Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 96165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“Make a mark,” Jacob whispered, the dirty demand going right to Linc’s cock. They’d been so careful for weeks to not leave evidence, holding back that last scrap of self-control. And now, freed from the secrecy requirement, his fingers dug into Jacob’s ass as he sucked hard. “Oh, holy fuck. Feels so good.”
“Yeah it does.”
Jacob rocked insistently against him as he did it again. “Fuck. Almost think I could come from that.”
“Yeah?” Both intrigued and turned on beyond all reason, Linc pulled back to look at him. Lips swollen from the earlier endless kissing, cheeks flushed, eyes wide. “You got a werewolf fetish I should know about?”
“Nah. Just a you fetish.” Jacob laughed as he parroted Linc’s words back to him. “Do it again.”
“Mmm. In a minute.” He skimmed his hands along Jacob’s torso, pulling up his T-shirt as he went. “Want skin first.”
“You too.” Laughing as their various casts got in the way, Jacob eagerly grabbed at Linc’s clothing, shedding his own jeans and boxers along the way and pulling Linc’s shorts down and off until they were back, skin-to-skin. An armful of warm, naked Jacob was possibly the greatest pleasure Linc had ever known and he had to groan.
He yanked Jacob down for a kiss, this one more demanding and purposeful, urging Jacob to move against him until they were both panting. Their cocks were trapped between them, and soon Linc was going to need more friction than their bodies allowed, but right then it was perfect. He returned his mouth to Jacob’s neck and shoulders, thrilling to each of his gasps and moans, getting more aggressive as it became clear that was what Jacob craved.
“Ugh. Linc. That... Think I’m...” Jacob pressed harder against Linc, cock painting a wet stripe across his abs.
“Yeah. Do it. Whatever you need.” Watching Jacob go became his singular goal, no sunset, no Super Bowl touchdown able to compete with the sheer beauty and adrenaline rush of feeling Jacob get closer and closer to the edge.
“Need you.” Jacob’s fingers dug into Linc’s arm. They’d both have marks later, something that made Linc’s cock pulse.
“You’ve got me.”
“Now. Oh, fuck. Now.” Closing his eyes, Jacob plastered his body against Linc, moving urgently now.
“That’s it. Come on me.” Linc grazed his teeth down Jacob’s neck, waiting until his breathing changed, those little warning noises that were almost enough to pull Linc with him. At the first of those sounds, he sucked hard, a sharp bite that was rewarded with Jacob crying out as he came.
“Oh, fuck.” Hard shudders racked Jacob’s body as he spurted between them, the warmth and slick getting Linc closer too, especially as Jacob whispered, “Love you.”
“Love you too,” he groaned. Fuck, it was too much. He slid a hand between them, fisting his cock, Jacob’s come the perfect lube.
“Gonna let me help?” Getting the hint, Jacob leaned back so Linc could work. He trailed his fingers along Linc’s balls, little licks of electricity.
“Not gonna take much.” Trusting Jacob, he moved his hand, let Jacob stroke him there.
“Good.” Jacob gave a satisfied growl as he found a rhythm that had Linc’s hips pushing up. “Wanna get you off.”
“You are. Fuck. Like that.” His head hit the back of the couch as his hands held Jacob tight.
“Come on,” Jacob urged, speeding up his strokes until Linc had no choice, climax slamming into him, waves of pleasure tinged with sweet emotion that left him breathless. Laughing, Jacob flopped down next to him on the couch.
“Leg doing okay?”
“What leg?” He didn’t even bother opening his eyes.
“I’ll take it to mean that didn’t suck.”
“Oh, hell, baby. That was something else.” Linc hauled him in close enough to kiss.
“Baby?” Jacob laughed against his lips.
“Give me time. I’ll find a better pet name for you.” His voice was sleepy, a silliness he didn’t know he had invading his brain until he too was laughing.
“Never in a million years would I have thought of you as the pet-name type.”
“I’m the you type.” Linc’s whole body felt heavy, wrung out, drunk on Jacob and his nearness and everything that had come before this moment and everything that would come after.
“Tell me again.” Jacob poked him in the ribs when he might have been content to chase his fluttery thoughts into another nap.
“I love you.” He held Jacob’s gaze. “Never gonna let you go. I promise.”
Licking his lips, Jacob nodded solemnly. “Me too. Love you.”
Linc let himself see what had been there all along—that Jacob’s word was just as solid as his, that he meant it as much as Linc did, that he wasn’t going to grow and move on. Instead, they’d grow together, arms around each other. Maybe he’d known all along that Jacob was it for him, heart and brain fighting this until it was almost too late. But now, he wrapped that certainty around him, a parachute ready to carry them both into the future, finally equipped to meet whatever it brought.