“You think I’m going to miss the lubing part? Think again.”

  Digging his fingertips into the seared flesh, Nick licked across the opening once, twice, a third time before sinking his tongue deep inside the passage.

  Jay kept his hand tight around his own shaft, but his other hand curled into the bedspread. It wasn’t Nick’s cock, but it was almost as good. Especially when Nick moved his tongue in and out of Jay’s hole. Jay thought he could probably come from this. It wasn’t just Nick’s probing, hot tongue that sent the room spiraling around him. It was also the truly heady realization that Nick really wanted this, really wanted him. That Nick probably had entire reservoirs of untapped desire.

  How long Nick kept at it, Jay didn’t know. Time blurred into nothingness. It lost meaning as Nick let his teeth scrape across the tender skin whenever he got deep enough, and when he’d pull out to suck his balls past his lips for sharp seconds, Jay fought not to beg more, more.

  He cried out in dismay when Nick pulled away, but the murmured, “If I don’t fuck you now, my cock’s going to explode,” was enough to allay his fears. Nick jumped off the bed to rustle around in the items he’d brought up to the loft, and the sound of foil ripping filled the air.

  “Still ready?” he asked as he knelt between Jay’s legs again.

  Jay couldn’t resist looking over his shoulder to watch as Nick rolled the condom down his length. He took the time to lick his hand and rub it over his tip, smearing the condom’s lubricant. Jay’s mouth was dry, his throat tight with anticipation, but he managed to say, “Yes. Very.”

  Grasping his cock at the root, Nick ran the head between the cheeks. Jay groaned when he skimmed right over the hole, then yelped a little when Nick pushed between his thighs to drag along the length of his shaft. It made him shudder, especially when Nick deliberately pushed his knuckles into Jay’s aching balls.

  “When was the last time you were fucked?” Nick asked the question as he shifted back again, finally resting the blunt tip against his opening. It took his silence for Jay to realize he was waiting for an answer, and he clutched the blanket a little tighter to keep from impaling himself on Nick’s length.

  “I’m not…I’m not entirely sure. It’s been about a year since my last serious relationship, so probably at least that long.”

  “Well, it’s been that long since I’ve had the chance to fuck somebody.” He pressed forward, slowly, surely, as carefully as he’d used the paddle. When he spoke again, his voice was already going breathy. “So this is going to be great for both of us then.”

  Jay wanted to say that it was already great, but the words stalled in his throat. The pressure of Nick’s cock pushing into his passage stole his breath. Now he wondered if it had been longer than a year. It almost felt like he still wasn’t prepared for Nick’s cock, but he still pushed back, still moved until he felt Nick’s balls brush against his.

  Nick’s fingers trembled where they dug into Jay’s hips. He didn’t otherwise move, except to gulp for air, and Jay knew he wasn’t alone in believing how good this was. He squeezed around the length, hoping to prompt Nick to start sliding out, but what followed was even better than he imagined.

  Nick fell forward, molding over Jay’s back in order to reach beneath and grab the silver chain. He gave a single hard tug to the clamps and sank his teeth in Jay’s shoulder, only then beginning a rough rhythm to drive in and out of his passage.

  Jay wasn’t surprised by the hurried, pounding rhythm. Nick clearly had the energy to spare, and maybe he had some other, stronger emotions fueling his body. Jay didn’t mind. He hoped Nick could work out some of his frustration and hurt. He wanted Nick to feel better, to collapse on top of him in satisfied exhaustion instead of a haze of alcohol.

  Before long, Jay forgot about Nick’s possible motives. He forgot about everything that wasn’t Nick’s cock, and Nick’s mouth, and the harsh tug of Nick’s hand, sending slices of pleasure down his spine and through his body.

  Sweat greased the friction between his back and Nick’s taut stomach, coating Nick’s thighs as well so that it added a slight sting to each slap of their bodies. When he slipped once, Nick readjusted the position of his knees, and the new angle drove his long cock right along Jay’s prostate.

  “Yes…like that…fuck…like that…”

  Nick must have listened to his gasped pleas, because he slammed into the same spot again and again, with enough force to make stars erupt behind Jay’s eyes. Each bright flash of color brought him closer to his peak, and his wrist moved faster and faster.

