Page 13 of Feels Like Home

There was infinite strength pressing into Jace as Ian’s arm curled around him and pulled him closer. The kiss held Jace spellbound. Ian’s tongue chased his, the man’s goatee gently grazing across his skin. Jace sank into the sweetness of Ian’s lips, his senses going wild.

If they hadn’t been in the driveway, Jace would have cupped the hardness pushing into his stomach. He’d massaged Ian’s cock, only not by accident this time. Ian was so much taller, yet their bodies fit perfectly together. Even when Ian inserted his thigh between Jace’s legs, causing his balls to squeeze against his body.

There was something deliciously naughty about riding Ian’s muscled thigh out in the open. A feeling of freedom, of giving himself over to the firestorm raging inside of him. Ian cupped Jace’s ass, dragging Jace along his leg. Jace gasped as Ian sucked on his tongue, every pull causing his cock to pulse harder.

“Take whatever you need from me, kitten,” Ian said against his lips.

Too far-gone, Jace’s mind almost failed to register the purr that rumbled from Ian’s chest. He yanked Jace’s head back, nipping and kissing his way across Jace’s throat. So fucking badly he wanted Ian’s cock buried in his ass.

His hole ached for it.

Begged for it.

A white-hot explosion detonated through Jace. Ian slammed his lips over Jace’s, swallowing his cries of pleasure, muffling the sound before he alerted everyone in his neighborhood that he’d just ridden Ian’s thigh to orgasm.

Holy fuck. He gripped hard biceps as he floated back down to earth. Ian placed a hand on Jace’s back to steady him.

What in the hell had he just done? He’d met Ian that morning and climaxed on his leg that evening. The guy would think he was a slut.

“Don’t be embarrassed, kitten.” Ian slid his lips over Jace’s ear. “There isn’t a damn thing shameful about what we just did. You coming apart in my arms was breathtaking as hell.”

It might not be shameful, but it was awkward. “I’ve never…” He sank his teeth into his bottom lip. “In public, and with a guy I just met.”

“So beautiful, kitten,” Ian growled softly in his ear.

How could Jace regret what they’d just shared when Ian seemed so turned on by it?

“What time do you have to be at work tomorrow?” Ian eased his leg free then pulled Jace away from his car to close the door.

“I’m off tomorrow.”

Ian’s eyes lit up as a smile curled one side of his sensual lips. Why did Jace find him so irresistible? Was it his rocking body, which Jace had already seen naked, his beautiful hair, his gorgeous face, or how he made Jace feel like he could be himself when around him? All of the above?

Unlike Tucker, Ian hadn’t made Jace feel like a freak because he was introverted. Ian hadn’t teased him playfully, yet cruelly, about manning up or about how Jace’s brain constantly froze around others.

Then again, he’d just met the guy. For all Jace knew, sooner or later, Ian would get tired of having to deal with a dork like him. What if his migraines wore thin on Ian like they had with Tucker?

Ian slid his arms around Jace. “Would you like to spend tomorrow together?”

“Doing what?” A dull pain started to throb on the right side of Jace’s head.

“Whatever you want.”

Nausea overwhelmed Jace as the pain intensified, causing the right side of his head to feel compressed. He rubbed his temples, hoping for some relief.

“What’s wrong?” Ian’s voice was filled with concern.

Backing up, Jace rested against his car. He closed his eyes and breathed out slowly. “I suffer from intense headaches. One is hitting me now. Please…whisper.”

With a gentle touch, Ian removed Jace’s hands and began to massage his temples and the back of his neck in slow, circular motions. “How long have you been experiencing them?”

This was not the way Jace wanted to end their night. He dreaded the possibility of spending tomorrow in bed, as his migraines often left him incapacitated for a day or two. It had happened more times than he could keep track of.

“Getting any better?”

“A little,” Jace admitted. “I was sixteen when my dad swerved the car to avoid a deer. He wasn’t wearing a seat belt, and the crash killed him. Since then I’ve suffered from migraines.”

Despite extensive testing, the doctors hadn’t found any underlying cause for them. Jace’s therapist believed they were a manifestation of his grief, compounded by his growing anxiety.

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