And when Matt was fully sheathed and still, braced onpowerful arms above Jesse, short, panting breaths gusting over Jesse’s skin as he waited for Jesse to adjust, he knew hewoulddie if Matt didn’t start moving right the fuck now.
“Goddamn it, Urban,” he said, voice tight.
Thank God, Matt got the hint. He withdrew almost all the way before thrusting back into him, deep and so maddeningly slow that Jesse was about to lose his mind. He urged Matt on, curses and pants escaping him once Matt started fucking into him fast and hard.
Jesse reached his hand down, wrapping his fingers around his cock, and Matt growled low in his throat, a raw sound that vibrated between them. Pure, possessive instinct, like he was the only one allowed to touch Jesse.
Jesse didn’t stop. He couldn’t. At the first stroke of his fingers, pleasure ripped through him, and he came, wetness pulsing onto his skin as he shook apart.
Matt groaned, his thrusts turning almost frantic until he stilled, shuddering out his own orgasm.
It took Matt a while, but he finally withdrew from Jesse and flopped down on the bed beside him. His chest rose and fell with deep, uneven breaths, skin damp with sweat.
Jesse lay still, stunned. It was far and away the best sex he’d ever had. No, calling it just sexdidn’t seem right. This had been something else. Something he didn’t have the words for.
Matt lay beside him, and their fingers brushed against one another on the sheets. Not intentional, just there, in a way that feltright.
Jesse blinked up at the ceiling, letting that feeling of peace sink deeper, winding through him. His muscles felt loose, weightless, and each breath came slower, his blinks longer. Before he knew it, he drifted into sleep. But even there, Matt was with him.
MATT
The warmth of sun on his face pulled Matt from sleep. He rolled onto his side, blinking against the brightness, taking a moment to remember why everything felt so damn good.
It came back to him, that moment when he’d stopped fighting temptation. His reasons for fighting this had seemed meaningless when faced with Jesse and what he was so freely offering. What Mattwanted.
And he wasn’t going to think about any of it right now. He was simply going to go along with this. Just for a while. Jesse had been right, in his blunt way—Matt had been punishing himself all these years. And while he still deserved to be punished for what he’d done, maybe he was allowed this brief interlude where everything felt not only right, butgood.
Jesse was lying beside him, half-draped in tangled sheets. “You better not want me doing chores today,” he muttered, stretching sinfully in the sunshine pouring through the window. More like a cat than a wolf. “Reckon just walking’s going to be enough of a challenge.”
Matt let out a quiet laugh, but guilt flickered at the edges. “I didn’t—” he started
Jesse huffed. “You hear me complaining?”
“Actually, yeah.” Matt relaxed again, and to his surprise, grinned at Jesse.
Jesse huffed again, indignantly this time. And since when had Matt been able to differentiate between Jesse’s huffs? “You better believe, if I was complainin’, you’d know about it.”
With a rush of thankfulness, Matt realized what Jesse was doing—steering them back to safe ground. Nothing was going to be said about the conversation in the den. They could just go back to how they’d been.
Except for the fact Matt didn’t want to stop touching Jesse. And Jesse… He was softer now than he had been. Fewer angles and less sharpness pushing Matt away.
Jesse’s warmth was pressed along his side, and without meaning to, somehow Matt fell asleep again.
Chapter Seventeen
MATT
He woke sometime later, disoriented and with a dry mouth. It took him a moment to remember, but Jesse’s face pressed against his arm as he let out snuffling breaths just the right side of snoring quickly reminded him.
Not wanting to disturb Jesse, he gently moved the hair back from his face so he could look at him, see how peaceful he looked without that ever-present wariness. And when he wasn’t running his mouth. Though actually, Matt was kind of missing the constant commentary and complaining that went along with Jesse’s presence.
Jesse woke. No slow blinking awake like Matt had done, but one moment he was asleep—the next fully alert. He looked at Matt, and his eyes filled with happiness before he rolled over onto his back to stretch. Long and lazy like he had all the time in the world—and promptly elbowed Matt in the side.
“Damn it, Turner, you always this violent?”
Jesse huffed. “Only when I’m being stared at.” He squinted at the window. “What the hell time is it?”
Matt glanced at his watch and groaned. He had work to do. “Late. We should eat.”
