Jardin's Gamble (Haven, Texas Book 9) by Laylah Roberts

Author:Laylah Roberts [Roberts, Laylah]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2020-09-22T16:00:00+00:00

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Jardin watched Carrick’s tight ass as he led him toward the bedroom. He had to fight the urge to be the one in the lead. Although he did admit the view was good.

He wondered what that ass would look like red. How well Carrick would take his whip. His belt. His paddle. His pulse raced.

He’d expected more of a push back to his dominance. But then, Carrick wasn’t a typical Dom. Or a typical sub. Jardin knew he wouldn’t submit for anyone else. And that fucking pleased the hell out of him.

Sometimes he’d take his commands perfectly, other times he wouldn’t. Maybe sometimes he’d want the pain Jardin enjoyed giving. Maybe other times he’d tell him to fuck off.

He grinned at the thought. Jardin hadn’t felt so alive in years.

He wasn’t losing Carrick. Not ever again.

Thoughts of Thea flitted through his head. With her, they’d have balance. They could both command her. Both watch over her. Both keep her safe. He’d damn well enjoy taking her over his knee and spanking her. Then fucking her. Then watching Carrick fuck her.

Or taking her together.

That’s what he’d dreamed of. Thea sucking on Carrick’s cock while Jardin took him from behind. Jardin inside Thea’s pussy while Carrick took him.

All in good time.

Right now, he needed to show Carrick how much he meant to him. How much he needed him. How seriously he took this.

“Shirt off,” he commanded as soon as they entered Carrick’s bedroom.

The other man just raised an eyebrow, but he quickly striped off his black shirt. Sally used to complain about Carrick’s limited wardrobe and lack of style.

Jardin didn’t give a fuck. The other man was hot. Gorgeous. Sexy as hell. Sally had never seen that. And it had been her loss.

But enough about that bitch. There was only one woman he’d allow to come between them. And he meant that in a physical way, not an emotional one, because that shit wasn’t happening again.

When Carrick was finally naked, Jardin ran his gaze over his firm chest. The man was sculpted from his wide shoulders down his rippling six-pack to his Adonis belt.

His gaze snagged on the thick cock sticking up. Hell. Yes.

“You planning on just staring at me all night?” There was a note of challenge in Carrick’s voice.

Jardin’s darker side started to rise. Go easy. “Get on the bed. Hands above your head.”

Carrick raised his eyebrows. “Always the bossy bastard.”

“Would you want me any other way?”

Carrick let out a bark of laughter. “Shockingly, no.” He climbed on the slightly messy bed. Unsurprisingly, the sheets were dark gray and the duvet was black.

Most people might look at Carrick and think he was uncomplicated. That he liked things simple. And he did. But there was more to him than the surface. Jardin slowly stripped as Carrick put his hands behind his head and watched, his gaze filled with admiration.

He wasn’t as cut as Carrick, but he didn’t slack on time in the gym. He’d never needed much sleep and it wasn’t as though his nights were occupied with anything else.

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