“How did you know?”
“I can smell it.”
He shook his head at me in disgust, or something like it, and wiped his brow hard. “What does it smell like?”
I breathed in and then out. He smelled like everything good in the world. He smelled like every orgasm I’d ever had. Every orgasm I’d ever wanted. Every orgasm I would ever want for the rest of my life.
“Smells like sex,” was all I could manage.
“Oh. Well, that’s just fucking great. Isn’t that just fucking lovely. I smell like sex. Fucking fantastic. You should have told me, Sully. You had no right to keep it from me.”
“Next time, I will.”
“Next time?” he wailed, as if it had only just fully occurred to him that this would happen to him again. “Next time?”
I didn’t know what to say, so I went over to him and put my hand on his shoulder. He started and flinched away from my touch. I drew my hand back quickly, reminding myself that what had happened between us the night before meant something very different to him than it did to me. He was quiet for a second and then he started panting. He doubled over sharply, groaning as a heat wave slammed into him.
“I can’t . . . I can’t, Sully. I can’t do this.” His face twisted in panic and pain. “I was full of shit earlier when I said it wasn’t that bad.”
“I know.”
“It is bad. I can’t. I can’t go through a night like last night again. Ican’t.”
“Tell me what you need. I’ll get it for you. I’ll drive into town. I can find a girl for you if that’s what you need. I’ll do the talking. I’ll find a girl for you.”
“A girl?” he said. “Agirl? Are you fucking insane? I can’t go to town. I can’t be around people right now. Do you think I want anyone else to see me like this? I don’t even want you to see me like this. Are you fucking crazy?”
I thought it best not to answer. I knew I was dealing with Jules-in-heat. Jules in hot heat. Scorching-hot heat. I could tell emotion ran high in this Jules and reason, considerably less so.
I sat down on a log opposite the one he was sitting on. He’d started shaking as if he had the chills. His breathing was uneven, and he was whimpering softly. I couldn’t stand seeing him like that. It hurt me more than I can say.
“I can’t handle seeing you like this,” I said. “Please tell me what to do.” He bunched his fingers into a point and dug them into his forehead. He looked like he was dealing with the biggest idiot on the planet, and it was taking a toll on him. “Please, Jules, tell me what you need.”
“I need to get fucked!” he yelled. “Okay? I need to get fucked. That’s what I need. All right? Are you going to help me withthat?”
My entire body reacted to his words. Chaos ensued. Blood rushed. Capillaries almost exploded. “Yes,” I squawked when I found my voice.
He looked at me. His eyes were dark and harsh. He didn’t look away for a long time. Neither did I. Eventually, he got to his feet and stalked toward the cabin.
“You coming or not?” he said without looking back.
I got up as fast as I could. As I did, the world spun around me. It was like a head rush, but slower. It kept going for longer. I had to close my eyes and shake my head a few times to get it to clear. As soon as it did, I followed Jules into the cabin.
He was waiting for me in the middle of the room, but this time he wasn’t restrained. He didn’t hold my gaze. He let his eyes track down my torso and then he turned away from me. He kept his back toward me as he unbuttoned his shirt. He opened a few buttons and then pulled it up over his head. I watched as the fabric caressed his back. Tiny fibers danced against his skin. He let it fall to the floor where he stood. He kicked his shoes off and then took off his socks. He seemed to deliberate for a second and then his hands moved to his waist. He undid his belt and pushed his jeans down, stepping out of them and his boxer briefs in the same movement. My heart squeezed in my chest and I struggled for breath. Watching him undress was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
He kept his back toward me as he straightened up. I don’t know if it was his heat, or the way the light from the kerosene lamp was hitting his skin, but his body was shimmering. It looked like he was coated in gold dust. Every muscle was highlighted. I ached with desire. I pulled my clothes off my body, ripping buttons and seams that didn’t give way quickly enough. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He glanced back at me, and when he saw I was naked, he sank to his knees. His movements were slow. Languid. Unspeakably sensual. He braced himself, hands flat on the rug, and arched his back. Sinewy muscles rippled and his ass cheeks parted from the movement, just a little, but enough to give me a glimpse of his glistening hole. I got hit by another head rush. It was so strong, it brought me to my knees too. When my head cleared, I became aware of a low, rumbling sound. It was vibrating throughout the cabin. It was rattling the windows. Shaking the floors. It sounded like a landslide or an earthquake. It sounded so intense, it took me several seconds to realize it was coming from me.
From my chest.
I was growling.
I stopped as soon as I realized. I was on my knees behind Jules. He was on all fours, legs spread wide open, presenting for me. My blood was on fire as it coursed through my veins. I was tense everywhere. Hard everywhere. Harder than I’d ever been. I was burning so hard and so hot, for a second I wondered if I was the one who was in heat.
I reached out and stroked the back of his thigh. I ran my hand up his leg, palm tingling as I felt the change from coarse hair to silky smooth. His ass was muscular and round. Hot meat and soft skin. He didn’t flinch when I touched him. He arched and leaned back into my touch. His cheeks parted wider, and I saw his hole pucker. Tiny wrinkles and creases fanned out from the center. I growled again, but that time, I knew I was the one making the sound. What I saw before me was everything I’d ever wanted. Everything and more. I sank my face into him without giving it one second’s thought. I had to have him. Ihadto.
He hissed as I licked him. He hissed harder when I fisted his erection and harder still when I ran my tongue along the underside of his balls. They were swollen, hanging low from the weight of his heat. The second I touched them, they contracted, pulling up close to his body. I licked him until he was squirming and moaning. We both moaned when my tongue penetrated him. We couldn’t help it.
“Sully, please,” he groaned.
