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“Yes, we will,” Ben vowed. “I can’t get tested. I don’t know what might show up in any kind of blood test, but I have never fucked without a condom.”
Jack would give that consideration, but for now— “One more,” he said just for show. He worked a third finger in. “Oh, damn, that’s so good. Your dick is bigger, so thick it’s gonna make me burn. I want that. Want you.” He stopped fingering himself and wiped his hand on the blanket. He needed to wash it anyway. He turned around and crawled up Ben’s gorgeous body again.
Jack had to lick his shaft, his balls, the vee where leg and groin met.
“Please,” Ben panted. “Jack, have mercy on me!”
Jack was feeling pretty merciful and so horny he couldn’t wait any longer. He positioned himself over Ben and reached behind him for Ben’s fat cock.
“Sweet. This is gonna feel so—” He began to lower himself down on the broad crown. “Fuck, you’re big—feels so,sogood.” The tip was stretching him, bringing that burn and pleasure combination that Jack had always craved but never found with another man. Some of his toys, yes, but never a real lover.
And none of his toys were as big as Ben’s dick.
“Oh…oh, that’s it, honey, take it, take it, take it,” Ben chanted. “Ride my cock, open up that sweet ass and—”
The stretch burned sweet, a slow bloom that turned every breath into a bright edge of pleasure. The long, drawn-out moan from Ben, when Jack clenched his ass, was ecstasy made audible.
Jack did it again and proceeded to clench and release all the way down Ben’s shaft until it was buried to the hilt inside him. Jack took a moment to appreciate the fullness, the hard, perfect length stretching him, then began to move, rising up, letting the underside of Ben’s crown give a good, tugging stretch to his rim. Then he sank down, his balls pressed against Ben’s pubic hair. Jack rotated his hips, came up, glided down.
Over and over, he rode Ben’s cock until they were both gasping, sweating, clutching at each other. When Ben fisted Jack’s dick, Jack keened and moved faster, gracelessly, hungry for what was building, for the orgasm that threatened to lay him out with its intensity.
Somewhere beneath the racket of the bed and their breathing, he felt it—Ben’s mind brushing his, a wordless mine, and Jack’s whole body answered yes.
Ben shook and jolted beneath him, thrusting up, cursing, calling his name.
“Now, now, now,” Jack demanded, feeling that tightening in his balls, the pulsing, racing jet of cum streaking up. He slammed down as spunk shot from his cock, Ben jacking him with rough strokes that only magnified his pleasure. Jack tightened up all over, and Ben’s shout rang in his ears as Ben came. The echo of it—his name in Ben’s voice—landed deep, ringing through the places in Jack that had always felt empty and quiet.
It seemed that Jack’s climax went on forever, yet it ended too soon. And with its passing, his strength vanished. Jack was worn out, fucked out, and sated like never before. He whimpered alittle as he eased off Ben’s cock. Everything ached, in a very,verygood way.
Jack flopped onto his back. He was dimly aware of the bed squeaking, the mattress dipping.
“Condom,” he heard Ben mumble. Jack drifted under with the sense-memory of Ben’s hands—steady, careful—cataloguing a future that, for once, didn’t scare him at all. Jack let sleep take him away.
Chapter Seventeen
When Ben went home, he was not surprised in the least to find all his siblings in the living room, staring at him. They were a nosy bunch, and he’d spent two days away from them, hardly ever leaving Jack’s bedroom. Two days, and his place still smelled like them—coffee, motor oil, old leather—home pressing in around the new thing in his chest that answered only to Jack.
Casey stood. “I was hoping you were coming home sometime soon. Youdohave a business to run.”
Ben almost said I ran, just not from what mattered, but he swallowed it. No use sharpening edges that would cut the wrong people.
“No one called to tell me we had any vehicles in to work on.” The economy might have been picking up, but business at the shop had been slow for a while. If Ben hadn’t owned the shopoutright, he’d have gone under a year and a half ago, not long after opening up his business.
“Well, Mrs. Lewis is coming in tomorrow for an oil change and tire rotation,” Casey said. “And yeah, we can take care of that, but…” He looked at Lacey, Emil, Robin and Anne. “Really? I’m gonna be the one that has to say it?”
“You’re the alpha, as you like to remind us every chance you get,” Robin snarked. “Have at it.”
The air shifted a notch, that quiet pressure Casey carried without trying. Ben’s muscles eased despite himself; gravity recognized gravity.
Casey sent Robin a stern look. “You need to work on that attitude.”
Robin rolled his eyes. “Yes, sir.”
“Don’t call me sir,” Casey began before waving Robin off. “Never mind. I’m not doing this with you. You, however,” he said to Ben. “We missed you, okay?”
Ben’s heart swelled with love for his family. “Aw, I’m glad I’m loved.”
“We have questions, too,” Lacey said. “Tell us about finding your destined mate. Alpha-doofus didn’t think that was something any of us needed to know was possible up until you got walloped by the Destinies. Or whatever makes that happen.”
