“Yeah.”
When Jeff’s hand slipped beneath his T-shirt, gliding over his stomach, Mack covered it with his own, holding tight, never wanting to let go. He loved the way Jeff’s fingers spread wide, covering as much as he could. There was no teasing, just comfort, and Mack needed that more than anything. After a few minutes, Mack rolled to his back, giving him better access to whatever he wanted, because Mack had never been able to be in bed with the man and not want more.
Jeff propped up on his elbow, stared down at him.
“Don’t stop touching me,” Mack whispered, trying to make out Jeff’s face in the dark. “I need you to touch me.”
“I’ll touch you for as long as you’ll let me.”
The promise in those words had Mack’s heart picking up speed. In an effort to help him out, Mack tugged his shirt off, tossed it to the floor. He didn’t care how far this went, he simply wanted Jeff’s fingers on his skin, something to anchor him for a little while. He felt adrift, racked with pain and anger, defeated in every way. But these past few weeks, he’d felt whole when Jeff was with him, even if for only those few minutes they’d stolen together.
“Feels like just yesterday we were doing this,” Mack said as Jeff’s lips dropped to his collarbone, his hand gliding over Mack’s skin. He inhaled deeply when Jeff’s fingers twined in his chest hair, tugging gently. For some reason, he’d always found that simple gesture erotic.
“We probably were,” Jeff said with a chuckle.
“Not like this we weren’t.” He cupped Jeff’s head gently, ran his fingers through his soft hair. For too long, he’d missed this. Not only Jeff’s touch but the feelings he instilled. The warmth, comfort.
Mack arched his back when Jeff’s teeth scraped over his nipple.
“Do that again,” he urged.
Jeff continued the sensual torment for several minutes while Mack’s body pulled taut. He closed his eyes, focused on the soft rasp of Jeff’s breaths, the heat of his mouth.
“Come here,” Mack told him, needing to taste his kiss, to feel his lips on his.
In one easy movement, Jeff was covering him. Mack slid his hands over Jeff’s back, held him in place, getting accustomed to the familiar weight. While Jeff wasn’t a small man, he was considerably smaller than Mack. At least in the weight department. Jeff was lean and trim with the body of a runner, while Mack had been born with bulk, something he’d never been able to shed. By the time he’d been in high school, he had realized his size equated to power, and by honing his muscles, he’d grown into his nickname.
Mack could’ve spent hours just like this, their tongues mingling, bodies grinding. He worked his hands into Jeff’s jeans, cupped his ass, and pulled his hips forward. They rocked together, the friction on his cock making his head spin. He remembered so vividly the mornings he would wake up in Jeff’s bed, touching, tasting, exploring just like this. No time limits, no worries, just the two of them. They’d been together for three years, yet the passion had never died. Even now, after so long apart, it was still as it had once been, potent and easy.
When Jeff started to pull away, Mack held him firmly in place, squeezing his ass, not wanting to let go.
“Let me love you,” Jeff whispered. “Let memakelove to you.”
Mack swallowed hard, reluctantly releasing his hold so Jeff had the freedom to explore.
“I’ve missed this,” Jeff said softly, his lips sliding along his collarbone, his shoulder, down his bicep.
“I’ve missedyou,” Mack admitted, though he wasn’t sure he said the words aloud.
He surrendered to Jeff, focusing on the feel of his hands, the glide of his lips, the gentle nip of his teeth. His breaths became raspier as Jeff continued his ministrations, eventually working Mack’s jeans and underwear off, leaving him naked and vulnerable.
There was no aggression, no anger. Mack had known some of their recent encounters had been more about payback than anything else, a way for Jeff to punish him for what he’d done. The man was good at angry sex, but he was so fucking much better at this.
“Ah, Christ,” Mack bellowed, hips lifting off the bed when Jeff took his cock in his mouth.
He squinted, wishing he could see in the dark, wanting to memorize this moment for eternity, to remember what it was like to love and be loved, because God only knew, once he left Coyote Ridge, he would never have this again.
Mack found it difficult to concentrate with Jeff’s mouth on him, so warm and reverent as he licked and sucked. Jeff’s hands skimmed over his thighs, down to his knees, back up. Those deft fingers teased the sensitive flesh near his groin, higher over his stomach, his chest. The sensation of touch mixed with the warmth of Jeff’s mouth had him soaring.
“I want to taste you,” Mack told him, cupping Jeff’s head, urging him to give him that opportunity.
Jeff lifted his head, and then there was movement on the bed, a dip in the mattress when Jeff slipped off, another when he returned.
Unable to remain still any longer, Mack sat up, pulling Jeff to him, then urging him onto his back. Jeff lay across the bed now, as Mack hovered over him, turning around and straddling Jeff’s head while his lips hovered over the man’s rock-hard erection. He let his breath fan over the rigid length before sliding his tongue along Jeff’s shaft. Soft moans sounded from both of them when Jeff took Mack’s cock between his lips once more.
And then there was nothing but sensation as Mack relished the feel of Jeff’s cock in his mouth while the man’s lips and tongue did the same in return. Long minutes passed, but neither was working toward the end goal, merely filling time, loving one another in the one way they’d always been good at.
Mack wanted it to last forever, needed the memory to sustain him when this was no longer an option.
