I put my hands on his chest and explore, finding the sensitive spots that make his honey-brown eyes roll. And there are many. He’s a riot of sensation, and every touch makes him press his dick a little harder against my leg.
Eventually, he lays his rough palms on me too. “I don’t know how to do this.”
“You’ll figure it out.”
“You’re not going to show me?”
“No.”
“You know, there was a time when I fuckin’ lived for adventure.”
“Living a quieter life doesn’t change who you are.” I lean in to claim his mouth again, but the impact of my words catch up with me.
Kai flips us, and I’m on my back before I can blink. He bears down on me. Heat surges through my blood.Yes. He’s motherfuckinggot this. He knows what he wants even if not quite how to get there.
I let him find his way. Sit back with my hands behind my head as he sweeps his work-hardened hands over my chest and down my belly with zero hesitance. Ilovethat he’s not questioning the different anatomy he finds. That my hard chest and body hair don’t freak him out.
And I’m not even surprised. Kai thinks he’s a hot mess, but beneath the damage something horrible left him with, he’s the most grounded, earthy human I’ve ever met.
He pops the button on my shorts. “Is this okay?”
“Do what you like, mate.”
“Still don’t know what that is.”
I laugh. “You got lube?”
“Of course. I’m a dude virgin, not a monk.”
I laugh some more. “Find it and get naked.”
He shrugs like it’s no thing and opens the drawer in his end table for a lube bottle that hasn’t been opened. “I can’t remember the last time I jerked off.”
I rise up on my knees and take his sweet face in my hands. “You’ll remember this.”
“I know.”
“Yeah?”
Kai presses his forehead to mine. It’s a primitive, unconscious gesture that makes my legs weak. “Dude, I remember every fuckin’ thing you do.”
* * *
KAI
My heart is beating louder than it ever has. But there’s no fear. No blind panic or white-hot terror. Only the simmering current that radiates between Joss and me. The uncomplicated warmth as he grins.
It’s not that I can do this.
It’s that I want to.
Somuch.
God, how have I never noticed this about myself before?
Is it just him? It’s not hard to believe that no dude has ever held a candle to Joss, but what about Tanner? About Jax? About Auden and Oz who work behind the bar at V&V. They’re beautiful men, and I’ve never looked twice. But I’ve looked at Joss a thousand times, and it’s still not enough.
It won’t ever be enough.