  Raking his teeth over Jay’s nape, Nick wound the chain around his hand, pulling more roughly on the clamps. “Going to…fuck…” he panted. Driving hard into Jay’s ass, his entire body went rigid, arms stiffening, jaw clamping into tense sinew. A shout ripped from his throat, reverberating through Jay, as Nick’s cock jerked inside him, blasting again and again, his orgasm locking his muscles.

  Jay’s eyes screwed shut as Nick gave one more tug on the clamps. He shouted Nick’s name, his body trembling as he came for the second time in the hour. He shot on his hand and against his stomach, the muscles in his thighs quivering. He felt slick with sweat, and distantly, he heard the steady drumming of the rain against the roof and windows.

  The bite at his nape turned into a kiss, firm lips mouthing the marks until shivers went down his spine. Nick let go of the chain to start caressing his chest, soothing over the sore nipples with gentle fingertips.

  “I don’t think I can move,” he confessed softly.

  Jay chuckled quietly. “I don’t think I can support both of us.”

  “So much for being a big, strong guy.”

  But Nick’s teasing came with a careful disengaging, a peeling of skin from skin that left Jay feeling uncomfortably cold. Nick rolled onto his back, pulling the condom off his cock with a wince, and he tied off the end and dropped it onto the blanket next to the bed.

  Jay settled on his side, facing Nick, and carefully removed the clamps from his nipples. “I am a big, strong guy. But not after somebody fucks my brains out.”

  Nick turned his head to gaze at him. His eyes were soft and dark, his skin dewy from their exertions. There was even a small smile curving his wide mouth. It was the most relaxed Jay had ever seen him, and he decided then and there that he liked it.

  “It was pretty good, wasn’t it?”

  “I’d say it was at least pretty good.” Jay moved closer and draped his arm over Nick’s stomach. “You should get some rest so we can do that again.”

  With the smallest of stretches, Nick tilted his head and brushed a kiss across Jay’s mouth. “Just remember it’s my turn for the paddle.”

  Jay cupped the back of his head. “I won’t forget,” he promised, before letting his lips linger on Nick’s in a slow, sleepy caress.

  Chapter 4

  Without the rain beating against the roof and windows, the cabin was quiet. Too quiet. Nick found himself making more noise than necessary, just to drive away the reminder of his solitude, banging cupboards as he put away the breakfast dishes, letting silverware drop from a few extra inches just to get that satisfying clink.

  It would have been easier to bear if he wasn’t alone, but when dawn had come and the silence testified to the rain’s cessation, Jay had been dressed and out of the door so fast Nick couldn’t help but wonder if he’d been looking for an excuse all along. He didn’t entertain the notion for long, not once full memory of everything they had done and said to each other in the last twenty-four hours had come roaring back, but it had stung long enough for his good-bye to be more curt than he would have liked.

  It’s his job. The mountain is his responsibility. He’s just going out to check on the roads and check in with his boss. It’s got nothing to do with you.

  Nick repeated it to himself in between recollections of how enjoyable the night had been. Well, enjoyable wasn’t the best word to describe it. Amazing. Incredible. Mind-blowing was probably the closest to get to the truth. Jay was one of the most responsive lovers he had ever had, considerate to his needs, demanding when Nick needed and yielding when he didn’t. After fucking Jay, they’d napped for a couple hours, waking only when Jay began to play with Nick’s ass. Rather than ask to fuck him, however, Jay rolled Nick off where he’d snuggled up on top of him, sitting back and sweeping a hungry gaze over his body.

  “I want to watch you jack off with the clamps on,” he’d said.

  Nick had been more than happy to comply. Especially when Jay started stroking off, too. His low voice coaxed Nick along, adding to his excitement even more than the sharp tugs of the chains. When Nick had come, Jay pulled hard on his prick, angling so that he shot all over Nick’s stomach. Then he’d proceeded to lick Nick clean.

  There was no bad there. And they’d fallen asleep again in each other’s arms. Nick couldn’t ask for anything more, even if a small, irrational part of him really wanted to.

