Page 28 of No Kind Words

I shake my head and sink a little lower. Oh my fucking god. So that’s the purpose of the piercing. I let out a guttural, animalistic grunt as my prostate reaps the benefit. Jethro chuckles and flexes his cock inside me. “I told you that you’d love it.”

When I reach the base and my bum hits his groin, all conversation ceases. With our eyes locked on each other, I move, rocking forward and back. No words are needed as we increase the pace. With his hands on my hips, he thrusts up while I push down. It’s hard, intense, and so utterly perfect that my climax builds and builds, tingling through me from my toes up to my head. It’s going to be unstoppable. I tense, clamping hard onto him as my balls draw up into my body. He halts, holding me still as I throw my head back and scream with pleasure.

Before I can come down from a cloud so much higher than the ninth, I’m flipped over and on my back. Jethro leans over me, and with a devilish grin, he whispers, “My turn.”

I expect him to pick up the frantic pace we’ve just come down from, but he moves slowly. “Watching you come like that was so fucking hot,” he says quietly, his words a warm breath over my lips. Gradually he picks up speed, thrusting deeply, until my name is a chant on his lips and his cock pulses relentlessly inside me. He collapses onto me, his face tucked into my neck as he gets his breathing back on an even keel.

I lazily trail my fingers up and down his spine, ghosting over the nodes. Goosebumps bloom over the heated and sweat-slicked skin. I manage to turn my head enough to kiss his temple. “Are you human again yet?”

He smiles in my neck. “Just about.”

Slowly he pulls away from me, and his dick slips free from my body. After tying off the condom, Jethro drops it into a small bin by the side of the bed and lies back down next to me. “So much better than a night at the pub.” He laughs and leans in to kiss me.

“That was incredible.” I cup his face. “It was just so much.” I sigh. “So much more. I didn’t think it would be so good, so right. Better than anyone else, even better than when we were last together.”

“I’d like to think I’m not the shy, inexperienced boy I was then.” A strange look crosses his face. Guilt? Why should he feel guilty?

“Jethro, babe, neither of us have been monks. There’s no need to regret anything.” But he does. The thought we cheated is a silly one, but I get it.

“I can’t believe that all the things we could’ve done for us to be together, the years we’ve been apart, and the relationship we should’ve had been because we were both fucking idiots. One phone call and this would never have happened. I feel fucking stupid and angry—because I still love you, Benny.” There’s a hitch in his voice, emotion pouring from him. I pull him into my arms. He presses his face into my chest, hiding his wet cheeks.

I kiss the top of his head. “All we can do is move on. It’s a brand new start for us. I can’t wait to learn all the new things about you.”

He lifts his head, looking much more relaxed. “Starting with discovering my favourite food. I’ve worked up an appetite.”

“I imagine it’s going to be neeps and tatties or maybe haggis or Scotch pies.” I grin as he grimaces in mock indignation.

“You can do better than that, and I’ve stocked my fridge so you can let your imagination go wild.” He kisses my cheek and all but jumps out of bed. He pulls his jeans back on sans underwear and leaves the top button undone. My dick twitches. His feet are bare, and the T-shirt stretches tight over his chest. He is perfect. Perfect for me.

I follow his lead and get, at least partially, dressed. Jethro is already in the kitchen, his head in the fridge as he rummages around to find the ingredients he wants for his dinner.

“So, what have we got to work with?” I look over his shoulder as he drops some steak and salad on the counter. “Excellent. Let’s get to work.”

We quickly put together the simple meal that, because Ben cooked, is so much better, but it’s the easy domesticity of the whole procedure that feels so right to me. It’s not until we’re cosied up on the sofa, each with a glass of wine, that Jethro lets out a heavy sigh.

“What’s up?”

“Did I fuck up when I said I love you? Maybe it’s too soon, but I wanted you to know how I felt.”

Why would that be a problem? “Why would you think that? I love that you told me.”

“Because you never said it back.”

Shit, he’s right. I didn’t tell him. “Jethro, Jet, whatever you want me to call you, I’ve never stopped loving you. You’ve been a flame in my heart for over sixteen years. I love you with every beat of my heart and every breath I take.”

“Then show me.”

“When am I going to see you in my gym?” Brodie asks me as we stretch out before starting his run training. It was Drew’s idea for me to join the running group. I can bring Isla too, which gives her a long run after a day of being in the surgery. This is only my second time, but I enjoy it.

I knew this question was coming, but it still takes me by surprise, so my planned, practised, and prepared answer flies right out of my brain. “Um, that would be never.”

He reels back as if I’ve slapped him. What did I say? Shit, my words came out pretty hard. No wonder he looks offended. “Shit, Brodie, I didn’t mean to say it quite that way. It’s nothing to do with you, but I vowed to never set foot on the property ever again. It’s not a good place for me. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, okay. I’m sorry. I promise you it doesn’t look anything like the farmhouse it was. Come around anytime, and I’ll give you a tour.”

I nod politely, but it’s not going to happen. After a few minutes, the last runners turn up, including the man I only have eyes for. The month since we finally made it into bed has been the happiest I’ve ever had. It seemed we were the reason for a sweepstake among our friends. I’m not sure who won. And I don’t want to know.

“Hey there, handsome.” Ben slides his hand around my waist and plants a kiss on my all-too-willing lips.

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