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Ian groaned. Stickier. Fuck.

Jace took his cone back and handed Ian his. “We can find some water to wash your hands after we devour these.”

Nope. Devour wasn’t going to be added to the list of erotic ice cream words. Ian concentrated on the dog with the Frisbee. The smell of exhaust fumes. Solomon Turne.

The cone crushed in his hand.

Ian shouldn’t have thought of that vile piece of shit.

“Crap!” Jace tossed his cone into a nearby trash can then covered Ian in white paper napkins, turning his lower arm and lap into parts of a mummy. “You don’t know your own strength. The cone was already broken. Too much pressure and it didn’t stand a chance.”

Ian’s brow rose as Jace used the napkins to wipe the ice cream frantically from the front of his jeans, inadvertently rubbing his cock. With a soft grip, Ian circled his fingers around Jace’s wrists and lifted his mate’s hands away.

A frown pulled his mate’s eyebrows together.

“You’re creating another issue, kitten.” Ian glanced at his growing problem then back at Jace.

“Oh!” Jace’s eyes widened to the point they should have fallen out of his head. “I, uh, see. Maybe you should…” He cleared his throat as his gaze darted around. They continually landed on Ian’s flourishing situation before bouncing away. “I think…” He twisted his lips to the side. “Err, uh…” The pink blush turned red. “We need cock.” He squeaked. “Water! I mean water! We need water.”

Ian smirked as he just sat there watching Jace’s mind ping-pong around. His fingers tightened slightly over his mate’s wrists. “Take a deep breath. Gather your thoughts.” He used Jace’s wrists to guide his mate to sit back down on the bench.

“That was… I didn’t mean…” Jace stared straight ahead. “I can’t believe I rubbed your cock on our first date. My grandma is going to kill me.”

A bubble of laughter stuck in his mate’s throat.

Ian laughed.

Jace laughed harder.

Chapter Four

With a full can of gas, they made it back to Jace’s house after dark. Ian poured the fuel into the car. Jace stood so close the fumes made him wrinkle his nose, but he couldn’t seem to make himself take a step back.

“Try and start it.” Ian set the can on the ground.

Jace climbed into the driver’s seat. He had to turn the key a couple times, but it finally came to life.

“I told you it would be an easy fix.” Ian appeared suddenly next to Jace, scaring the crap out of him. His arm was on the top frame of the door, the other resting on the roof. He smiled widely, his hair once again creating a lustrous veil. “Let it run for a second so the fuel has a chance to—”

“Thank you,” Jace blurted out, cutting off the rest of what Ian was about to say. “Sorry.” He curled his lips in.

Ian’s smile widened, causing Jace’s heart to double in beat. “You’re very welcome, kitten. I’m just glad it was something minor.”

So was Jace. Slipping from his car, he nearly slammed his face into a wall of muscles. The guy hadn’t backed up. Now Jace was trapped between his car and Ian. Caged in, he licked his lips and stared up into whiskey eyes.

Ian’s jaw flexed as he slid his strong hand down Jace’s arm. The touch was soft but electrifying, sending tiny ripples of happiness through Jace’s body.

“May I kiss you?” Ian’s voice was deep, drugging. He gazed at Jace thoughtfully, his eyes filled with warmth. Once again Jace was drowning in them, lost in the intense way Ian looked at him, as if the kiss was that important.

“I guess…” Jace rubbed the heel of his hand over his eye, yelling at himself to just spit out his answer. “I’d like that.”

The moment felt as charged as an electrical storm.

“Jace.” Ian said his name so softly, so fiercely, that it drew Jace further into whatever was happening between them.

Sweet Jesus. What was Ian doing to him? Jace didn’t want this night to end, didn’t want the guy to leave. His touch was playing havoc with Jace’s body, causing his mind to spin uncontrollably.

Ian dipped and slanted his mouth with a groan that sounded almost like a purr. He took over Jace’s mouth, stealing his very breath, unleashing a firestorm inside of him.

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