Make Me Burn (Bringing the Heat BK #2)
Bringing the Heat: Book 1
It’s been months since Wes Dumont laid eyes on Jayce Santana. Since Jayce kissed him and then left town without a word. Wes tried hard to put the tattered pieces of his heart back together, but another failed relationship makes it clear he’s nowhere near over Jayce. Now Jayce is back, once again tilting Wes’ world on its axis and setting his blood boiling. All the anger and resentment doesn’t hide the hunger, but Wes has been burned before and he’s grown wary of Jayce’s intentions.
Jayce has been running, from Wes and himself, denying the future he sees in the depths of Wes’ eyes. His past still haunts him, but he’s back, ready to fight. Ready to claim Wes the way he should have. Only Wes isn’t making things easy. Both men just may go up in flames before Jayce convinces Wes he’s playing for keeps.
Wes raced after the paramedics, keeping his sights on the gurney as they wheeled it into the emergency room. Strapped down, coated in blood from her mouth to her chest, Ever didn’t move.
And Wes couldn’t breath. If she died…if she died…He pushed the thought away as a nurse ran up to the medics.
“What do we have?”
The younger of the two men flanking Ever, dark-skinned with a trim goatee and neat braids, spoke. “Knife wound to the throat, it’s bleeding like a mother. Blood pressure dropping. Fast. ”
Wes covered his mouth with a trembling hand as the nurse pointed to a curtained off room.
“In here. Now.”
The paramedics did as commanded, a bloodied Simon Dakin right at their heels. The man refused to leave Ever alone, hopping into the ambulance before anyone could say otherwise. Wes didn’t mind. He didn’t think he could be strong enough to look at Ever as she lay there so still and not fall apart.
Damn that fucking Angus. He refused to leave them alone, refused to set Ever free. Thank God he’d been killed when Simon and Jayce fired on him. Whose bullet hit where they didn’t yet know, but Wes couldn’t care about that, not when Angus may have achieved his goal.
Ending Ever’s life.
Numb, vision blurry, Wes paced as people hurried in and out of Ever’s room. Simon hadn’t come out yet. He probably wouldn’t until Ever could as well. The man loved her, the intensity of it palpable and out there for anyone to see. Though he might be mad at Ever and Wes for deceiving him, Wes figured Simon wouldn’t hold it against them if Ever pulled through.
“Please.” Wes sent up a quiet prayer for the same thing. Ever deserved happiness, she deserved the future Angus tried so hard to steal. And after protecting Wes, she deserved nothing but the best of what life had to offer.
Blinking grainy eyes, he moved over to the nurses’ station. “Excuse me.” He held the corner of the desk to steady himself, waiting until the woman tapping away at a computer looked up. “Where’s your chapel?”
The woman pointed down the hall to her left. “That way. Turn left at the first corner and it’s three doors down.”
“Thanks.” Throwing one last furtive glance at Ever’s room, Wes made his way to the chapel.
Inside the small room outfitted with six benches, three on each side, and barely lit with a few flickering candles, he staggered to the front and dropped to the red carpeted floor. He stared up at the cross tacked on to the wall above a makeshift altar and clasped his hands together.
“Ah, I know it seems I only call on you when I’m in trouble.” He winced. “But I really need you today.” His voice cracked and he cleared his throat softly, swallowing to wet the dryness. “Please make Ever better. She needs to wake up and be all right.”
Twisting his fingers around each other, bottom lip quivering, he growled, “Nothing else is acceptable. She needs to be better and get that happy ever after she deserves.” He couldn’t imagine his life without Ever and he didn’t want to even try. She’d wake up. The knife wound in her neck where Angus tried to slice her throat would turn out to be really a scratch. They’d put a band-aid on it and she’d be all good.
Tears slid down his cheeks and he doubled over, wrapping his arms around his midsection. He and Ever had been through so much. Was it wrong to want a boring life where they didn’t have to worry about people trying to frame them as weapons dealers, put them in jail, or kill them?
Just once he wished he didn’t have to worry about Ever and himself. He wanted normal.
A warm hand clasped his shoulder, startling him upright.
He looked up into the dark eyes of Jayce Santana. Wes’ throat closed, this time for an entirely different reason. His pulse sped up. Jayce affected him, moved him.
“Are you okay?” Concern flickered in the depths of Jayce’s gray eyes as his gaze roamed Wes’ face.
Wes’ body heated. Damn it, Jayce would see he’d been crying. He dipped his head and sniffed. Shit. He never wanted to look weak in the other man’s eyes.
Jayce crouched beside him and grabbed his chin, forcing Wes to look at him. He suppressed a shiver at the rough scratch of Jayce’s hand on his skin.
“Hey.” Jayce brushed a thumb over Wes’ cheek, wiping away his tears. “It’s okay for you to be scared.” He smiled encouragingly.
Wes blinked up at him. When had they moved past Jayce growling and snarling at him to this, the other man offering comfort? From the moment he’d set eyes on Jayce inside Simon’s office earlier that night, Wes had sported a semi. The brooding Jayce seemed intent on hating him, even though in one unguarded moment Wes had recognized the spark of interest in Jayce’s eyes.
He didn’t know enough about Jayce to know what team he pitched for, but it was leaning more and more towards Wes’.
“Wes, are you with me?” Jayce raised an eyebrow.
“Uh, yeah.” Wes licked his dry lips, doing his best to ignore the erection in his pants growing bigger with each stroke of Jayce’s thumb over his cheek. “I, ah, I need to move.” Fuck, he was rapidly losing his ability to speak. He shifted away from the man at his side and rose swiftly to his feet. He couldn’t stay in here, not with Jayce so close and Ever out there.
