Page 114 of Waiting for Ru
“Will you?” Jasim propelled him down onto the blanket and pinned Ru beneath him.
Ru reached up, tugged him down and Jasim was lost. Their lips brushed and Jasim was instantly consumed by lust, as if a lightning bolt had electrified his cock. He held Ru’s wrists over his head and kissed him hard, driving his tongue into Ru’s mouth. Ru wrapped his legs around him, hooking his heels over Jasim’s calves, and they ground themselves against each other.
Not so hard!But Jasim wasn’t listening to the voice of reason in his head. Ru had heard part of what sort of a man he was, now he was showing him because Jasim was desperate, and only locking his mouth against Ru’s would satisfy him, plunging his tongue between Ru’s lips in the way he wanted to fuck him.
Awareness of his control sliding brought him to his senses and threw himself off Ru and lay at his side. They were both breathing noisily. His head was swamped with memories of how he’d treated Caleb, what he’d done to Liam, along with thoughts of his family in Saudi and the way they despised him for being gay when it wasn’t his fault. That Ru could want him was a miracle he didn’t deserve.
“Fecking hell. That was hot,” Ru whispered.
Jasim had flung his arm over his eyes and Ru eased it away. When Ru snuggled up against him, Jasim turned his head to look at him.
“You need to stop thinking,” Ru said.
“I killed Liam. I killed the man who took Caleb.”
Ru’s eyes widened but he didn’t move.
“I…persuaded him to hang himself. Persuaded. Huh! Well, I didn’t give him any choice. When he wouldn’t step off the chair, I kicked it out from under him. At that moment…” He let out a shuddering breath. “… I felt nothing but relief. I let Caleb choose whether he wanted to call the police or not. He chose not to. I told him no one would ever know he’d been there. I got rid of all DNA evidence. I laundered Liam’s money into a savings account for Caleb and I gave him a new identity so he could start his life again, with the warning that he should never look for me. Warning—maybe more of a threat.”
Ru wrapped his arms around Jasim and held tight. “How did you know to do all that?”
“I did a degree in Computer Science. I liked investigating the edges of what was possible.”
“So is that how you managed to do what you did for Caleb, and help him and March get their daughter?”
“I’m still pretty good with IT.”
“And you’re not sorry you ended up playing polo instead of running Microsoft?”
Jasim smiled. “No. I should tell you that I wasn’t thinking of protecting Caleb from his past, I was thinking of protecting myself.”
“That doesn’t make you a bad person.”
“I’m a killer.” Jasim whispered the word in Ru’s ear.
“I don’t care,” Ru whispered back. “You saved Caleb, and Liam was a bad man.”
Emotion blocked Jasim’s throat.
“Can we take our clothes off?”
Jasim groaned.
“No cars have gone past,” Ru said.
“You managed to notice that while I was demonstrating how not to kiss and telling you I murdered someone?”
“What? I liked your kiss. And I’ve forgotten what else you said. Please! I don’t want to come in my jeans. We have to get back looking the same as when we left, as well as not arriving together.” Ru was already pulling off his shirt.
“I don’t have—”
“Doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except us coming together. Please.”
Jasim stripped too and pulled Ru down next to him. When he felt the hardness of Ru’s cock pressed against his stomach, knowing Ru could feel his cock alongside, Jasim’s heart fluttered. Their gazes locked for a long moment before they kissed again. Jasim had wanted to be gentle, wanted to go slow but Ru was the one kissing him hard, Ru’s tongue battling for control. Ru kissed him all over his face, his lips on Jasim’s cheeks, his eyelids, the line of his chin, his throat as their hands wandered all over each other’s body.
They were wrapped together along their lengths, legs entangled, hands clutching backs, then arses, fingers in the seams of their backsides, while their lips stayed welded together. Jasim felt as if he’d been caught up in a tornado and couldn’t stop moving, touching, wanting.
“Oh God. I’m going to come,” Ru gasped.
