Page 58 of Harvest Moon

“Right now, I don’t like that you’re not touching me.”

My grin felt lopsided. Didn’t give a damn how goofy I looked, either.

“Well, I think I can fix that.”

I shimmied his shirt up, and Alexis arched enough to help me strip it off him.

We’d gone to school together, grown up wolves in houses side-by-side. I’d caught glimpses of him after transforming or in the locker room. I’d wrapped my arm around his shoulders and held him close on the tables outside where we ate lunch at school, no matter how cold it was.

I thought I knew the shape of him. I didn’t.

It was different to be able to run my hands over all that warm skin, to feel his heartbeat stutter in his chest, hear the soft inhale of breath when I ran my fingertips over his nipples.

Years had changed him—not much, he was as gorgeous as ever—but they’d made his legs thicker from his hikes. His jaw was sharper, that last little bit of baby fat and cafeteria fries dissolving in the years since I’d left for school.

Given time, I’d touch him everywhere. But right then, what he’d done to me felt so damn good that I wanted to give him the same.

I slid his briefs off, thrilling at the warm, wet spot between his thighs. When his legs fell open, I leaned down, tracing my tongue up the underside of his cock, all the way to the very tip.

He whined, hands scrambling on the blankets until he found my shoulders. He hung onto me as I sucked him. But I couldn’t last long like that, with him up there, his head thrown back where I couldn’t see the expression on his face.

More than anything else, I wanted to see him. When his breath caught, I wanted to feel him gasp in the air between us. I wanted to watch his eyes go hazy, see his world narrow to my adoring gaze and my hands on his body, at least for a little while.

I sat up on my knees and dragged my hand behind his balls, tracing up and down his slick crack, circling a finger around his hole.

I wanted to—god, I wanted to feel him there, inside, hot as a forge, but I wasn’t ready for that yet. There was so much we needed to talk about.

With one arm, I held myself over him as I crawled up, staying close enough that I could feel the movements of his body without putting my full weight on him. My other hand set to exploring his cock, the things he liked and what had him trembling under me like he’d fall apart any second.

My spit and his slick kept my hand moving smoothly as I stroked him. His fingers dug into the muscles of my back, hard enough it’d almost hurt if they hadn’t meant he wanted me closer.

“R–Ridge,” he whined. His lips were hanging open, so easy to kiss. So easy to slip my tongue inside and taste him.

I pulled back when I was out of breath and panting. He blinked a few times, then his pretty eyes settled on me again. He was writhing under me, pushing up into my hand, more impulse than thought.

And he was so fucking beautiful.

“I love you,” I rasped, letting the words I’d been carrying around in my heart since we were kids tumble out.

He flinched, his hands sliding up to my shoulders, the pressure of his strong arms holding me far enough back he could look at me. His gaze darted across my shoulders, my neck, every inch of my face.

“What?” He sounded unsure, even scared.

But everything was okay. I rubbed just below the head of his cock, pushing into the underside in slow, soft circles in a way I’d always thought felt nice. He shivered, struggling to hold onto pleasure and his uncertainty all at once.

“I love you,” I repeated, leaning down to catch his lips, giving his bottom one a little nibble when he was too overwhelmed to kiss me back. “Always you, Lex. You’re my whole heart.”

His eyes fluttered shut, he arched his head back, and this time, I didn’t drag his attention back to me. I let him scramble and squirm, and turned my attention back where it mattered, between his legs, stroking him hard and fast.

Whether I’d meant to or not, I’d been teasing him for way too long. The time for all that was past, and I wanted to make him feel good.

When his thighs tensed, pressing against either side of my hips, I knew he was close. All I could see was Alexis. He was all I could smell too. There was a growl—took me a second to realize it was my own—and I curled over his shoulder to bite the curve below his neck.

God, it took everything in me not to bite too hard. I couldn’t break the skin, couldn’t mark him before we had a chance to talk and clear the air between us.

Everything I hoped for—it all relied on Alexis coming to me knowing full well the mess I was in.

Still, the feel of my teeth was enough to push him over the edge. The sound of his cry as he came was like music. His body rocked with a ripple of muscle, taking over to move in a gorgeous wave.

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