Wild Heart Page 20

  He’d left his phone in the house after not getting a response from Ase to his last text. That was probably best. He’d feel like a heel if he sat around staring at it.

  Another breeze blew over Jase, between his toes and over his bare chest. He got a chill that he’d be the first to admit made him hard. Some of it could be his body trying to find an outlet for all the tension he’d felt earlier. There was something exciting, freeing, about being out in the open with acres and acres of space all to himself. When he was a teenager it’d been the same thrill, being alone on the ranch when his parents were gone, and there was nothing but him and his cock for entertainment.

  Like there might be a stranger watching in the faraway woods as he jerked himself off. He stretched, languishing in the feel as his hand gripped his cock through his jeans and gave a good slow stroke.

  He stilled his hand, thinking maybe he’d go inside and find some porn. Getting off would definitely take the final edge off so he could get some sleep. He could deal with sorting out some of these messes tomorrow.

  A buzzing, like a motor, had been constant for a few minutes, but a light approaching from the distance made him take notice. Their stretch of two-lane highway wasn’t as heavily travelled as it had once been, but it did connect their small town to a few others, so it wasn’t entirely strange to see someone on the road at this hour. It hadn’t even gone on ten p.m. yet. On a Thursday night anyone could be headed to a party or a bar in one of the neighboring towns.

  The horses whickering from the barn drew Jase’s attention for a minute; he stood and chugged the last of his beer. The stalling of the motor made him look back toward the road, seeing a single headlight paused at the foot of the ranch’s long drive. He frowned, wondering if he should head inside for his gun. But something, a whispering awareness, made him still.

  With a rev to the motor and crunching of gravel, the single headlight started moving toward Jase. His heart fluttered in his chest.

  Jase stayed there, stock-still, watching the headlight come closer. In one of the streetlights the power company had placed on the drive for them, Jase saw a motorcycle, blue and shining. The breath whooshed from his lungs, but his heart didn’t stop beating. His body tensed, but not in a wholly unpleasant way.

  There’d been no mistaking that bike.

  When Ase pulled up in front of the cottage, parking a good thirty feet from the front porch, Jase shaded his eyes with the hand not holding his beer until the sound of the engine was killed. He saw Ase remove his helmet and hang it from a handlebar, get off the bike and stalk toward him. When he stepped into the faint patch moonlight, his panther-like eyes weren’t scary at all.

  In fact, Ase looked like he did when Jase first met him. He had his hands in his pockets, eyes insecure, soft, and a little hungry.

  “Stalking me again?” Jase heard himself ask, not sure how he’d managed the words, especially ones so borderline teasing. He held himself in check, but thanks to the beer and being on his home turf, he wasn’t acting quite like the freak he had the last couple times he’d crashed and burned in front of Ase.

  The fondness in Ase’s eyes was enough to melt greater men. “It’s a habit I can’t seem to break with you.” Lord, that voice still made his knees weak.

  Jase felt himself smile. Not a big smile, but a real one. That seemed to encourage Ase, who didn’t look quite so insecure anymore.

  “It’s illegal in a lot of states.”

  “Well, you see,” Ase said, using that ridiculous, teasing Queen’s English accent Jase remembered so well from their first weekend together. When he saw he’d gotten a grin from Jase, Ase continued, “Once upon a time, I stalked a young man at a train station in Munich. Maybe you’ve heard of him? A young United States Army man with a ridiculous accent and a ghastly hairdo.” Ase came close enough to put one foot up on the porch, and prop theatrically on his knee. Jase shook his head at the completely incongruous silliness of this big, intimidating looking wild-man who’d crept up in the night to tease Jase. “The method brought me such luck, I thought I’d use again.”

  Jase was laughing so much at Ase’s antics that his “Hey!” didn’t sound as aggrieved as he’d intended. “You talk like that, and you poke fun at my accent.”

  Ase straightened and shook his head with a dour face. He said seriously, “The accent was adorable in the end, but the hair style did his sexy face no justice.”

  Jase’s heart thumped in his rib cage. But then… it just… felt light. It wasn’t the cloying, anxious heartbeat he’d felt for so long. He felt like he was twenty-one again, sitting in a colorful neighborhood with a jokester masquerading as a bad boy.