  He began gathering his belongings, packing things away in anticipation of leaving. If Jay didn’t return by mid-afternoon, he’d head out and try the road. It would likely be clear enough to start back for the city then. He needed to be ready to go when the time came.

  It was almost lunch before a light knock pulled Nick from his packing. At first, Nick didn’t think it could be Jay. Why would he feel like he had to knock on the door after everything they did together? But Nick opened up to a smiling Jay, and he noticed that in the fresh sunshine, Jay’s hair was a lighter shade.

  “Please tell me you’ve still got some food around here for lunch.”

  Nick stood out of his way, giving him room to enter. “There’s plenty of food. Does this mean the road is still blocked?”

  “The road is an absolute mess. I didn’t make it all the way down the mountain. We’re going to have to get a crew up here to clear all the branches and garbage.” Jay paused and looked around the room. “I could probably get you down to the station, though.”

  He didn’t want to go to the station, but the thought of spending time alone in the cabin was even less appealing. If Jay would stay…

  But Jay had work to do. He wasn’t going to want to hang around just to keep Nick company.

  “That depends.” Going into the kitchen, Nick started pulling things out of the fridge for lunch. “How long before it’s going to be passable? If you think it’ll be done by nightfall, I’ll just head on back then. Or early morning.”

  “I don’t know,” Jay said, following him into the kitchen. “Could be. I just don’t want you to be trapped up here if you’ve got to get back to work or something.”

  “I do, but you’re going to have a lot more important work than worrying about me.” He busied himself with making sandwiches. It was a little frightening how aware he was already of what Jay was going to want on his. “If it looks like I can’t get out on my own, would you be able to get a message to my station? Though if they hear about it, they’ll probably turn it into a story.”

  “It’s my understanding that there are already some news trucks down there, and I think I heard a chopper. So it shouldn’t be hard to get a message out if you want me to.” Jay leaned against the sink. “I don’t have more important work than making sure you’re safe.”

  Nick snuck a glance at him. “You don’t have to help clear everything?”

  “Sure, I have to help. But I’m not going to leave you stranded up here all on your own.”

  Jay was going to be stubborn about this. If he’d learned anything about the ranger, it was that he was a Get It Done man, through and through. Now that Nick had conceded he needed to get back to his own job, Jay would never let it go.

  “Well, if it’s not going to be a problem, I can finish up my packing while you eat. We can lock up here after lunch then.”

  “Or you could eat lunch with me and finish packing later.” Jay crossed the room to stand behind Nick. He put his hands flat on the counter, trapping Nick against his larger frame. “They’re not going to expect to see me for a while.”

  Warmth washed through him, the memories even hotter. Nick ducked his head to hide his pleased smile and said, “I think that’s doable. I have zero problem monopolizing your time.”

  “I hoped that would be your answer. Especially since the damned weather has thwarted my plans.”

  “You had plans? When were you going to tell me about them?”

  “Right after I cuffed you to the bed.”

  The top of the mayonnaise jar skittered out of Nick’s hand at the husky suggestion in Jay’s voice. Unable to focus on the sandwiches, he turned in the tight circle of Jay’s arms and leaned back against the counter in order to look up at him. It brought their bodies closer together, the distinct line of Jay’s erection nudging against Nick’s stomach.

  “Now how am I supposed to concentrate on getting lunch ready when you talk to me like that?” he teased. “Especially since if you had the plans, that means all I’m going to get is you talking about them.”

  Jay reached between them to palm Nick’s cock and smiled. “It seems like me talking about them is enough. I can’t stay all afternoon, and I’m sorry about that. But I was thinking about it this morning…would it be impossible for you to come up here for another weekend?”

  It was on the tip of his tongue to ask, “Really?” Because Nick wasn’t stupid. He knew one-night stands weren’t a big deal, even when the chemistry was off the charts like his and Jay’s. He didn’t expect anything more, but Jay’s asking—his confession that he’d been thinking about it all morning—meant there was a chance it could be.

  “Impossible? No.” He scratched lightly over Jay’s chest. The other man hitched a breath when he went over the nipple. “But I won’t do it unless it’s your weekend off. I’m not interested in sharing you with your job if I don’t have to.”

