“You unravel me, Liam, with every touch, every sigh, and every kiss. I wanted to think of a way to unravel you just a little too.” Jack’s big hands began to firmly massage my cheeks while the jet continued to tease and taunt my hole.
“It’s working.” My confession was met with such an intense gaze, warning me that I was about to lose my mind with pleasure. My head felt so heavy suddenly, so I let it fall back against the shower wall. I had to wonder what we must look like from outside the shower. I didn’t think I had an exhibitionist streak in me, but I still had a lot to learn about myself. All I knew was that I wished I had a picture of what we looked like just then, but I’d just have to imagine it.
The steam was rising all around us as water beat down on our skin and toyed with my ass. My head was thrown back in abandon as Jack continued to massage my ass. He lowered his head and began alternating kisses and bites along my neck. I gasped when he marked my collarbone with a love bite, but not from pain. I loved when he claimed and marked me; I wanted to wear him on me always. Had I been more confident, I would have told him so. I couldn’t get close enough to him to ever suit me, so wearing his mark of possession centered me.
“More. Please,” I said, verbalizing my wants when he started to move away from the mark he left. The burn of blood rising to my skin only intensified my need for him. I raised my head and opened my eyes, needing to see his reaction when I said what I had been feeling for a while. “I want to get tested so we can make love without anything between us.”
“You want to feel me bare inside of you?” The rough timbre of his voice told me how turned on he was by the thought, but I would’ve known by the look in his stunning eyes. His intensity threatened to burn me alive. “You want to take me bare too?”
“Yes.” No other thoughts or words formed, only visions of us being as close as humanly possible.
Jack said nothing more, choosing to show me how he felt with his touch and his kiss. He shut off the jet behind me and reached for the condoms and lubricant he kept on a corner shelf away from the shower spray. I took the condom wrapper from him and proceeded to suit him up. Jack spun me around and I presented my ass to him, bracing my hands on the shower wall.
He took his sweet time stretching me open, teasing and torturing me like he always did. He never rushed this part, which I appreciated, but there were times that I wanted to feel a little more bite when he entered me – like that night. I expected him to press his cock to my pliable opening, but instead he turned me back around. I’m sure I looked confused, but it didn’t last long.
Jack hoisted me up and I automatically wrapped my legs around his waist. The cold press of glass against my back was the exact opposite of his body heat pressed to my chest. The fact that he was about to wallbang me in the shower sent my lust soaring to stratospheric heights. I gripped his biceps with my hands as the slick glide of his cock filled me. It was an awkward position, but not an uncomfortable one; I found myself wiggling on his dick.
Jack pulled my hips out a little from the glass wall and began to stroke slowly in and out. I loved the strain and flex of his bicep muscles beneath my hands as he fucked me. I loved his height and bulkier build, but never more than in that moment when he manhandled me so fucking easily.
“You want this without condoms, Ace? You want to feel me spill deep inside you, marking you as mine?”
“Please.” The image alone had me ready to come. I wanted to close my eyes and give over to the fantasy, but I couldn’t look away from his intensity. “I need it.” I did need to feel marked and claimed by him. I didn’t know why and it wasn’t something I had ever wanted before him. I didn’t know where the need came from and I decided I wasn’t going to question it. There was no harm in wearing his little love bites and soon the feel of his release inside me, as long as we were safe and got tested first. It was our business what we shared privately.
“You drive me wild, Liam. Just when I think I have you figured out you go and surprise me again.” Jack increased his thrusts and his grip on my ass tightened exponentially; I’d wear his handprints on my ass for days. “You want to be claimed and possessed and I want to claim and possess you. I want to mark you as badly as you want to be marked. Ace, I want the same from you. I want to wear your mark and your scent all over my skin too.”
Jack teased the taut skin of my stretched anus, stimulating the nerve endings and sending flames licking through my body. I felt the beginning of my release tingling in my spine before it sent shocks to my taut balls.
“You like that don’t you? You like the idea of me wearing your love bites on my skin beneath my clothes.” Jack widened his stance, pushing my thighs even further apart. His strokes became long and hard as he drove us toward the finish line. I was incapable of speech by that point. I had to let the whimpering sounds clawing their way out of my throat do all the communicating for me. “I’m close, Ace, I want us to come together.”
I let go of one of his biceps, knowing he wouldn’t drop me, and began pulling on my cock to the same rhythm of his thrusts. “Jack.” His name sounded like the plea that it was. I needed a closer connection. More of him. All of him. Jack lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me, knowing exactly what I needed.
My ass tightened around his cock as my control splintered and my orgasm erupted inside me, spilling over my hands and against his stomach. Jack was right there with me, growling inside my mouth as he thrust a final time and filled the condom he wore. I could feel the heat of his release through the barrier, but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough with him.
Jack and I washed up after we caught our breath and returned to our bed. I had come to think of it as our place in such a short time, probably too short, but I was done questioning every damn thing we did or said. It felt right and I was going with it.