  “Oh. I think I know him. He met a stalker in Munich, and it turned out the stalker wasn’t as tough as he seemed.” Jase stopped teasing and stepped a little closer to Ase, who’d cocked his head to the side. “Turns out, he was a softy.” Speaking of, Ase’s eyes, black as onyx in the dark, softened. They crinkled when his lips ticked up into a grin, showing his age only in his laugh lines, and God, Jase hoped there’d been lots of it—laughter.

  Ase went to take a step, and Jase held up a hand. “Wait. Stop.” He took a moment to let himself feel the breeze play over his skin and the fact Ase was there with him in that moment, at his ranch. The wind rustled the tree leaves and the grass, and Ase’s breathing mixed with Jase’s there to make this another memory Jase would have, even if this was that moment of closure they thought they’d never get.

  Then Jase nodded, mostly for himself and went down the steps, looking up at Ase, who was already taller than him, but with Jase being barefoot and Ase in his thick-soled biker boots Jase felt a bit dwarfed. “Let me do this again. No bullshit.”

  One of Ase’s thick black brows winged up. “No bullshit?”

  Jase touched Ase’s leather clad forearm, gripped it firmly. “Sheezus, fuck, Ase,” he said, on a happy sigh. “It’s so fucking good to see you.”

  Ase’s body seemed to spring into action then, and he engulfed Jase in a hug. They clung like that for a moment, breathing each other in. Jase was keenly aware of the large erection pushing into his stomach right beneath his belly button, knew his was probably just as easy to feel against Ase’s hip. But they didn’t stop just holding each other in the silent night.

  “Damn right it’s good to see you,” Ase rumbled in Jase’s ear. Jase wrapped his arms tighter around Ase’s waist and dug his fingers in the small of Ase’s back.

  After a while like that, their heartbeats thumping against one another, they separated a bit, but didn’t take a step back. Ase’s eyes were a little too bright and made Jase feel so many things. Then they pulled back and looked at each other before, suddenly, Ase’s lips slammed down on Jase’s, stealing his breath. This is not how Jase’d thought this would go. But he didn’t want to stop.

  “This is begging for trouble.”

  “We’ll borrow it tomorrow, then. One day at a time, right?” Ase said. Jase would have complained about having his own words used against him, but he was too busy being mauled by a large Mexican-Guatemalan-American who was making sexy, growly, purr noises in his chest.

  Chapter 23

  THE door to the house snicked shut behind them. Quite frankly, Ase was surprised it shut at all with how they fumbled with the damned thing and Ase’s clothes. “It’s not fair. I have on so many layers and you’re only wearing two.”

  If Ase was smart, he’d use that as the break they needed not to get carried away. Only, he’d been dying for this. He’d been dying to touch Jase, to hug him and feel every inch of that soft skin covering firm muscles. He’d missed the man’s smell and the way he gasped when Ase touched him for the first time, every time.

  It’d been too many fucking weeks, and after the way things were left between them, there was so much to discuss.

  “One,” Jase said, breathily. Fuck.

  Jase couldn’t stop the rumble that came from his chest as he gripped Jase around his waist and slammed their mouths together ag
ain.

  “God, you feel so good,” Jase said, reverently as he ran his fingers over Ase’s body. Ase’s sense memory kicked in. How he’d dreamed of these fingers roaming his body, same as they did over Matilda I when Jase had shown his appreciation for her.

  Ase’s shirt, jacket and jeans soon littered the floor, and he barely remembered removing them. When Jase wrapped his fingers around Ase’s length, he lost any conscious thought about how they should be talking, figuring things out, or at least knowing what to do from here.

  But he couldn’t think with Jase clinging to his almost-naked body, fisting his cock. Ase reached between them and, with the pop of a button and the drawing down of a zipper, freed Jase’s cock, too. The jeans, with nothing to hold them up, slid to Jase’s ankles and they both stumbled a bit, laughing. Jase felt so brilliantly lost to the moment, letting his body do the walk he’d been so afraid to do with anyone else in his life. He truly knew what it was like to feel stripped absolutely bare.