  “I get one full weekend off a month. Say the word, and the time is yours. I haven’t met anybody like you in a long time.”

  He smiled. “And I think that’s the best offer I’ve had in a long time. I have one request, though.” At Jay’s cocked brow, Nick slid his hand down to tightly cup Jay’s balls through his pants. “Our word is please.”

  Jay skimmed his mouth over Nick’s jaw and neck. He shifted his weight forward, pushing Nick harder into the counter, and Nick responded by tightening the hold he had on Jay’s balls. “In that case…” His breath was soft, and Nick could feel the words as Jay’s beard brushed against his skin. “Can I please take you to the loft and fuck you?”

  Moaning, Nick coiled his free arm around Jay’s neck as he turned to lick a path to his ear. “I was actually thinking of it in terms of begging, but this more than works for me.” He bit at the soft lobe. “I’m all yours.”

  “I lied. I don’t think I can make it up to the loft.” Jay fingered Nick’s zipper, his knuckles brushing against Nick’s growing erection. “I would have to stop touching you to get all the way up there and…” His teeth came down on Nick’s neck gently, and he soothed over the bite with his warm tongue. “I don’t want to do that.”

  Shivers wracked Nick’s body. The thought of Jay’s strong hands beneath his ass, picking him up to sit on the edge of the counter, winding his legs around Jay’s hips as Jay shuttled in and out of his ass…it drove Nick to thread his fingers through Jay’s hair and yank his head back, slamming their mouths together in a ravenous kiss.

  He sighed at the first contact of their tongues. Jay’s kisses were by far the best he’d ever had.

  Despite Jay’s declaration that he couldn’t even make it up the ladder, he kissed Nick slowly, his tongue exploring Nick’s mouth like he had all the time in the world. He moved his hands to Nick’s ass, his strong fingers curling into the flesh, pulling Nick closer. Nick felt like he couldn’t be satisfied. The more Jay kissed him, the more he wanted, until he ached.

  It was hard to think that he was going to have to limit contact with this man to three days a month. Sex had never been this electric before. Jay was the first partner he’d had to allow Nick free rein to attack as fiercely as he wanted, and the fact that he’d followed up by giving as good as he got just made Jay all that much more desirable.

  Nick let go of Jay’s balls to start working on the shirt buttons that kept their bodies separated. Jay peeled apart enough for him to have room, but he brought his hands up to cup Nick’s face, holding him still as they continued to kiss. More than once, Nick’s fingers paused. The bliss from the thorough caresses erased all thoughts of anything else, and only when the need to feel Jay grew too strong again did Nick resume his task.

  As soon as the shirt was gone, Jay moved his hands to Nick’s hips. He lifted Nick from the floor to the counter easily. When Nick settled on the hard edge, Jay pulled down his zipper and pulled the button free. His rough fingers pushed past Nick’s boxers and wrapped around his shaft. He never moved his mouth from Nick’s as he worked, his tongue and lips still searching and hungry.

  Nick cried out at the first hard tug, but Jay swallowed the sound, delving deeper as his other hand slipped into the back of Nick’s waistband. His finger stroked the crease of his ass, letting his nail scratch along the skin. The tease of what was to come, what it would feel like to be split open by Jay’s thick cock, drove Nick’s hands back to Jay’s chest, entwining in the hair to pull as hard as Jay stroked his cock.

  Jay lifted his head. “Take off your shirt,” he rasped.

  Nick nodded and pulled the material over his head. As soon as he exposed his skin, Jay bent to kiss him. His whiskers felt rough now against his tender throat, and neck, and shoulder. Jay kissed and nibbled a path down Nick’s chest, detouring long enough to close his mouth around Nick’s flat nipple. He tightened his grip on Nick’s shaft as his teeth came down, tugging and biting at the same time.

  Nick’s shout choked in his throat when Jay slid the hand on his ass farther down. It felt like every muscle he had trembled, like the leaves outside caught in the showers that had trapped them in the cabin in the first place. He squeezed his eyes shut. The room still managed to tilt around him.

 

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