They entered the bedroom, and Jordan drew his shirt over his head, then tossed it carelessly into the chair by the window. With renewed strength, Jordan twined his arms around Lucas’s neck, kissing him until they were both breathless and shaking. “And I’m sure I don’t want to be without you ever again.”
“You’ve got me, then.” Lucas’s strained voice shook.
Jordan found himself being walked backward, and his legs soon hit the bed. He allowed himself to be pushed down, and Jordan lay flat on his back, admiring Lucas’s broad, muscled chest. “Hurry. I’m so hard for you, I won’t last long.” He stroked himself through his jeans.
Lucas’s eyes gleamed in the fading light. “Keep your hands off. That’s mine alone to touch.” Jordan’s breath caught in his throat when Lucas’s fingers brushed the skin of his abdomen. “Lift up for me.” Lucas’s lips curved in a wicked smile. He popped open the tab of Jordan’s jeans.
Jordan didn’t hesitate and moaned in relief when his cock sprang free. “Fuck. I want you now. Hurry.” Any pain in his side faded with the onslaught of desire flooding through his bloodstream.
Lucas shucked his own jeans and boxers, leaving them in a heap on the floor, then crawled onto the bed, caging Jordan between his muscled arms. The brush of Lucas’s hard cock against his sent a shiver of excitement coursing through Jordan.
“Patience. I’m gonna give you everything you want and need.” Their lips met in a hot, wet kiss, tongues pushing against each other, teeth clashing.
Jordan’s head spun.
Desire for Lucas overwhelmed him, and he couldn’t control his cries. “Lucas, please.” He hungered to feel Lucas’s strong fingers wrap around his straining cock, and he reached between their bodies and began to stroke himself, his hand getting wet and slick from his precum.
“I told you no touching.” Lucas pulled Jordan’s hand off his cock, replacing it with his own. “Your cock, your balls, every fucking inch of your body is mine.” Jordan writhed beneath Lucas, sliding his hard, wet cock through Lucas’s fist. “You like that, huh? Tell me, Jordan, what else do you want? You want me to suck you?”
Through hazy eyes, Jordan saw Lucas lick his full lips. “God, yes.” He was almost sobbing in his need to have Lucas’s mouth on his dick. “Take me inside, now.”
He almost screamed with pleasure as the heated, wet slide of Lucas’s mouth enveloped his erection. “Oh fuck, oh God.” He couldn’t help thrusting his hips, and the juicy, slick sounds Lucas made around him were music to his ears. As promised, Jordan screamed for Lucas as the orgasm swarmed through his blood and his body convulsed. He opened his eyes to the air shimmering around him, shining and alive with the electricity that seemed to pour off his body in wave after wave of sexual pleasure. His cock jerked and pulsed, sending his hot essence down Lucas’s throat.
Thoroughly shattered to oblivion, Jordan lay gasping, his damp body still quivering with the aftereffects of their lovemaking. Lucas sat above him, a small smile resting on his lips. His cock remained large and flushed pink, the head wet and gleaming in the rapidly fading light.
He was beautiful, Jordan decided, and reached up to stroke Lucas’s chest. “Come. Lay down next to me. I want to taste you.”
Jordan grasped Lucas’s thick erection and stroked him with a firm, sure hand, reveling in the needy sounds coming from Lucas. All he wished for was to give this man pleasure.
Ignoring his protesting ribs, and knowing Lucas was too far gone at this point to tell him to stop, Jordan raised himself on his knees and took Lucas in his mouth. Luke’s cock slipped over Jordan’s tongue and filled his throat, but he didn’t let that stop him from making love to it, swirling his tongue over the, ridged vein while keeping a firm grasp at the base.
Lucas moaned and thrust upward, fucking his mouth. “Oh fuck, what the hell are you doing?”
Jordan couldn’t answer, as his mouth was stuffed full with Lucas. On all fours, he bent over Lucas’s body and kept up a steady rhythm. He smiled around Lucas’s cock as Lucas’s warm palm smoothed over the cheeks of Jordan’s ass, his long fingers trailing over the crease, teasing the small opening.
Jordan shivered, his mouth tightening around Lucas’s cock. He sucked and swallowed, teasing and fluttering with his tongue, and within minutes, Lucas pumped his hot fluid down Jordan’s throat. Jordan swallowed, then collapsed on the bed, his trembling legs no longer able to hold his weight.
Gutted and shaking, he lay next to Lucas, their damp bodies barely touching. Night shadows flickered across the moon, playing patterns across their naked bodies. His eyes fluttered shut, and before he fell asleep, Lucas, entwined their fingers, and pulled him close.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Of all the days to be late, it had to be this one. The entire downtown line was delayed because of a sick passenger, and Luke was not sympathetic at all. He didn’t have a seat, the train was overcrowded with people, and the air-conditioning blew lukewarm air, making the aroma of whatever the guy leaning against the pole was eating almost unbearable.
Finally, with a lurch and a squeal, the train started up again. It was only two stops until he reached the Eighteenth Street station, but in New York City travel time, that could take five minutes or a half an hour. By the time he emerged from underground and stopped to heft his backpack farther up his shoulder, the sun had set already. Luke checked his watch and grimaced at the time. It was almost seven thirty. He should’ve been home an hour ago. They’d asked Ash and Drew to come by at seven. His stomach cramped, as it had been doing all day. He’d barely been able to choke down any food, thinking about tonight.
Him and Ash, together. Talking to each other for the first time in almost fifteen years.
What the fuck had he been thinking? What would he say to Ash, and more importantly, what the hell did Ash think he could say to Luke that could ever make up for leaving? He drew in deep breaths, thinking somehow his mind would miraculously clear and his heartbeat would slow down instead of banging around like an out-of-control conga-line drummer.
He turned the corner on his street, forcing himself to push forward. The taste of dread was thick in his mouth and throat.Fight through your fears. Own and control it. That’s what Jordan had said to him, and he’d used that as a mantra. Goddamn it. His grip tightened on the strap of his backpack.
He wasn’t afraid of Ash; why should he be? It wasn’t Luke who left, slinking out in the dead of night, pretending he’d come back for them. All those weeks of waiting and hoping, seeing Brandon’s face light up when the mail would come, big eyes bright with hope, only to fall and crease in disappointment as he bravely held back the tears when no letter from Ash came. Ever.
No, Luke wasn’t that scared kid any longer, and he wasn’t alone. He had Jordan and Wanda. Since he’d known he wouldn’t be able to eat lunch today, he’d gone to the shelter to talk to Wanda. To say she was thrilled with the news that he was moving in with Jordan was an understatement.
“Baby doll, I knew he was the one who was gonna get under your skin and find a home there.” She hugged him long and hard, smothering him with vanilla-scented kisses and love. “Both of you needed someone so badly, but I was afraid you’d shut the door on him, like you did everyone else.”
His heart squeezed as he looked at her loving face. “I tried,” he admitted, recalling his attempts to forget Jordan. “He’s very persistent.” And ultimately unforgettable. Jordan lived his life the way he came after Luke; unashamed, unafraid, and unapologetic for his actions, whether they were right or wrong. What was it Ash had called him once? A proud and arrogant bastard. Perhaps, but underneath it all was a man who loved deeply and fiercely. A man who was unswervingly and unflinchingly loyal. A man who cared for the unwanted. Luke counted himself lucky to be the one who got to see the side of Jordan few ever did. A tender, caring man who took in a homeless dog or sat with a child from the shelter, helping her with schoolwork because her mother had to work late.
