Hold The Line: Inked 1 by SE Jakes & Stephanie Tyler

Author:SE Jakes & Stephanie Tyler [Jakes, SE]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: m/m, Military, Romance
Publisher: SEJ / Stephanie Tyler LLC
Published: 2014-11-10T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

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Con’s the guy you want at your side in a battle of life and death, Scott had written. Or life in general.

And Quinn had seen that from the start—Con was certainly a mass of contradictions—tough but sweet. And things were more fun with Con. The sex was off the goddamned charts, but sex alone, without anything else, was usually good for a night or two.

Unless it was sex with someone you wanted to be with outside the bedroom. And somewhere along the way, it’d stopped being about close proximity and no choice and the road trip they’d been forced on, and it started being about goddamned fun.

Because Con continued to drag Quinn into all kinds of glorious trouble, reminding him that losing control is sometimes as much fun as taking it could be. He’d started to watch Con’s pool hustling technique—and subsequent fighting ability—with great interest.

“Just enjoy it,” Con said. “I can take care of the rest of it.”

And Con did. Quinn began to realize how exactly that happened. He’d begun to pay attention to how Con went in wherever they were going first, in order to survey the area for safety. He’d sit with his back to the wall. Most of the time, Quinn was sure Con didn’t even realize he was doing it—it was ingrained, more so from the military but no doubt those protective measures began early…and probably had something to do with Con’s hustling. That made it easier to forgive the constant military maneuvers.

And so, in a way, Con wasn’t only protecting him, but he was also babying him as well. Quinn had never had that. He’d always been the protector, and even though that was a role he reveled in, fuck, he really liked this. More than he’d ever thought he could.

There were also concerts along the way, because they realized how much they liked the same mix of classic rock and rap, which left both men cheering and dancing along with the crowds. After one particularly crazy AC/DC concert, Con was wearing devil horns by the end of the night—and he left them on while Quinn fucked him.

Con also taught Quinn how to play pool. Quinn knew the basics, but there was something really fucking hot about having Con—in a private room Con had rented for his purpose—lean all over him while also being intent on showing Quinn “the right way to do things.” He’d spent hours teaching Quinn to play.

And then Quinn had fucked him, quick and hard on the pool table. And then they’d gone back to the hotel and Quinn had taught him a few more things.

“Never going to forget that game,” Con muttered.

Quinn wouldn’t either. It was all give and take, and that got them all the way through the Midwest. They had five days and four nights left before they hit New York. And every day was just about exploring.

But there was something that Con did almost every afternoon that got Quinn to wondering. At first, he hadn’t thought much about it, because he’d just assumed Con needed his space.

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