Page 70 of Enemy Within
Ethan kissed the ring that rested on Jack’s finger. “You never will.”
Jack beamed, his face brightening like spring bursting over a winter wasteland. He squinted at Ethan and cocked his head to one side. “You said you had ‘them’ made.”
“I had a set made. I thought they could be wedding rings. I wanted them to match. I want to wear the same rings.”
“Do you have the second ring? Yours?”
Ethan nodded, and he pulled it out of his pocket.
Jack plucked it from his fingers. He reached for Ethan’s left hand as he kneeled, balanced on one knee, grinning his thousand-watt smile. “Ethan Reichenbach,” he started, his eyes glittering. “I love you more than I can ever say. Will you make me the happiest man who’s ever, ever lived? Will you be my husband? Will youmarryme?”
Ethan thought he’d experienced the absolute height of happiness moments before when Jack had said yes, but a new joy burst through him at Jack’s words. A new light that raced through his veins and set up a home in his heart. Perfection. Certainty. Nothing was as right as this moment.
He tried to speak, but his throat closed, and his eyes watered. He nodded, pressing his lips together when Jack slid his ring onto his finger. Jack clasped his hands, threading their fingers together. Both rings gleamed, matching promises for the whole world to see.
They met in the middle, lips caressing slowly as their bodies slid together. Jack melted into him, and Ethan laid him back on the sand, covering Jack’s body with every inch of his own. Time fell away as they kissed, as their bodies molded together, a perfect fit.
Ethan slid his hand down to Jack’s hip, squeezing. “Into the sleeping bag,” he breathed, kissing down Jack’s neck. “I’m not giving those subs a free show.”
Jack chuckled, his breath stuttering at Ethan’s nibble on his neck. “Make love to me.”
He ran his nose up Jack’s neck, breathing in his scent, and sucked at his earlobe, the curve of his jaw. “Are you sure?” Ethan had taken Jack multiple times now, but Jack hadn’t taken Ethan since they’d been back at the White House.
“I love it,” Jack breathed, like he was confessing. “I love having you inside me. Love when you make love to me. I want it all the time. Want you all the time.”
Fuck, he nearly came at Jack’s words, shivering from the tips of his hair to the soles of his feet. His cock, already rock-hard, throbbed, begging for Jack’s body. He’d make love to Jack every day, every hour if he could. Worship at Jack’s body for the rest of his life. Make him scream with pleasure, shiver and shake and tremble apart, delirious from their lovemaking.
They scooted into the sleeping bag, ditching boots and shirts and pants in a haphazard array, leaving them lying in the sand like flagrant evidence. Ethan snaked a tube of lotion he’d swiped from the supplies Anderson had given them from the pocket of his pants.
Jack rolled on top, straddling Ethan and rocking his hips, his hard cock pressed against Ethan’s. Ethan’s hands roamed over Jack, into the curve of his lower back, and grabbed his ass, squeezing his cheeks. He dipped his fingers within Jack’s cleft, stroking over his puckered hole. Jack moaned, sucked on Ethan’s bottom lip, and pushed his ass into Ethan’s hands.
Lightning crackled through him, burning him from the inside. He popped the top of the lotion and squeezed a dollop into his palm. He tried to warm it, but the lotion was cold when it hit Jack’s skin. “Sorry,” he breathed.
Jack shook his head and spread his legs. Bowed his back. A shiver snaked up Jack’s spine. “Keep going.”
In minutes, Jack was panting, hanging his head between his shoulders as he hovered above Ethan’s lap. Ethan’s fingers disappeared inside Jack’s body, kneading and stretching his asshole as his balls quivered, tickling against Ethan’s own. He rubbed his cock over Jack’s slick hole, sliding over his opening, over and over. Each time, Jack shivered and his eyes rolled back. The top of the sleeping bag clung to Jack’s sweaty, shaking shoulders.
“Roll over, love.” Ethan kissed Jack’s chest, nibbling on his skin.
Jack slid off, and they shimmied into position, Jack lying on his front, propped up on his elbows as he arched his back, his ass offered up just for Ethan. He spread his thighs as wide as they could go in the sleeping bag.
Ethan’s eyes nearly crossed, nearly whited out with static, bells ringing in his ears. They’d never made love this way. He’d never taken Jack from behind, and Jack had never taken him this way. He loved kissing Jack when they made love, loved Jack’s legs wrapping around him, feeling the soft hairs on his thighs grip his sides. Loved wrapping his own legs around Jack. Loved riding Jack, and Jack riding him. Feeling Jack’s hands slide over his chest, or disappear into his crotch. Stroking Jack, when Jack rode him, until senseless, rambling mumbles fell from Jack’s lips.
But, Jack was stunning like this. Flushed clear down the curve of his back, his ass red from Ethan’s hands and spread wide, his body trembling. He was open, slick and waiting for Ethan.
Ethan’s mouth went dry as he leaned over Jack, gripping his hip when he pressed a shaking kiss to his pale shoulder blade.
His cock found Jack’s hole, and his thighs pressed against Jack’s. Jack rocked back, trying to take him, trying to push Ethan inside him. Ethan nipped at his shoulder. “Slow. I want to feel you spread apart around me.”
Jack whimpered, his head falling forward.
The head of his cock breached Jack, slipping just inside his tight hole. Jack moaned and arched his back again, trying to push, trying to press, and he rubbed his cheek against Ethan’s. Ethan kissed his jaw, his neck, his bounding pulse. Wrapped one arm around Jack’s chest and held him close, Jack’s back molded to his chest, his body. He didn’t move.
He waited, kissing Jack over and over.
Slowly, Jack’s body swallowed his cock, his hungry ass clenching and pulling Ethan deeper, dragging him within his own body.
Ethan’s world imploded when he bottomed out, pressed deeper within Jack than he’d ever thought possible. His hands roamed over Jack, from his hips to his chest and up to his hair, mapping his body and keeping them flush and locked together.
