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  “A pipe?”

  “A curved wall with a lip so I can hang upside down.”

  “Holy Christ, you’re going to maim yourself.”

  He laughed. “It’s a difficult trick, but I’m definitely up for the challenge.”

  Suddenly he grabbed my face and backed me against the wall, kissing me hard and deep and desperate. Like he was releasing it all, giving it all to me. “I don’t want to talk right now. I want to taste you.”

  I moaned and wormed my body closer, reaching behind him to grab his ass. We were both instantly hard, and he ground his hips against me.

  “Every night I’ve dreamed of you,” he said against my lips.

  I pulled back to look at him. “You have?”

  “Yeah.” His gaze fastened on mine. “I knew I couldn’t have you, so the next best thing was the fantasy of you.”

  “Same here,” I said. “I’d lie in bed and jerk off to thoughts of you.”

  “I like that you tossed yourself off.” He panted against my mouth. “What did you imagine?”

  “This. Your hands on me, your lips all over my body.”

  “Jesus,” he panted out. “And now you’re right here in the flesh. And I’m desperate to have all of that with you.”

  He backed me down the hallway, yanking off my shirt and unbuttoning my pants. It felt so urgent, like we were running out of time. Not only because I had a job to get to, but also because I never felt certain of how many more days we might have left.

  “I need to touch you,” he said, hemming my thighs against the bed, forcing me to lean back. He tugged my pants down my legs, and then his hands were roaming all over my chest and shoulders.

  His gaze melted me, and I shut my eyelids to quiet my thrashing heart. I was in Jude York’s bed, he was touching me, and it felt like a goddamn gift.

  He feathered kisses along my ear and collarbone and throat. “Your skin is so soft,” he said and swiped his knuckles across my nipples. I moaned because it felt so good. When he drew one into his mouth, sucking it until it stiffened, all the blood in my body rushed to one area.

  I grasped his head as his tongue circled and then dragged down the center of my chest to my happy trail. “You’re perfect,” he said.

  “Far from it.” I gasped as he nibbled on my thigh.

  “You’re perfect for me,” he said, and I sighed into his words. “I could stay right here and kiss you forever.”

  His breath caught, and his cheeks splotched with color as if he couldn’t believe he’d used such a permanent word.

  “Me too,” I said because it was true, but also because I didn’t want him to regret anything.

  He pushed me down on the mattress and arched over me. I tried to remove his shirt, but he batted my hands away.

  “At least let me look at you,” I said.

  He conceded by grasping the material behind his neck and pulling off his shirt.

  I touched him everywhere I could reach on his smooth chest. I curved my head to lick his nipples, one side, then the other. His eyes rolled back as he gasped.

  My hands trailed lower, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, then prodding them all the way down his legs. He took a step back as if he’d lose his mind if I continued touching him right then. A long, large bulge tented his briefs as he caught his breath and scrutinized me.

  “You’re gorgeous, Jude.” My gaze slid lazily over his body.

  His fingers tunneled through my hair as he moaned his appreciation into a scorching kiss.

  He drew my underwear down, deposited them on the floor, and knelt in front of me. My shaft was dripping with precome, my balls throbbing for release, and him looking at me with hungry anticipation was nearly my undoing.

  “Fuck, Cory.” He kissed my abdomen, then nuzzled the patch of hair right below as if savoring me. “You drive me mad.”

  Curling his fingers around my hardness, he seemed to marvel at my cock. When he sucked the tip into his mouth, I groaned loudly, and he rewarded me by inserting his tongue inside the slit, now that he knew it drove me insane.

  “I don’t know how long I’ll make it if you keep that up.”

  His mouth swallowed me whole, and I felt myself hit the back of his throat. His eyes sprang open, and he stared me down as his tongue laved and his lips sucked. It felt so damned perfect, I cried out at the sensation.

  Releasing me, he tenderly lapped the head before licking along the underside of my shaft. As he moved down to bathe my balls with his tongue, he pushed on my knees to spread me wide open.