He turned away, faced the door, but Jayce grabbed his arm.
Wes stiffened. For a man who’d wanted to shoot him so bad mere hours ago, Jayce sure seemed to like touching Wes now.
Something in that voice, in the way Jayce spoke his name set Wes’ stomach to fluttering. He refused to turn back, refused to look at Jayce. He’d see how much Wes wanted him. He’d see. Wes held his breath, cursing his traitorous body as his cock pulsed and throbbed.
From the barest of touches…and his name on Jayce’s lips.
“Wes, look at me.” Jayce kept his voice low in the quiet room, but Wes recognized the command in his tone.
He bristled and swung around, into the hard block of Jayce’s chest.
“Oomph.” Wes got a nose full of musky sweat clinging to Jayce’s skin and the tight white t-shirt he wore. He slapped his palms flat on Jayce’s chest to push himself back, but those hard arms locked around him, caging him in.
He held his breath, shifting so his lower half wasn’t pressed against Jayce. The hard-on would be a dead giveaway.
“Why are you holding me?” An inane question, but he awaited the answer while trying to twist his way out of Jayce’s hold, without much luck. All he managed to do was grind against Jayce.
Sweet as fuck. Breath hissed out from between his teeth.
“Quit it.” Jayce’s hot breath singed his forehead.
Wes froze and lifted his head, meeting Jayce’s gaze. His lips parted on a gasp when he saw the heat and hunger in Jayce’s eyes. They mirrored the need coursing through Wes.
“Oh, God.” The whispered words tore from his throat.
Jayce’s lips curved and he dipped his head.
He took Wes’ lips, tongue stabbing deep inside without asking for entry. Wes curled his fingers in the front of Jayce’s t-shirt and held on. Jayce pressed close, the bulge of his erection rubbing against Wes. Molten lava spread through Wes, nice and slow, matching the rhythm Jayce set as he flicked his tongue in and out of Wes’ mouth, fucking him there while his hips rocked.
Wes moaned, reeling under the intense heat. Just a kiss and he wanted to strip naked and ride Jayce into tomorrow.
Jayce moved a hand from around Wes’s waist and anchored it in his hair, blunt fingers digging into his scalp. Wes reciprocated by grinding into him, cocks bumping over each other as they rocked. Lost in all the delicious sensations, Wes’ prick strained against his zipper, leaking. He curled his tongue around Jayce’s, sucking hard.
Jayce grunted, his fingers clutching Wes’ hair tightened. His remaining arm around Wes moved down and down, cupping his ass.
Wes moaned and wiggled, spreading his legs wider. Hungry moans bubbled in his throat, caught by Jayce’s kiss before they could spill from his lips.
“Hmm.” Wes sank his nails into Jayce’s muscled arms, digging in.
Jayce reciprocated by shoving a thigh between Wes’ thighs, pressing against the balls drawn up to the underside of his cock. Wes rode that thigh, mewling and shaking as he lost himself in Jayce.
His body burned, need overwhelming him, and he broke the kiss on a grunt. “Jayce, fuck.”
“We’re in a chapel, Wes.” Jayce chuckled, but Wes made out the strain in his voice and caught the tremor in his body.
Wes staggered away, sinking onto a bench as Jayce’s cell phone went off.
“Isn’t that supposed to be turned off?” Wes frowned up at him, but Jayce threw him a wink and answered his call.
Wes sat with his head in his shaky hands. He’d almost allowed Jayce to—to do stuff to him in a chapel. A freaking chapel. God!
His balls ached, his lips felt swollen, and his limbs were rubbery. Usually he’d be feeling those effects after a night of some heavy fucking, not a simple kiss and dry hump.
“Yeah, I heard you. I’ll be there in time.”
Wes glanced up as Jayce ended his call and turned to him. Regret stared back at Wes from those damn intense eyes and his heart sank.
Already Jayce had regrets?
“Wes. I…” Jayce cleared his throat. “I have to go.”
Wes frowned. “You have to—where? Where are you going?”
Jayce glanced away. “Out of town on a job. It’s…I can’t not go.”
Wes laughed, but nothing about the fucking situation was funny. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever been an experiment before.” God, his chest hurt.
“What are you talking about?” Jayce slid his phone into his back pocket and folded his arms across his chest. “How are you an experiment?”
Wes jumped to his feet and crowded him. “I bet you’ve never sucked cock before. I can also bet you’ve never spread ‘em for anyone. You saw me and decided you’d experiment, didn’t you?” He pointed a trembling finger at Jayce chest. “You saw how much I wanted you and used me to fulfill some sick ass fantasy.” Wes voice cracked as he said, “Now you’ll scratch that off your list and go back to business as usual, fucking those uptight women you usually do ‘cause they just lay there and take it.”
Jayce’s eyes narrowed. He stepped forward, chest brushing Wes’. His gaze was intimidating as fuck, but Wes held his ground, refusing to back down or lower his gaze.
“You got all that from me saying I have to go out of town?” Jayce’s tone was deceptively soft.
“I don’t do straight men, which is exactly what you are.” Wes shoved a hand through his hair. “I’m not okay with being used as an experiment, or to fulfill some gay fantasy.”
Jayce stared at him like he’d lost his mind then turned and walked to the door. Every step he took sent Wes’ heart plummeting lower and lower.
At the door, Jayce turned around. “All those bets you just made? You’d lose them all, big time.”