  As many people as he’d done this with, you’d think being stripped would be obvious, but he gave when he was with Jase. There was some magic or chemistry that happened when you put them together. Some kinship must exist in their souls because Ase couldn’t remember a time, ever, that he’d felt so goddamned undone as when Jase looked at him with his soul in his eyes.

  That’s what he’d missed.

  “Mierda.” Ase stopped himself. “We should really… Not be so…” He didn’t know what he was trying to say.

  “Can we please be reckless for five minutes? I’ve already had your dick in my hand so we’ve crossed the line and all,” Jase said, drily. Ase tossed his head back and laughed. And without preamble or warning, Jase was on his knees, mouthing Ase’s balls.

  “Dios mio. Jase.” Jase started stroking Ase’s cock dry, which felt amazing. The man knew his way around a cock. As he stroked harder and faster, he tongued the sensitive sac before finally taking Ase’s cock into the wet, hollow heat of his mouth. Stroking with his lips and his tongue and one hand, rolling Ase’s balls with the other, Jase was unnerving Ase in a completely different way than before.

  Ase ran his fingers through Jase’s thick, blond hair and groaned, pleaded. “You look fucking hot sucking my cock.” The way Ase’s cock disappeared between those pink lips, those green eyes peering up at Ase, he almost lost it right there.

  “Enough,” Ase said. That made Jase stop, pulling off with one more languid, hard suck up the shaft. He continued stroking as he looked up at Ase from his position on his knees.

  Ase looked around. He needed, they needed. “On the couch.”

  Jase didn’t have to be told twice, bounding to the couch. “Face down,” Ace said.

  Jase bent over, placing his face in the cushion, poking his toned ass out in a fine display. “Goddamn,” Ase said, as he rubbed his hands over the cheeks before him. He spit in the crease watching Jase’s body shudder as the saliva trickled down over his pretty, pink hole. He spit again, letting it follow the same course, scooping it up with his cock, groaning as he slicked it up and down over Jase’s entrance with the tip of his cock.

  Jase greedily pushed back which Ase was just smart enough to back away from. As much as he craved sinking into that hot, slick depth without a condom, they would not go bare in the heat of the moment, whether this was their first time of many or their last together. That’d make any regrets they may have tomorrow twice as bad.

  Ase wanted to snarl at the thought of anyone else touching this body he was worshiping now. The sensation was unprecedented for him, and intense. Everything about being with Jase was intense. Scary. But he wouldn’t stop now.

  He spit again and used his fingers. He stroked his own cock while he used the gathered saliva to ease into Jase’s tight hole and push down. When Jase arched his back Ase knew he’d found what he’d been looking for. He started fingering the gland inside, using his thumb to rub it outside, pressing firmly and repeatedly on Jase’s taint. Jase became wild, thrashing his head and bucking his hips.

  Ase took pity on him and took his hand from his own cock to reach between Jase’s legs and start stroking his rigid cock, which was so hard it had no give as it pointed toward Jase’s belly button.

  “God, such a good bottom. So needy, Jase,” Ase said, as he bent to lick around his finger. The sob that came from Jase was enough to make Ase’s cock jump.

  “Fuck. Do you have condoms, Jase?”

  “B-bathroom.” Ase had to take a moment to smirk at having reduced the man to a stuttering mess. He eased his finger out and smacked Jase’s meaty flank.

  “Roll on your back.”

  Jase complied, and Ase’s breath hitched at the blissed out daze on Jase’s stunning face. He had to lean in and kiss the man for being Jase.

  “In the top drawer,” Jase said, through heavy inhales and exhales. “Lube’s there too.”

  When Ase went for the supplies, after the lights flickered on, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His face had stubble burn, lips swollen from kissing, and his eyes were wild as hell. He didn’t recognize himself. But he fucking liked it.

  He looked… happy.

  He smirked at himself and flexed in the mirror, then laughed at how silly he was being. He hadn’t felt silly or light in a long time. His cock won out over the mirror, though, and he snatched open the drawer he’d been directed to. A box of condoms, open but not many missing—he’d think about that later—and lube greeted him. He grabbed a condom and stuck the lube bottle under his arm as he walked, rolling the condom over his cock. It was a bit snug on his cock’s girth, but not painful.

