“True.” He sighs heavily.
I’m both relieved and disappointed he’s agreeing with me, but since I’ve already made a commitment to Jace this is the right thing to do. Still, I can’t let him think that night wasn’t important to me.
“It was incredible, Kane. One of the best nights of my life. Please don’t let the conflict we have now taint the memory of what we shared then.”
“Um, wow. That was sort of beautiful.” He blinks wide blue eyes up at me. It makes me feel even more like shit, especially since I glossed over the part about not being out, but this isn’t the time for that conversation.
“See you at work tomorrow?” I give him a hand to help him rise as his bus pulls up to the stop.
“Deal.” He takes it with a brave smile, then climbs inside without looking back.
For the first time since Carter offered me this gig, I’m not looking forward to it.
Chapter twelve
Jace
The last hour feels more like ten. That isn’t a total shock—the last hour of a road trip is always the longest—but it’s never felt this long before. I think that’s because I’ve never had anyone waiting for me at the end of the drive, and the anticipation of seeing Blake again has me on pins and needles.
Or maybe my ass is just asleep.
Pulling into the outskirts of town, my heartbeat accelerates, and my achy muscles itch to move. Although we’ve talked or texted every day, that didn’t even begin to fill the void of not being able to see Blake’s face or feel his body next to mine.Is that a new relationship thing, or will coming home to him always feel like this?I guess time will tell.
It’s going on six when I finally pull into the drive after I drop my trailer at Axel’s. Since the sun hasn’t set there aren’t any obvious signs that Blake is home, like lights glowing in the window. That kicks my heartbeat up another notch, and not in a good way. A mix of panic and dread floods my chest, and the idea that he might not be here makes me physically uneasy. And then the hum of the TV drifts toward me as I open the door, and the pressure in my chest subsides.
He’s here.
Trying to ignore the mini breakdown I just experienced, I step inside and watch Blake, unnoticed, while I take a moment to get myself in check. His hazel eyes are unfocused as he flips aimlessly through the channels, so deep in thought the images on the screen don’t seem to register.
I desperately want to know what’s going on in his mind, but rather than intrude, I stay still and let my eyes roam. There’s a slight tension in his broad shoulders, a tiny crease between his brows, though he doesn’t look mad, just serious. It’s sort of hot.
Our short time together has already revealed that Blake’s a deep thinker, carefully weighing every angle before he speaks. I’m sure that stems from keeping his secrets locked down tight, and I wonder briefly if that means I’m the reason for his current state. If he’s having second thoughts about what it means to be with me. Then he blinks me into focus as he registers my presence, and he smiles so big I’m damn near blinded by his white teeth.
Whatever had him preoccupied seconds ago is gone—it straight up vanishes—as he leaps up from the couch and closes the distance between us, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and pulling me firmly against his chest.No second thoughts, then.
I’m not sure how my presence alone can get this reaction, but it definitely makes me feel like I’m doing the right thing moving in, even if it’s a little soon to take this step.
“Damn I’m glad you’re back.” His voice is raspy against my ear. “Do you need help unpacking?”
“Later.” I reach behind his head and pull him to me, crushing our lips together. The combination of soft lips and rough stubble brush against me, a sensation that has my cock stirring, and after several days apart it’s eager for his touch. I drag my hand down his chest, over hisflat stomach, until I find the button on his shorts. “It’s been too long,” I groan, tugging it open.
“Holy hell.” Blake’s head falls back as I take him in my fist, already hard as granite for me. “I guess you missed me, too?”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to play coy, to say something like I missed his dick, so I don’t come on too strong. The words don’t come, though, which is probably a good thing since they’d cheapen the moment, and while I missed him physically, that’s not all this is. Unfortunately, the right words don’t come to mind, and even if they did, chances are it’s too soon to say them aloud. Instead, I pull my rigid cock out and line it up with his, stroking both of us together. “What do you think?” I rasp.
“I think there’s nothing hotter than feeling your dick rub against mine.” Blake puts just enough distance between our chests that he can watch my hand move. “Bedroom. Now,” he growls.
“Later. This feels too good to stop.”
Blake groans but makes no attempt to move, his body evidently agreeing with me. Trapped in my fist, he rocks his hips slightly, chasing the friction between us. It’s mind blowing.
If I’m being honest, a hard dick is one of my favorite things to feel next to my own. Not that I don’t enjoy a wet mouth, a warm pussy, or a tight ass. They all feel fucking incredible. But they’re all soft in their own way, and sometimes you just want the unyielding pressure of a firm cock pressing against yours.
Standing in the living room, shorts pooled around our ankles, I stroke and squeeze and fondle us both, coaxing him to the brink. Each time I feel him start to lurch in my fist, I let go and reach for his balls, massaging them until his release is out of reach. Then I start all over again, teasing him to the point of no return and backing off before he falls over it.
Our tongues dance as my fist glides over our shafts, anxious groans morphing to tiny whimpers that I eagerly swallow each time I coax him back from the precipice. Unlike our encounter at the spa, he’s not shy about the sounds he makes in my arms, and I love seeing this uninhibited side of him. I love that he feels the freedom to be who he is, to chase the pleasure he wants, without fear. I’m betting he hasn’t had many encounters where he could fully embrace the moment, and selfishly, I’m hoping that moments like these translate into him wanting to embrace everything about me—us—to the point he doesn’t feel like he has to hide.
Blake’s hands roam my body, looking for purchase. He clutches at my chest, my hips, my ass, seemingly desperate for something to hang on to. He’s virtually writhing in my arms while standing upright, and I love knowing I’ve got his body so hot he can’t contain the restless energy coursing through it.
