Liam wrapped his arms around me holding me tight so I must not have been too heavy. He held me for a long time, his hands caressed my smooth scalp while my breathing evened out and returned to normal.
“I hope I was worth the wait.” His voice sounded unsure, which wasn’t like him at all. Maybe I wasn’t the only one afraid of fucking up the thing we had building between us.
“I couldn’t have dreamed up anything more perfect than what we just shared. Thank you,” I said before I lowered my mouth and made love to him with my lips and tongue. “Will you stay the night with me?”
“There’s no place I’d rather be.” I found his honesty and lack of pretention to be a sexy thing. Liam didn’t want to play games and I was past the age where that was remotely appealing. “It’s the least you can offer since you didn’t even buy me a steak dinner before having your way with me.” He sniffed haughtily, but the sassy look in his eyes let me know he was only teasing. His playful banter had my heartrate increasing again.
“I’m a helluva guy, right? If you’re really lucky, Liam, I’ll let you make me breakfast to thank me for the good time I showed you tonight.” Liam burst into laughter at my play at arrogance. “Come shower with me and I’ll let you wash my back.” I dropped a kiss on his nose, changing the moment from playful to sweet, then eased out and off of him. I held out my hand for him and helped him off of my bed. Thoughts of a wet, soapy Liam had my cock twitching like it might be ready to go again.
Thoughts of him in my shower paled in comparison to the real thing though. I ran my hands all over his wet, lean body all the while begging my dick to behave, because we were both tired after a long day followed by a shift at the bar. I gave myself a good washing once I was done taking care of him and shut off the water. We wore matching sleepy grins while we toweled off before getting back in bed.
I turned off the bedside lamp once Liam was cuddled up next to me with his head laying over my heart. I gave a short, whistle and Charlie came running into my room and jumped on the bed. He greeted us with a reprimandingwoof woofand then circled three times before he curled up at our feet.
Liam chuckled into my chest. “I guess he told us.”
“He sure did.”
I dropped a kiss on Liam’s forehead and closed my eyes, feeling content for the first time in my adult life. I couldn’t undo twenty years of thinking in one night. It would take time before I automatically reached for his hand or dropped a kiss on his sweet mouth in public, but that was the goal I wanted to work toward.
As I laid in the darkness, I sent up a thankful prayer to my granddad and wondered yet again if Jeremiah was waiting for him just beyond the pearly gates or if granddad was the first to pass. Either way, I was positive that they would be reunited, because a love that pure would carry over into eternal life. Holding Liam against me right then, I knew that the rest of my natural life wouldn’t be long enough with him.
I SLEPT LIKEthe dead all wrapped up in the warm cocoon of Jack’s arms. I had never spent the night with a guy before and I discovered just how much I loved being his little spoon. I loved the feel of his thickly-muscled legs pressed against the back of my thighs and his leg hair tangling with my own. The warmth of his breath on the back of my neck sent electric shivers down my spine. His strong arms around my waist didn’t make me feel imprisoned, they made me feel safe and wanted.
At some point in the early hours of the morning, Jack got up and took Charlie outside. I felt the nip of the early fall morning on his shivering skin when he got back in bed and curled around me. It didn’t take long for my body to warm him back up and the feel of his morning wood pressed against the curve of my ass had me pushing back against him.
“You should sleep,” Jack whispered huskily in my ear, but his roaming hands didn’t encourage snoozing. I wanted to push him to his back and climb on top and ride him again, but instead I undulated my ass against his erection and relished the feel when I was rewarded with his slick pre-cum on my skin. “Okay, Ace.” I loved the nickname he called me.
Jack reached around and slowly stroked my erection up and down with a sexy wrist rotation at the crown every few passes. I moaned loudly, unashamed at the reaction he stirred within me. I loved the way he turned me inside out and I’d be damned if I tried to hide it from him. It was obvious by the bites to my neck and shoulder that Jack was just as turned on as I was; I hoped that my uninhibited reaction to him revved him up even further.
“I want to be inside you again so bad that just thinking about it has me ready to blow, but I bet you’re sore this morning.” His sexy morning growl in my ear spurred me on more. I was sore, but I would gladly take him again. He wasn’t the only one in jeopardy of coming at any second. Jack’s cock squeezed in between my ass cheeks, seeking the entrance it so badly desired. I rolled over onto my stomach, presenting my ass to him. Jack pushed my legs apart before fitting himself between them. I felt him reach for the lubricant on the night stand before he spread my cheeks and drizzled the cool liquid into my crease. “No penetration this morning,” he whispered darkly in my ear as he bent over my back.
Jack rubbed his erection between my cheeks; I cried out in need every time the swollen crown ran over the sensitized nerve endings of my sensitive hole. “Jack.” His name was part curse and part plea whispered from my lips. I wanted to feel him inside me again so bad that I shook with need.