  “When you fuck me, I want us to be facing like this,” he said in a jagged voice. “So I can watch you the first time.”

  “I want that too.” I attempted to rein in my harsh breaths. “To see your eyes when I make you come.”

  He hummed as he drew my balls into his mouth one by one as if they were a delicacy. I was so close to release that the base of my spine began prickling. When his mouth trailed down and tenderly kissed my hole, I nearly saw stars. Jude tasting me was the most erotic sensation. The tip of his tongue probed at my ring of muscle, breaching with only the tip, before he thrust, sucked, and licked me into oblivion.

  “Oh God, Jude, I’m going to blow,” I said, and his hand moved up to clasp tightly around my hardness.

  And then I couldn’t take it any longer. I forced my feet down on the mattress to gain leverage. I yanked at his arms to pull him on top of me. I needed to feel him, so I urged his hips down against mine. When our dicks met and rubbed together lengthwise, he gasped.

  “I want you to come with me,” I murmured.

  His mouth came down on mine, and our arms and legs tangled together. I wrapped my hand around our cocks and found a rhythm, both of us panting as I jerked us off in unison.

  “Feels too good,” Jude ground out, his eyes glazing over.

  “Are you close?”

  “Yeah,” he said into my mouth and then thrust his tongue in time with my hand.

  I mixed the precome from both our tips together to create friction and then reached around to his crease with my other hand. My finger made it halfway inside when he erupted all over his stomach.

  “Christ.”

  The noises he was making, along with the roughness from our lengths slicking tightly together, made me shoot off immediately afterward.

  We lay on his bed, staring dreamily into each other’s eyes, hoping never to rouse from this reverie.

  “Stay a bit longer,” he said after he got a washcloth and wiped us down. “It’s hard to let you go.”

  My heart ballooned in my chest. I fucking loved hearing that.

  Jude had left the bedroom door open this time, and I heard Chopper hurtle noisily down the hallway. I threw the covers over the top of us right before he struck—licking our faces and clomping in heavy circles on the bed.

  “I knew you’d be a bed hog if Jude was anywhere near it,” I said as he found a cozy spot and lay down near our legs.

  Jude laughed and tugged me closer, kissing the side of my head.

  29

  Bring Ace to see his old friend Chopper? They can piss around in the yard.

  How about tomorrow after work?

  Looking forward to it.

  I heard Chopper bark as I approached Jude’s place, and my shoulders finally unwound. He was already in protective mode. And Jude could definitely use somebody else on his side.

  I’d only brought Patch home from the shelter two days before, and he and Ace had gotten along fine, with some minor adjustments. There was some territoriality over the food bowl, but Ace had quickly established himself as the alpha, and Patch fell in line easily.

  Patch was a pretty needy dog. Anytime I was home, he’d crawl onto my lap. I didn’t think he knew what to do with all the space he had free rein over, so he curled himself into a tight ball and seemed more comfortable that way.

  Jude smiled when he opened the door, and it halted the breath in my lungs. Ace saw Chopper and practically bolted through the entryway.<
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  Chopper’s tail was wagging a million miles an hour, and I bent down to pet him. “How do you like your new home?”

  “He says he’s thrilled to bits,” Jude said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “We should eventually get Chopper used to Patch as well. Especially if we ever walk them or we meet you at the park.”

  “Not a bad idea.” I stared into Jude’s eyes, trying to convey how happy his plans made me. How thankful I was that he was trying to make a life for himself.

  I removed the treat I’d brought Chopper from a bag I’d placed on the counter. It was one of his favorite flavored bones, so his nose nudged at my knees. Jude made him sit before he was allowed to take the snack from my fingers. What a difference a couple of days had made.

  Chopper made his way to the dog bed in the corner of the living room, already comfortable here. Ace was busy exploring Jude’s house, so I saved his bone for later. It gave me such immense relief that Chopper would have Jude to look after him. And vice versa.

  “I was just ordering Chinese takeaway,” he said, and I smiled at his British vernacular.

  “Great,” I said, realizing how famished I was.

