Page 82 of On Thin Ice

“Harder,” Finn cried, and Jacob realized, almost belatedly, that Finn was close. Finn was balanced right on the edge, and all he needed was a little more to fall.

“I got you,” Jacob said, voice rough. “And do one thing for me, beautiful?”

He thrust harder, longer, lengthening his strokes and making Finn wail.

“What?” Finn gasped.

“Touch yourself. Make yourself come on my cock.”

Finn tensed, and that was all the warning Jacob got before Finn was crying out, slumping to the bed, Jacob following him. The intoxicating pull of Finn’s ass, clenching around him, pulled him in and then detonating the last of his self-control. He thrust once, then twice, and then it was over.

His orgasm shuddered through him, and he collapsed onto Finn, who made only a half-hearted groan of protest.

“You’re not light, you know,” he said, voice muffled.

“Just give me a minute,” Jacob said, chest heaving. “That was—”

“I know,” Finn said, and he sounded even happier than he had before. “You’re okay right? That didn’t . . .”

“I’m fine. My hip is fine,” Jacob said dryly and finally pulled out, rolling over, deciding that Finn’s attitude about mess was preferable to his own worries.

“Okay good.” Finn slung an arm across his chest and slumped down, half on top of him. “Because we’re going to do thatallthe time and I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“I’m thirty-five, not a hundred and five,” Jacob said. “I think I can continue fucking you well enough.”

“Not well enough.Spectacularly,” Finn said, still sounding dazed and wondrous.

“It was pretty spectacular for me, too,” Jacob admitted.

“Good.” Finn paused and Jacob pried his eyes open to look at him. Finn was gazing back up at him, a mischievous look on his face. “’Cause I can’t leave you unsatisfied.”

And God, yes, they had agreed to that, hadn’t they?

Jacob felt a thrill—both intoxicating and terrifying—spill through him.

They were going to do this. They werealreadydoing this.

“Trust me, I’m not. I’m . . .honored and a little baffled and thrilled and scared,” Jacob admitted.

“Baffled?”

“Why you’d want me . . .why you’d pickme,” Jacob said.

Finn’s eyes glowed. “How about this? I wouldn’t want to pick anybody else.”

Chapter 12

“Youlooklike.. .” Ramsey trailed off, shooting Finn a sideways glance as they walked across the quad towards the library.

Finn told himself not to blush.

“Like what?” Finn asked, but he was afraid he knew. Ramsey had a sixth sense about these kinds of things, and he’d probably already guessed what he’d been up to the night before—even though he’d taken a shower at Jacob’s house and borrowed a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt from his closet before he’d dropped him at the college.

When he’d looked in the mirror this morning, he’d told himself that he didn’t look any different.

But maybe he’d just been lying to himself.

“Like you had a really,reallygood night,” Ramsey teased.

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