Page 79 of Worth the Wait
Nathan.
For a long, breathless second, neither of them moved. Only Nathan’s eyes did, trailing over Freddie from head to toe, then back up again. Freddie opened his mouth to say something. Some half-formed thought caught between relief and panic, but he never got the words out.
Because Nathan surged forward.
No words. No warnings.
He shoved his way inside, grabbed Freddie by the scruff of his neck, kicked the door shut with a bang rattling the frame and probably disturbing Mrs Crow’s morning cuppa next door, then slammed Freddie against the wall and kissed him.
It was aseizure. Brutal, desperate, all teeth and crushed mouths and groaned curses swallowed between them. Nathan devoured him.Ownedhim.
Freddie clutched his shoulders, digging his fingers into the hard muscle, kissing him back as hungrily, gasping into the brutal press of it, clawing him closer, needing more, needing everything.
Nathan tasted of strawberry jam and adrenaline and something bitter. Fear, maybe? Or fury. And Freddie drank it down as if starved of it. Ofhim.
Nathan broke the kiss long enough to drag a wrecked breath across Freddie’s jaw, fisting his hand in the waistband of Freddie’s boxers, hauling him impossibly closer, until there was no space, no air, no thinking.
Freddie tilted his head back, chest heaving, heart hammering as he let Nathan take whatever he needed. Christ, hewantedhim to, because he needed it as badly. As brutally.
Hands scrabbling, Freddie tore at Nathan’s hoodie, yanking it over his head in a rough, clumsy motion. Nathan emerged flushed and wild, muscles flexing under golden skin, the ink on his chest shifting as he moved. That tattoo, those ridged scars, the dusting of dark hair across his chest. God, he was devastating. Older now. Heavier. Harder.Brutalin a way he hadn’t been when they were kids sneaking kisses in the dark.
Nathan didn’t stop, didn’t give Freddie a chance to breathe him all in. He kissed down the line of Freddie’s jaw, teeth scraping, lips dragging heat across his throat, planting desperate, claiming kisses at the base of his neck. He slid his hands low, pushing inside the loose hang of Freddie’s boxers, gripping the taut globes of his arse in a rough, possessive hold.
Freddie grunted, jerking his hips helplessly, cock already aching, inflamed, pressing hard against the rough denim of Nathan’s jeans.
Too much.
Not enough.
He tried to get his hands between them to fumble with Nathan’s belt, but Nathan had him crushed to the wall, heavy body pinning him there, radiating heat and intent.So, growling low in frustration, Nathan took over. He yanked his belt, jerking it loose, shoving his jeans down his thighs with furious haste. The denim bunched around his boots. Heavy, scuffed steel-toe monsters he didn’t bother to kick off.
Andfuck, Freddie nearly combusted at the sight.
Nathan, brutal and beautiful, standing there with his jeans tangled around his ankles, his underwear stretched tight over his cock, already straining for release, jaw clenched as if he was barely holding himself back.
It was messy. Primal. Fuckingperfect.
Freddie wanted him more than he’d ever wanted anything.
Nathan was back on him, sliding his hands into Freddie’s underwear, gripping his arse cheeks, rough and possessive, digging his fingers in hard enough to leave bruises, then lifted him clean off the floor. Freddie gasped, clutching Nathan’s shoulders as Nathan shoved him harder against the wall, bodies crashing together, skin on skin, and burning heat where their cocks strained, desperate for friction.
Fifteen fucking years.
Fifteen years of want and regret and unsaid things poured out in every brutal kiss, every frantic clutch of hands, every slam against the wall.
Nathan buried his face in Freddie’s neck, breathing him in, biting the delicate skin, mouthing down to his collarbone while Freddie writhed against him, panting, hard and helpless, legs flung around him and utterly his.
“Fuckingmissed you,” Nathan growled into his neck. “God, I fuckingmissed you—”
“Missed you more,” Freddie whimpered, scraping his nails down Nathan’s bare back, gasping when Nathan ground their hips together, the friction setting him alight,blinding, scorching. It was a mess of fists and mouths and dragging clothes, desperate to get closer, toerasethe years apart.
Nathan then let go of him, dropping Freddie back to his feet as he grabbed the waistband of Freddie’s boxers behind his back, yanked hard, rippingthem apart in one rough, reckless move. The tearing of fabric split the air, and suddenly, as Nathan tossed the useless cotton aside, Freddie was bare, skin flushed and burning, pinned naked between Nathan’s body and the wall. Panting, Freddie shoved Nathan’s boxers down, dragging them over his hips until Nathan’s cock sprang free. Flushed, hard, fuckingglorious.
Nathan growled low in his throat, shoving his thigh between Freddie’s legs to keep him there, grinding against him as if he was staking a claim he had no intention of giving up. And Freddie barely had time to suck in a breath before Nathan’s hand wrapped around them both, cocks pressed tight together, hot and slick and leaking, and stroking them with rough, frantic pulls.
Freddie choked on a gasp, thudding his head back, vision whiting out with the sheer force of it. Of the thick, callused drag of Nathan’s palm, the brutal heat between them, the raw, guttural sounds Nathan let slip every time Freddie bucked into his grip.
“Jesus fuck,Nate—”
