Page 40 of Hyde and Seek
“Don’t forget about those cookies!” Jet yelled.
“I’ll drop them off at Hyde’s on Tuesday,” I called over my shoulder.
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Fifteen minutes later, we pulled up to a nice condo complex and Jake cut the engine. I got off the bike and removed my helmet, handing it to him.
“Jacoby, where are we?” I asked, unable to resist using his real name. He looked down at me with a brow lift, one side of his mouth quirked up. “What? It’s a hot name.”
“Fair enough.”
“So, where are we?”
He opened the front door. “My place.”
I walked in first, stopping as Jake punched his code into the beeping alarm.
Minus a coffee mug and a small stack of mail, the room was clean. As in,reallyclean. It was dominated by a plush looking couch and large flat screen TV on the wall. That was it. There were no personal effects. No framed pictures or hanging sports memorabilia. None of the write-ups about Hyde or any of the awards they’d won.
Before I could look around more, Jake grabbed me and pulled me to him, his mouth covering mine. Light and teasing, his tongue danced with mine.
I pushed myself against him, needing more.
His hands traveled down my back to my ass, cupping it as he lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, gasping at the hardness of hisveryevident arousal.
He carried me through a doorway and set me down on a soft bed. His mouth left mine, kissing down the curve of my neck as he pushed my bolero down my arms.
I pulled it the rest of the way off and tossed it to the side before reaching behind his head. Gently tugging the hair tie, I freed his hair and finally,finallyran my fingers through the softness of it. It was better than I’d thought it would be, and I’d put alotof thought into it.
He lightly kissed the top of my chest. An intense pleasure grew low in my gut, taking my breath away.
“Jacoby.”
“Hmm?” The noise vibrated against me.
“Please, I need more,” I pleaded.
“More what?”
“More of you, touching me.”
Jake sat up to pulled my shoes and pants off, throwing them to the side.
I grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head, exposing tan skin and defined muscle. An intricate tattoo of gears, pistons, and other mechanical parts covered his shoulders and down one arm, giving the illusion that his skin was split open to show a robotic inner. The left side of his stomach was covered in a colorful swirled design that I wanted to explore with my tongue.
The definition of his pelvic muscle leading into his pants would require a month, at least, to explore.
Drawing my attention from the ink to something much better, Jake went up onto his knees and undid his belt. Opening the button and zipper, he pushed his pants partway down. A pair of dark blue boxer briefs covered, but did nothing to hide, his hard cock, though I’m not sure anything could have.
I knew my face gave away my thoughts when Jake’s voice grew rougher. “Shirt off.” Shifting to his side, he kicked his jeans the rest of the way off.
I sat up and undid the tiny hooks down my side, peeling away my top.
“Fuck, you weren’t kiddin’.” He covered my body with his.
“What?” I asked hazily as I laid back.
“You show up in my shop lookin’ good and wholesome in an outfit that should’ve turned me off but made my dick hard, thinkin’ of ways I wanted to corrupt you. Now I know under all that prim and proper was rock ‘n’ roll. Ray?”