This time I was the one that whistled for Charlie to return to bed once we were settled in. If Charlie resented my intrusion into his life he never let it show. It had been just the two of them for a few years and it probably wasn’t an easy adjustment for either of them to make.
“Good boy,” I said to Charlie. I gave his ears a good scratch, just how he liked. I found myself tearing up as I recalled the loving way Charlie helped Jack safely come out of his nightmare. I felt that Charlie was a big reason for me being there with Jack. I wanted him to know that I loved and appreciated him. I also hoped that one day I could meet Noah and thank him too.
I laid my head over Jack’s heart like I did every night so that the steady beat of his heart could lull me to sleep. So much had changed since Jack entered my life and I would work hard to show my gratefulness for the blessing that he was to me. How many couples had been denied the simple pleasure of lying in their lover’s arms? I would never take us for granted.
BEFORE I KNEWit, Halloween was upon us and not a single night passed without Liam sleeping by my side. Thankfully, I didn’t have another nightmare since I read granddad’s D-Day journal entry. That night his words about the horrific deaths of his brothers-in-arms mixed with my memories of similar deaths. The bloody waters off the coast of France turned into the bloody sands of Iraq and Afghanistan in my dreams, where I was helpless to save the men under my command.
Either the dream wasn’t as bad as the ones in the past, or I had just become better at handling them. Charlie brought me out of the dream and I wasn’t nearly as shaken as I used to be, but I suspected that Liam being there was a big part of it. His worried face was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes. I automatically sought him out and seeing the love and concern shining in his eyes helped me push away the remnants of the nightmare. Liam obliterated any thoughts of the dream with his loving hands and whispered words of love – not to mention his dirty talk about wanting to feel me raw inside of him.
We did get tested and stopped using condoms. I hadn’t really expected there to be much of a difference without them, but it was a lot hotter and more intense. I think the difference had more to do with the emotional closeness rather than losing the thin layer of latex. We had entered a phase where we committed more than our hearts to each other; it felt like forever.
So, I took Liam to West Virginia for a long weekend so he could meet my family as the most important person in my life. They already liked Liam from the few times they had met and of course my mom became smitten with him when she stopped back over for dinner when she was in D.C. for a visit a few weeks prior. Liam fixed her chicken Marsala and my mom was completely wowed by his cooking abilities. Mostly, she loved the way that Liam loved me, as she phrased it before she left to head home.
I wanted the rest of the Murphy clan to know and love him like I did and I was certain that they would. Well, maybe not in theexactway that I did. We chose to stay at the cabin instead of my folk’s house for very obvious reasons. I wanted the freedom to make love to Liam in every room of my cabin and love him I did. The interior of the cabin was a lot more luxurious than people might expect. Liam surely wasn’t expecting the master bath to have a copper bathtub big enough for two in front of a huge stone fireplace, but he loved the surprise. And I loved sharing it with him.
I smiled at the memories that Liam and I made that weekend. They went beyond the sexy times in the tub and how he rode me like a bronco in the back of my Wrangler while holding onto the roll bar on that Indian summer day. Of course, I’ll never forget how he fucked himself on my dick under the bright sun, not really caring if a hiker walked up on us. I’ll never forget the sensual look on his face as I looked up at him, or the way the turning leaves danced above us while we gave ourselves to one another. As hot as it was, it still isn’t what I will cherish the most.
It was the natural way he fit in with my family; the easy way he spoke and engaged with them. Had I not already been head-over-heels for him I would’ve fallen hard right then. He laughed, he loved, and he made me feel all of those wonderful emotions too. I caught the happy gleam in my family’s eyes when they saw us bantering back and forth about mundane household chores. I heard my mother soft gasp when I cupped Liam’s face in my hands and kissed him in front of everyone. I realized then that my family had been waiting for that moment for a really long time – the moment I brought home the person I’d share my forever with.
As crazy as it might sound, I wanted right then to ask Liam to marry me, but I held back for a few reasons. One, I still needed to meet his family and an old-fashioned part of me wanted to ask his parents for his hand. Where that came from, I had no clue. I just knew it was the right step for us. Second, we had only been dating for a short while and I didn’t want to rush him. He loved me. I loved him. I knew I was staring into my future every time I looked into his eyes, but I worried about rushing him. He made it clear that age wasn’t an issue with him and I believed him. Still, I wanted to make sure his parents got to know me and approved before I asked him to be mine forever.
Liam and Chase talked me into a Halloween costume karaoke competition at Bottoms Up. The bar was nearly filled to capacity the night of the event, including all our usual suspects. Liam wouldn’t tell me what song that he and his brother were going to perform. I pouted, cajoled, and even threatened to withhold sex, but he wouldn’t tell me or it would ruin the surprise. In fact, Chase, Liam, Xavier, and Ben were all hiding up in my loft until it was time for them to come down and perform. I thought they were taking this competition a little too far. The winner got a trophy, not a new car.