  After he placed the order, he sat down next to me on the couch. I slid my arm around his shoulder and pulled him against me, relishing his warmth.

  “Cory,” he whispered into my hair, and hell, I wished I could hear him say my name like that every single night.

  The delivery was quick, so we ate and drank a couple of beers. Then we let the dogs out in the yard, where they lay down together on the grass with their bones, chummy once again.

  After he shut the door, Jude pressed me against the wall. “I bought supplies,” he said, breathless.

  I arched an eyebrow. “Supplies?”

  He bit his lip in a shy yet sexy way. “Condoms and lube.”

  My heart thudded in my chest. Just because Jude said he wanted to have sex didn’t necessarily mean he was ready to do it right now.

  “I need you to fuck me,” he whispered.

  I shut my eyes. “Goddamn.”

  It was as if all the pleasure receptors in my brain were on overload.

  “It’s alright if you don’t want—”

  “Believe me, Jude, I want to. It’s just… Are you sure?”

  “It’s all I can think about.”

  “Hell.” I rolled my head back. “Me too.”

  Jude was entirely lips and hands and raw desire the whole way down the hall to his bed. We paused at the entrance to his room, and my hands were rough as they rushed down his body and grabbed at his ass. “Tell me again how much you want this.”

  He studied my eyes, and there was a fierceness in his I hadn’t seen before. He flattened his body against mine, and his mouth devoured me. His lips fastened around my tongue as he sucked it hungrily. I gasped for air and clutched at his shoulders.

  I flipped him around toward the bed and relaxed my hold, slowed my hands, gentled my lips. I slid off his shirt and kissed his collarbone, dragging my mouth across his throat, licking his ear, murmuring his name. When I unsnapped the button on his jeans, his breath caught.

  It was then I realized how huge this was for him.

  He’d told me it’d been years since he’d been intimate with a man, and now he was choosing to make a connection with me. I wanted it to be good for him. More than good. I wanted to make him think it was worth it—that we were worth it.

  “I want this very much.” His eyes met mine with intense determination.

  I drew his pants to his knees as his elbows sank down on the bed, and then I undressed quickly while he watched me from his sheets. The look in his eyes was raw and wild, as if he was barely hanging on to the last shreds of control.

  And then I was on top of him, sucking on his lips, biting his neck and shoulders, allowing my hands to roam all over his body. When my fingers enclosed around his cock and pulled down on the foreskin, he was already leaking.

  “Where are the condoms and lube?”

  He opened the side drawer, tore off a condom, and threw it with the lube on the bed.

  “I’ll need to stretch you.” My fingers were shaking as I reached for the bottle. I knelt in front of him on the bed, and his face flushed with anticipation. “Don’t want to hurt you.”

  I squirted some lube on my fingers, and then my hand trailed over his thighs, to his balls, then below to his crease. “Lift your knees. Open up for me.”

  Jude raised his legs toward his chest, looking so damned sexy right then, I couldn’t help leaning over and drawing the tip of his cock into my mouth. I dragged my tongue around his head as my finger found his puckered hole. I slid partway inside, and he grabbed my biceps.

  “Oh, God. Feels amazing.”

  I waited until his muscles relaxed before pushing all the way inside. I added a second finger and worked them both, until Jude was practically whimpering.

  “Please, Cory,” he strained out. “I need you right now.”

  I rolled on the condom and coated it with lube. I pushed him farther up on the bed and crawled over him. I needed to gaze at him one last time to make sure he truly wanted this.

  When his green-cellophane gaze met mine, a spark ignited in my chest with such overwhelming intensity, I nearly shut my eyes.

  He roughly gathered my face in his callused fingers, and his kiss was so devastating, it left me breathless.

  “Jude.” I rolled his hips and lined up my hardness with his hole. My thighs began trembling with need.

  Reaching for my hips, he hauled me forward, my tip pressing inside him. Making contact with his tight heat nearly made me explode. I couldn’t even describe how fucking fantastic he felt.

