He didn’t need it.
Wanted it, though.Cravedit.
He licked out at Jack’s lips, met his tongue, and they fell into it, kissing as deeply and slowly as they were moving.
Fuck, it was good. It was good. He’d never…with Jack, he hadn’t thought he’d ever…or that Jack would want it like this. That Jackcouldbe like this. Maybe…
Maybe one day he’d think about letting Jack…
He held Jack even closer, though he was almost suffocating under the man’s solid bulk.
He smoothed his palms over Jack’s arse, giving him a half-hearted pinch before letting himself do what he really wanted, which was hold him like he’d hold their omega.
Just hold on to the hot, sleek skin, feeling the beautiful muscles flex as Jack rubbed his body over Beckett’s.
He even slipped his fingers between Jack’s hard cheeks.
Jack let him. Trusted him.
Beckett tore his mouth from Jack’s and came like that, holding Jack as tight as he ever had, his throat exposed and Jack sucking on his neck as Beckett gasped and moaned his way through it, shaking, his thighs and buttocks clenching as he shoved up into Jack, begging for more of that friction, that weight, even as it slowly edged towards being too much.
Jack fucked his hips hard into Beckett’s until Beckett had finished and his open-mouthed pants had become satisfied purrs. And then Jack slid an arm under Beckett and turned them, putting Beckett on top. He straddled Jack and pushed up to sit on his Jack’s restless thighs.
Jack spread himself out for Beckett, long and lean and powerful against the rough bedclothes.
Beckett looked his fill, running his hands over Jack’s chest and down his sides. He stroked teasingly over his hipbones and the heavy planes of muscle before taking hold of his shaft.
They didn’t speak. They didn’t have to. He knew how Jack liked it well enough.
He leaned over Jack, one hand spread possessively wide over Jack’s heart, and their eyes locked as Beckett jerked him hard and fast to the end.
It was Jack’s turn to make all the noises. Low groans and rough pants like growls, finishing with a long, shuddering moan that was arousing enough Beckett’s own spent cock gave a feeble kick.
Jack smiled up at Beckett and gestured him closer, even as he quickly bent his knees up and knocked Beckett forwards.
Beckett caught himself with a hand to either side of Jack’s ribs and shook his head. “Let me get a cloth.”
“If you must.”
Jack sprawled there like a big lazy beast, sighing and stretching. He watched as Beckett rolled off the bed and strode over to the washstand.
The water was unpleasantly cold, but Beckett wasn’t about to call for more at this time of night. He grabbed the cloth they’d used to wash up when they retired, poured a clean bowl, and swished the cloth about. He wrung it out and cleaned himself off, earning an admiring sigh from Jack. He dried himself with the thin towel and then, without letting himself think it over too much, he went over to the bed.
Jack reached out for the cloth. He stilled when Beckett—not blushing or anything like it, he’d just exerted himself and his cheeks weresupposedto be hot and red—ignored him and tended to Jack briskly. Beckett blotted him dry and lobbed the cloth and towel in the general direction of the washstand before climbing on top of him.
Jack slung an arm over his waist and wrangled them around, putting them face to face. He propped himself up on an elbow and looked down into Beckett’s eyes for a long moment. He read the warning there, and didn’t say anything.
He leaned over Beckett, blew out the candle, and pulled him close.
CHAPTER 31
BECKETT
They left The Hare’s Rest before dawn and arrived at Jack’s house in Sevennis well after dark, riding their exhausted horses around to the mews.
By the time they’d dismounted and were unbuckling their luggage, Nolan was waiting on the back step, lit by a rectangle of golden light from the open door.
Jack caught sight of him and grimaced.
