And before he could think of another reason to say no, Jake covered Shea’s mouth with his, and his tentative, almost hesitant kisses were way sexier and a hell of a lot more erotic than the down-and-dirty fucking Shea’d gotten used to.
“Okay, c’mon, we’ll go ’round the back.”
They hit the steps at full speed, and Shea led Jake through the rear of the ranch house, stopping briefly to steal a kiss or two. Jake’s room was at the end of the hall, and Shea unlocked the outer door.
“Here we are.”
Jake slid the card key in the door, and the lock clicked. He pushed the door open, and in the overhead light, Shea saw the vulnerability in his taut face and wide eyes.
“I can still leave if you want. I’ll understand.”
Jake grabbed his shirt and pulled him close. “No way.” He kissed him hard and deep, molding his body to Shea’s. It was a kiss of passion and longing, hunger and need. “I want you.”
Together they staggered into the room and fell on the bed, lips clinging, hands roaming. The only sounds were zippers unzipping and boots and sneakers falling to the floor. Naked except for their briefs, they stretched out on the bed, and Shea reached up to touch Jake’s face, dragging his fingertips across the sharp line of his jaw.
“How’s it possible I barely know you, yet I’m gonna miss you so damn much when you’re gone?”
“Don’t think about that now.” Jake hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and peeled them off. “Don’t think about anything. Just feel.” He took Shea’s hand and put it on his cock. It felt warm and alive, and Shea wrapped his hand around it. “Feel me.”
Shea rid himself of his underwear as well and gripped them both. Slow strokes, to make it last. To give Jake pleasure. He rocked his hips into Jake’s and passed his thumb over the sticky heads of their cocks, rubbing with the right amount of pressure, picking up more precome to ease the up-and-down slide. Jake’s intent green gaze captured his, and Shea moved faster, his free hand cupping Jake’s chin.
“Now.”
Their lips met and tongues parried and thrust in rhythm to their rolling hips. Shea’s rigid cock slid along Jake’s, the delicious friction sending his heart careening wildly out of control.
“Shea,” Jake breathed against his mouth, “Oh God, Shea.”
“You feel it too?”
He wanted more time, but without any warning, his climax roared through him, and Shea choked back a scream of pleasure, covering Jake’s mouth with his own. Jake dug his fingers into Shea’s biceps, slammed his hips into Shea’s, and came. Hot, sticky fluid sprayed over their stomachs and chests, and Shea hooked his leg over Jake’s hip.
The tip of Jake’s nose brushed his.
“I changed my mind.”
A chill rippled through Shea. “About?”
Jake closed his eyes. “You can take me to the airport tomorrow.”
Shea slapped Jake’s ass and kissed his neck, nipping at the damp skin, then soothed it with a soft kiss. “Can I now? Guess I better get some sleep.” He tried to sit up, but Jake held on to him.
“Don’t go. Please?”
Something painful twisted in Shea’s chest, knowing this time tomorrow he’d be alone again.
“You want me to stay?”
“Yeah.” Jake smiled into the pillow. “I want you to stay.”
Chapter Eight
For the third time in as many weeks, Jake found himself thinking of the Forget Me Not ranch. And the cowboy Shea Montgomery in particular. But aside from a few “Hey, how’re you doing” texts, he didn’t have the time to spend on a man who lived so far away. Not that Shea had indicated he was looking to spend more time with him anyway.
They’d shared a sweet good-bye kiss at the airport.“If I ever get a modeling job in New York City, I’ll make sure to look you up.”
And that was that.
Except it wasn’t.
