Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
He would take it safely inside, and then go back upstairs in a moment. But for now he savored the quiet peace, letting his mind fill with the strange wonderment of what had happened between them.
He sank into a deck chair and closed his eyes, leaning his head back as he recalled Will’s incredibly erotic touch. He hadn’t known such sensual pleasure existed. Even now he could almost feel Will’s warm, wet tongue gliding down his shaft, sending spirals of heated ecstasy eddying through his cock and radiating out all the way to his fingers and toes.
Yet what they’d shared had gone beyond sex, as exciting as it had been. There had been a tenderness between them, a kindred connection, as Will had said, that surpassed mere physical pleasure. Jack was both excited and terrified by this realization.
“Will,” he said aloud, “could it be I’m falling in love?”
Will woke with a start, immediately aware the bed beside him was empty. “Jack,” he called. Maybe he was only in the bathroom. But no one answered. Will sat up, surprised at his strong reaction to finding Jack gone.
Usually he couldn’t wait to get rid of a guy, once he’d taken what he wanted from him. With Jack, however, the opposite was true. He’d felt so happy just lying beside him, listening to the slow, steady beat of Jack’s heart beneath his ear as they talked and whispered together. He hadn’t even been aware of falling asleep.
He’d felt safe. Yes. That was the word—safe, in Jack’s arms.
But where was he? Will swung his legs over the side of the bed and hurried over to his bureau, grabbing a pair of cotton pajama pants from the drawer. He poked his head in the bathroom just to be sure, but Jack wasn’t there.
“Jack?” he called, as he hurried downstairs. Surely Jack wouldn’t have left? Not without saying goodbye? “Jack,” he said again, louder. He made his way to the kitchen and noticed the back door was ajar.
He stepped outside and saw him then, sitting on a chair beside the beat-up old telescope, his head back, his hands laced over his chest. “There you are. I thought maybe you’d flown the coop.” He tried to keep his tone light, not wanting to admit how much it mattered to him that he had not.
Jack sat up and smiled at him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to wake you. I just came down for a bottle of water. The air is so fresh out here. I was just enjoying it for a minute.” He stood and they moved together into each other’s arms.
Will lowered his head, bringing his lips to Jack’s. They kissed for a long moment. Will could feel Jack’s cock rising against his thigh. His own cock responded in kind.
“Want to go back upstairs?” he whispered.
“I thought you’d never ask,” Jack said, his eyes sparkling in the light of the moon.
Chapter 11
“Yeah, I have to go. I have to pick up a shipment of lumber for a client. I’m going to build a deck.”
“You work on Saturdays too, huh?”
“When you own your own business, you work whenever you can.”
They were sitting at Will’s breakfast table, sipping coffee and eating blueberry muffins. They’d returned to bed a little before dawn, again kissing, snuggling and exploring each other’s bodies. They’d slept late into the morning, but since it was still the weekend and markets were closed, it didn’t really matter.
It was a novel experience, taking his time with someone. Will loved Jack’s newness. The way Jack trembled when Will touched his cock, a shiver of pleasure running through his body. He loved Jack’s shy hesitation until pure lust left him raw with desire, eager for Will’s touch.
He’d stiffened each time Will had probed his ass. Will knew Jack wasn’t ready to go further than they’d gone—not yet. Hell, it was amazing he’d come this far, this fast, when Will thought about it. He wouldn’t have minded taking Jack back to bed for the rest of the day to continue their sensual, slow exploration of one another.
Jack, clearly, had other ideas. He pushed back his chair and stood. “Well, I guess I’ll see you around.”
Will was taken aback by this abrupt and less than warm goodbye. Hadn’t they just spent the night together, wrapped in each other’s arms? Maybe Jack was having second thoughts. Maybe he’d tried out the “gay” thing and was ready to move on.
Will’s defenses went up almost before he could stop them. If Jack wanted to act as if nothing had happened—fine. Two could play at that game.
“Great,” he said, his voice light as he forced a smile to his face. “I’m busy in the morning, but by afternoon I should be winding down.”
Shit. Why had he said that? Now that meant Jack definitely wouldn’t come back tonight. No, maybe that was a good thing. Let Jack sort through whatever weird stuff was going on in his head right now. The last thing Will needed was to babysit him through another bout of heterosexual angst. If he wanted to come back—well and good. If not, c’est la vie.