still, until he loosens his grip and threads our fingers together.

My resolve shatters.

I kiss his hand and whisper, “Okay.”

Jason nods, brushing the curls off my face, then leans forward and kisses me.

“Come,” he says, then scooches over and pulls me onto the stretcher with him.

I wedge my body next to him, careful not to bump him. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” Jason says.

Our lips connect, and we fall into each other's embrace, both of us clutching the other like our lives depend on it.

The kissing grows hotter, heavier. Desire takes over.

His hands travel down my back to squeeze my ass, and I respond by gripping his crotch.

He’s hard, and I’m truly shocked after the fight he just had. “I can’t believe your dick is getting hard. Aren’t you exhausted?”

Always the cocky little shit, Jason responds, “Nah, I’m fucking virile, baby.” He thrusts his hips against my hand, waggling his brows, and I can’t help but fall for it. Jason’s swagger just does it for me.

Because I know it’s a mask.

“So, you’re not too tired?” I ask while palming his bulge.

“Nope,” Jason says with a sly grin and dark eyes.

I unzip his jeans and reach into his boxers to grip his cock.

“I’m mad that you did this tonight, but I can’t deny how fucking hot you were out there.” I spit into my hand and use it as lube as I stroke his cock.

“Fuck me,” he hisses. “You liked watching me fight?”

“No, but you looked hot as hell, whooping ass shirtless,” I say as my thumb massages the head of his dick.

Jason’s feet flex, and his hips thrust into my hand. “Gabe, kiss me.”

His tongue slides into my mouth, and all I can think about is having him pressed on top of me—holding me down while he uses my body for his pleasure.

“Your lips are so hot,” he says to me.

I imagine he doesn’t have the energy to fuck me senseless, but there are other things we can do. “They’re even hotter when they’re wrapped around your dick.”

Jason’s grin is wicked. “I love when you talk like a slut.”

“I love being your slut,” I respond.

Jason’s eyes grow dark, and his tongue runs along his bottom lip. “Suck my dick, you fucking whore.”