  When he got back to the living room, Jase was lying where he’d been left, eyes closed, hands gripping the cushions beside him, heavy cock still straining and pink with need. His legs were up, feet in the air, displaying his round bum, hole ready to be taken.

  Ase dropped to his knees there between Jase’s spread legs, thankful for the carpeted floor. The dim light from the kitchen lit half of Jase’s body, and Ase didn’t know how he could possibly touch every inch at once, but he still needed.

  Snapping the reservoir on the condom, he made sure all was ready, breathing a second so he wouldn’t blow before he got more than the head in. He stroked Jase’s cock. Jase’s closed eyes popped open and found Ase. He reached out but Ase shook his head. “No. We’re going to play a game. No control for you.”

  Jase’s nostrils flared.

  “Put your hands behind your knees, pull them back, and show me your hole. Leave them there.” For the next part, he used that same tone he’d used to get Jase to calm himself earlier. “No. Touching.” He gave Jase a dirty grin, knowing how well Jase always responded to Ase getting bossy in the sack.

  Jase’s nostrils flared again, cock bouncing on his stomach. Oh yeah, there it was. Ase dumped a puddle of lube in his hand and stroked it over his cock, then did the same and rubbed it over Jase’s exposed hole. He plunged a finger in, rolling it around, pulled it out and scooped up some of the excess lube, doing the same with two fingers. He crooked them, and Jase’s back arched from the leather sofa.

  “Please, please, please.”

  Ase chuckled, the sound coming from some wild place inside his chest. He felt so much, an overwhelming and primal need to be with Jase just like this. His body quaked as he pulled his fingers from inside Jase and rubbed the tip of his cock on Jase’s opening.

  “Don’t move your hands,” he said, looking Jase in the eye. Jase gave a nod. “Eyes open.” Another nod.

  “Please,” Jase said.

  And with that, Ase did what he’d wanted to for so damn long. He lined his cock up and slowly began to sink into Jase’s body. Then his cockhead slipped past the first muscles and was gripped by hot, spasming smoothness. They both let out a loud breath, like they’d been waiting to exhale since the last time they did this. Ase came up on his feet a bit, bracketing Jase’s torso, under Jase’s arms, with his hands digging into the sofa cushions.

  “Stay with me
,” Jase said. Their eyes stayed semi-focused on one another, locked in an all-encompassing stare as Ase moved his hips and slowly sank inch by hot inch into the tight vise of Jase’s body. He saw Jase’s lids flicker with the need to close. He didn’t know why he was doing this. He rarely fucked someone from the front, and never with this drive to make them watch as he took them.

  Jase’s mouth hung open, chin moving up and down a few times, until Ase was fully seated. When his balls touched Jase’s ass, he hunched in and rolled his hips, earning a “Ho, oh, shit” of pleasure from Jase.

  “That’s right, make room for me,” Jase said, rolling his hips, stretching Ase’s hole. It was like staring into one another’s eyes was involuntary at this point, until it was just too fucking much. Ase moved his knees up a little so the bit of Jase’s ass that’d been hanging off the couch was partly in his lap. Being taller than Jase, longer in the torso, Ase was able to drape himself on top of Jase, chest to chest, Ase’s chin resting just below Jase’s temple.

  “Fuck me, Ase,” Jase said thickly, beside Ase’s ear.

  Ase hunched inward, wishing he could fit more of himself inside Jase, their bodies touching from lap to stomach to chest to cheeks. Then he used his hips to pull back a couple inches, then slowly pushed back in and kept up until he was fucking Jase in earnest. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jase chanted quietly in Ase’s ear.

  Ase couldn’t manage more than heavy huffs of breath as he slung his hips, pistoning his cock deep into Jase’s hole. His balls and lap started making slapping sounds as they banged against Jase’s ass.

  Ase pulled up just enough to touch his nose to Jase’s, licking into Jase’s open mouth, staring into those unfathomable green eyes. This. This is why they said you could become one with someone. They folded into one another so well.