...Jackson woke up to the feel of warm lips trailing over his chest.

He couldn’t help smiling. It had worked. Talking hadn’t gotten through to Adam, but a purely physical assault seemed to have done the trick. And now that he had him, Jackson had no intention of letting Adam slip back into his shell. Sleeping here had been the best option, despite the risks, and it seemed to be paying off now.

The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the top of Adam’s head as his mouth worked across Jackson’s collarbone and over his chest. The drapes were pulled on the small window, allowing in just enough light to see the chair wedged under the cabin doorknob.

Then he realized his wrists were tied to the bedposts, probably with the drape ties.

“Adam? What’s going on?”

He could feel Adam’s slow smile against his skin. “Wondered how long it would take you to wake up.”

“I’ve been woken up worse ways,” he had to admit. “That still doesn’t explain the bondage.”

Adam continued his descent. “You’re not as worldly as you claim if you think this is bondage.” Pausing for a moment, he glanced up, eyes dark and heavy lidded. “You wanted me, now you’ve got me, Jackson. But on my terms.”

Adam aroused was a completely different animal from the cold, calculating man at the card table. What had been authority before had become overwhelming command. It was delicious. “I’ve never had any problem with your terms.”

“You didn’t seem to care all that much for ‘leave me the hell alone.’”

That wasn’t anything but cowardice, but Jackson kept that thought to himself. “Doesn’t count,” he said instead.

“How do you reckon?” Adam paused to look up, and Jackson got lost in the depths of his coffee dark eyes.

“Because you weren’t in the game,” he explained. ”Now, win or lose, at least we both know we played.”

“Are you always this philosophical in the morning?”

“I might be. Though, I didn’t come up with that this morning.” He hissed when Adam ran his tongue up Jackson’s neck. “I’m only thinking about one thing at the moment.”

“How you can get free?”

“No, how you’re going to make it worth my while not to.”

Adam chuckled, moving up to kiss him. Jackson opened his mouth to welcome it. He wanted Adam in no doubt that he wanted this. Adam took advantage of it, teasing at Jackson’s lips before probing inside. At the same time, he reached down to fondle Jackson’s balls. Jackson groaned into Adam’s mouth.

Jackson was desperate to return the contact, but his hands were effectively bound. With enough effort he could get free, but Adam wanted him tied, so he’d stay tied. Instead, he reciprocated the one way he could, with sound and the subtle shift of his body against Adam’s.

The combination of kiss and caress shouldn’t have been so overwhelming, but coming from Adam, it was devastating. He never lost control, never allowed Jackson to take too much or escape very far, the hand massaging his cock always gentle, always firm, making Jackson wild with the need for more.

“This is killing you, isn’t it?” Adam asked against the side of Jackson’s throat.

“Yes.” His voice cracked, telling Adam everything Jackson couldn’t find the words for.

Adam began working down his chest again, his hand never ceasing its intimate attentions farther down. “You can’t respond, can’t resist, can’t run away, and can’t take control.”

“Adam, please!”

“Don’t worry, Jackson. You’re going to get everything you want. But we’ve got a lot of hours to kill before the game starts up again, and I plan to take advantage of them all.”