Page 27 of Summer Catch

His fingers weren’t just trembling but shaking as he slid the condom on.

“Swear I’m not a virgin,” Jon joked under his breath as he positioned himself over Kieran, one of his knees bent back. Kieran’s gray eyes were full of love and encouragement.

And heat.

So much fucking heat.

Jon could burn up in all that heat.

“Just like that,” Kieran encouraged as he gave one little thrust and then another, sinking into his tight, white-hot ass.

“That feels . . .” Jon felt his eyes roll back in his head. His fingers digging into Kieran’s flesh.

“Yeah.” Kieran’s voice had gone deep and gravelly. “Me too.”

“You want more?” Jon panted. He’d gone as slow as he could, but he was definitely reaching the end of his self-control as he bottomed out.

Kieran reached down and gave his half-hard cock a few strokes, and it perked right up. “Yeah.” He was breathless. “You’re . . .uh . . .big. And it’s been awhile for me.”

If Jon reminded himself of how tight he was around him, he’d lose it and so he didn’t. Just gave Kieran the time he needed and then began to thrust unsteadily. But the more he did, the righter it felt, the better it felt.

Half a dozen thrusts later, he was lost to the feel of it, Kieran a vise around him as he moved his own body in tandem with Jon’s.

So much of this relationship had been shockingly easy, and so it shouldn’t have surprised Jon that this was, too. Felt like they’d been doing it forever, once he’d gotten over his nerves.

Felt like he wanted to do it for the next forever, too.

“Shit,” Kieran exclaimed and that was all the warning Jon got before he was clamping down hard on his cock, come shooting up his chest as he lost himself in pleasure.

It only took another half-hearted thrust and he was coming, too, yelping as it felt like he emptied out everything inside him into the condom.

He wasn’t a virgin, knew his way around the bedroom, even if this was his first time fucking a guy, and he carefully pulled out before collapsing next to Kieran.

Pushed a hand through the sweaty hair falling across Kieran’s forehead. “Good?” he asked.

That was the only word in his brain, so it made sense to ask it as a question.

“Really fucking good.” Kieran’s eyes glowed with happiness. “You?”

“Sure that we’re gonna have to try that the other way, eventually,” Jon said.

Kieran laughed and pulled him even closer, tucking him underneath his arm.

Chapter 10

Kieran knew the moment Jon walked in something was wrong.

He was in the middle of pouring a beer and he had five tickets full of Mermaids’ Assholes and passionfruit mojitos waiting on him, but he set the beer on the bar and turned to Nadia. “Give me five,” he said.

Nadia gave him an understanding nod as Kieran skirted around the bar and guided Jon by the elbow to the end, to a quiet corner. “Hey,” he said, “what’s wrong?”

“How do you know something’s wrong?” Jon asked wryly as he took a seat and Kieran climbed onto the barstool next to him. He only had five minutes—six, maybe, if Nadia was feeling kind—and yet he didn’t want to leave until he knew what was going on.

“Your face tells the whole story.”

And there it fell even more.

“Perez—Nelson—got injured today. In practice. Blew out his knee.” Jon let out a breath. “I think he’s done for the season.”

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