Jack gripped my ass tightly in both hands and I loved the dominate feel of the action. The thrusts of his cock along my ass crack increased in tempo and I heard his breath hitching in his throat. “You felt so damn good last night, Ace.” Oh, that sexy growl mixed with a sweet endearment was a lethal combination. Jack’s rocking motion rubbed my erection against his sheets and I was in imminent danger of spilling all over them.
Jack lowered his mouth and nibbled at my neck as he chased his orgasm against my flesh. The slick, hot glide of his steely length faltered as he got closer and closer to the edge. Jack slid his arms beneath my chest and laid against my back, holding me tight as he fucked in earnest. I dreamed about this aggressive side of him for so long and my hole clenched with the need to be filled by him just as forcefully.
“I’m going to come,” I told Jack. I bit my pillow to try and hold back, but it was too much. His heat, the delicious weight of him lying on top me, and the constant friction of my cock against the sheets was my undoing.
“I’m right there too, Ace. Come hard for me and let me hear it.” Jack sank his teeth in my neck and I blew all over his sheets while roaring his name. It was only a few short thrusts later before I felt his hot seed spill between the cheeks of my ass and my lower back. “Liam.” He moaned my name reverently as he continued to thrust, riding out his orgasm and rubbing his cum into my skin.
Jack collapsed on the bed beside me and I rolled into him and snuggled my head beneath his chin. I knew I should get up and clean myself, but I honestly wanted to wear his mark and smell him on my skin just a little longer. I thought that I might regret the mess later once it dried, but right then I was being lulled back to sleep by the beating of his heart beneath my ear and the comfort of his arms wrapped tightly around me.
It looked like late morning when I next woke. The first thing I noticed was that the bed was colder without Jack lying next to me. The second thing I noticed – how had I not noticed the sheer size of it last night when we showered together – was a giant glass walled shower off to the side of his bedroom. Huge was an understatement with three of the walls being a clear glass with the last one being a heavily frosted wall. I was guessing the sink and toilet were on the other side of the frosted glass for privacy.
There looked to be multiple shower heads and jets sporadically placed on the two end walls and I had to wonder who Jack had in mind when he planned out his shower. I had a moment of insecurity and teensy bit of jealousy over anyone who came before me, but I forgot all about it the minute Jack turned and locked his green eyes on me. The object of my desire stood beneath the spray and let the water rain down on his gorgeous body.
He crooked his finger at me and I nearly knocked myself out on his nightstand, from falling, when my foot got tangled in the sheets in my haste to get to him. I felt my face turn bright red with humiliation, but Jack’s wicked smile made me forget my embarrassment. It seemed that Jack liked me tripping over myself to get to him as much as he liked when I moaned and groaned when he excited me.
He met me at the shower door and pulled me in tight against him as he walked us backwards beneath the hot spray. Our mouths met in a passionate foray of tongues, teeth, and lips. How had I lived so long without this? His touch, his kiss, consumed me and turned me completely inside out for him. I wanted to know everything about him besides this crazy chemistry that burned between us. I didn’t want something that would fizzle out a month or two down the road. Jack made me yearn for forever.
Jack slowed our kisses down until we ended in a few innocent pecks. Water droplets bounced on his long eyelashes when I looked into his mesmerizing gaze. I saw the same awe that I had felt and it comforted me that I wasn’t underplaying what really happened between us last night. I wanted to be so much more to him than a body to fuck, an experiment while he tested the waters to see if it was the right fit for him. Kenner hurt me badly, but Jack could cripple me if he wasn’t in it for real. Our dicks were dueling swords as if we were two Musketeers, but we both ignored them as if we both silently agreed that we needed something more, something substantial in that moment.
Jack cupped my face in his large hands, his thumbs tracing the outlines of my cheekbones. “There will be plenty of time for us to discover each other’s bodies, Ace. I need more from you.” He dropped more kisses on my lips and then, “I want to know everything there is to know about you, even things you don’t think I want to know. I want to know your kindergarten teacher’s name, your first crush, your first kiss, and the name of your first dog. I want to know you better than anyone else knows you.” It might not have been a huge declaration of love, but it had the same effect on my heart.
“I want that with you too.” I traced my fingers over the face that lived in my dreams and in my heart since we first met. God, I wanted to be the one he turned to when things got dark in his life. I wanted to be the beacon that gave him hope to fight through his internal battles. I had seen the dark shadows in his eyes lighten since I came to work for him, but they still lingered sometimes. I wanted to help him cast them out forever. It was probably too soon to confess that to him, plus I was afraid it was too deep for the light conversation we were having. “Will you show me your tattoo?” That came out of nowhere, but it seemed innocent enough.
Jack dropped his hands from my face and turned around so I could get up close and personal with his dragon. I had to hold back a giggle as the double entendre registered with my brain. My giggle stuck in my throat, however, when my eyes locked on the amazing details of his tattoo. “It’s beautiful,” I said in awe. That level of talent blew me away and my eyes had a hard time figuring out where to start. I placed my hand on his back and let my fingers trace the outer lines of the dragon. “Why a dragon?”
