Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
And how badly I wanted to be even closer.
He doesn’t know about Harry, though.
Directly across from me, on my mantle, sitting next to a souvenir from a trip to Brazil, was a photo of me and Harry, smiling with our arms thrown over the other’s shoulders, a brightly lit Christmas tree shining behind us.
Harry still loved Matt. I was sure of it. Maybe Matt couldn’t see it, but I thought it was obvious in the way my brother looked at him.
Harry still loved Matt…
But Harry wasn’t here. And we were no longer young adults trying to navigate a messy world together. We were men, having gone through all the bullshit that’s meant to make you grow up, to teach you what you want, what direction you want to steer your life in. We’d been through all of that.
And I knew the direction I wanted to go in. I couldn’t deny it anymore.
I had to have him.
I leaned in and kissed him, the fire inside me roaring to life. I moaned and felt all cohesive thoughts turn to ash as my hand pressed down between Matt’s thighs, his hard length pushing back onto my palm.
Had to have him. Had to.
I kissed him harder; he kissed me back, his hands going under my shirt and rubbing over my pebbled nipples. I sucked his top lip into my mouth, teased him with my teeth.
Needed to have him. Needed to sit in his lap.
I swung a leg over and pushed my knee upward so that I could straddle Matt.
Instantly, I regretted it. I had no idea Matt’s wineglass was still by his side. He hadn’t had time to move it before I latched onto his mouth like a soul-sucking and wildly horny demon.
Wine soaked into my leg and onto the couch, and all I could do was say one simple word that had the power to encompass every emotion coursing through me in that moment:
“Fuck.”
12
MATTHEW HALE
Wine soaked into my thigh, spreading underneath me and sinking into the couch cushion. If it were my couch, I would have said “fuck it” and then “fuck me” as I carried Jason away to the bedroom, where he could finish what was started.
It wasn’t my couch, though, and as hard as I was, I couldn’t just ignore the wine. I got up and grabbed some of the paper towels Jason came back with. We pressed the paper towels into the seat, moisture seeping up toward my palm.
“Good thing I asked for the white,” I joked.
“I don’t think this is going to dry anytime soon. Damn, and I don’t have the guest bedroom ready yet.”
“That’s fine. I can just drive back to my—”
Jason shook his head and grabbed the wet paper towels from my hands. “No, that’s fine. You can still stay here. My bed is big enough for the two of us.”
One bed. Two of us.
My cock was back to full-mast. I angled away from him so he wouldn’t see the obvious levels of excitement his proposition had given me. We used to share a bed all the time back in the academy, and that bed was a glorified twin-sized, too. We were forced to sleep on top of each other, and neither of us ever complained.
“You sure?” I asked, knowing damn well he was as sure as I was.
“Yeah,” he said from the kitchen. He brought a spray to clean the couch with and started to scrub, dropping to his knees. I could barely look at him without wanting to unzip my pants and hold myself out for him. His lips wrapped around my cock always gave me a rush I could never quite explain, and tonight, every cell in my body ached for even a taste of that rush.
“I’m going to go change,” I said. My voice was slightly strained. I grabbed my bag and asked which way was the bathroom. Inside, I closed the door and stripped down, taking off my still-soaking wet pants and draping them across the shower banister. My white Armani briefs were also wet, but not from the wine. A dark spot spread from where the head of my cock leaked some precome.
I pulled them off, my cock springing free. The briefs fell to my ankles in a puddle as I opened my legs and stroked, closing my eyes and picturing Jason opening that door and dropping to his knees, just as he had moments earlier. My balls felt full as I grabbed them. Fuck, I needed him. Never had a man gotten me this wrapped up, this needy. It was usually the other way around. Guys chasing after me like horny dogs… not with Jace. Just being around him made my body spark with a lusty desire to have him inside me.
Just like the old days.
A knock on the door drew my attention away from my throbbing length. “I’m going to be in the bedroom. Need anything?”