  His mouth opened, but no sound came out. I watched his eyes as he gazed up at me in wonder. After giving him a moment to adjust, I surged farther. He was so tight and warm, my eyes almost crossed. When I looked down and saw myself inside his body, I could scarcely breathe.

  I dropped down on my forearms to be closer to him, and drove forward an additional inch. I could feel the wetness and pulsing of Jude’s cock between our stomachs, and that, along with the sensation of our bodies connecting so intimately, made me groan out loud.

  “Talk to me, Jude,” I whispered.

  He was panting softly, his eyes glassy. “I’ve never felt anything better than you being inside me.”

  I sighed and kissed his mouth softly, my tongue licking over his lips. “Christ, you feel amazing, Jude.”

  I propelled my length forward and was now seated fully inside him. He moaned, his fingernails biting into my biceps. I stilled my body and hissed through my teeth, because the sensation was almost too much to handle.

  Jude’s fingers slid across my stubble, and I looked down at him.

  “I want to really feel you.” His accent brushed across my nerve endings, generating sparks that swelled into a forest fire. “So go for it.”

  He reached up and bit my shoulder, and it was so unexpected, I snapped my hips forward. He growled low and deep. “Yes, like that. Faster, harder.”

  He hooked his feet around my thighs, and I pinned his arms, consuming his fervent lips. I thrust inside, hard and deep, and holy fucking hell, he felt hot and so goddamned tight and perfect at this angle.

  “God, yes. Brilliant.” His eyes lit up. “Give me all you’ve got.”

  I withdrew almost all the way and then slammed back inside. He rocked his hips upward to meet each thrust, which changed the angle so I was able to delve even deeper.

  “Fucking hell, whatever you’re doing,” Jude said, gritting his teeth. “Right there.”

  I continued jerking forward as he watched me with adoring eyes, and it did something to me, sharing our bodies like this. Our hearts were connecting too, one winding around the other, no doubt about it.

  I pumped hot and solid, a buzz stealing across my back, my balls lifting and tightening. When my hand grasped his cock firmly, he threw his head back and was gone. Completely fucking gone. Watching him g
et his release was intense. He was so goddamned stunning. His lips parted, his face flushed, his chest heaved.

  I was skating on the brink of my own orgasm, and after two more solid pumps, finally let go. “Fuck. Goddamn.”

  I was a panting, shuddering mess as I sank down on Jude, my lips at his neck.

  But I was also like Jude on the highest branches of his oak tree: on top of the fucking universe.

  30

  Since Raw Ink had free tickets, Dex and Emmy had also come out to see the event. It was drizzling and gloomy, lending to the uncomfortable feeling in my chest, and I was glad that Dex had given me a lift, since I hadn’t been able to hang out with him the last couple of weeks.

  His brother had gotten in an accident involving a drunk driver, and that seemed to have finally woken his ass up. Oliver had given him a couple of days off to visit his family, and he came back more sober than ever—even turning down a night out at Zach’s. He seemed alert and clearheaded, and even though I wished it had been caused by better circumstances, I was glad he’d had a wake-up call of sorts.

  The arena was crowded, and as we took our seats inside the tent, I looked around for Jude, who was meeting me there. He was standing in the back row behind a skateboarder who was probably a decade older than him. He was completely focused on the bowl, watching the warm-ups as competitors donned their helmets and elbow and knee pads.

  This sport attracted all kinds, so it was amazing to see dudes older than me spinning alongside teenagers in the concrete enclosure. Lean bodies, muscled calves—no matter the age, all these skaters were physically fit and up to the task.

  “You see him?” Emmy asked.

  “Yeah.” I kept my hand low as I pointed to the far end of the tent.

  “Lots of cute guys,” Emmy said, looking around dreamily. Even though she was into Travis, she wasn’t dead. Even I could recognize that some of the dudes were smokin’. Still, the hottest guy here was standing clear across the arena, and I hoped he’d make his way over soon.

  “Definitely some hard bodies,” I said.

  “But you only have eyes for one man.”

  As if he’d heard her, Jude looked up; his eyes met mine and softened.