in the narrow window
near the top of the ceiling. Not that Lane had expected those few condoms still
to be there a little over a month later, but time hadn’t been kind to them in
recent weeks.
But right now, time was all they had.
“Put the condom on me,” Lane instructed as he reached
for one and then handed the foil packet to Grant.
Grant’s mouth opened slightly but then closed, a smile
forming where the confused expression had been moments before.
Yeah, Lane knew that Grant liked to be dominated from time
to time. Actually, more often than not, although he was quick to give his own
demands, as well. Lane didn’t give a fuck either way, but he damn sure enjoyed
that disoriented expression on Grant’s incredibly handsome face. And from the
moment he’d stepped through Grant’s front door, Lane had known that leaving
anything up to Grant tonight would’ve gotten him nowhere fast. At least this
way, Grant didn’t have time to think about anything other than the two of them
and the sweet impending release they would both find soon.
Lane knew that Grant purposely tortured him as he
sheathed him with a condom, stroking him relentlessly, causing Lane to pant for
breath, desperate to bury himself in the scorching recesses of Grant’s
incredible body. But he was holding off because he knew the moment he slid
home, he’d be a goner.
“Don’t forget the lube,” Lane breathed roughly. He was
having a hard time focusing with Grant jerking him off slowly … ever so fucking
slowly.
And just as he had with the condom, Grant teased him
beyond reason as he coated Lane’s cock with lube, preparing him to take him.
When Lane couldn’t endure any more, he gripped Grant’s thick wrist firmly,
stilling his movements.
“Come here,” Lane demanded, pulling Grant flush
against him, their chests colliding as the water washed over them. Steam
billowed around them, and Lane wasn’t so sure it was solely from the water or
if the mere touch of their bodies caused the influx of heat to intensify.
Finding Grant’s mouth once more, Lane explored,
keeping it leisurely as long as he could, desperate to rein in his control so
that this didn’t end before he was ready. While his tongue slipped into Grant’s
mouth, he glided his hands over Grant’s smooth, warm skin, content just to
touch him, hold him.
God, he loved this man.
Not that he dared mention that again because he knew
Grant was still holding himself back, for whatever reason.
Not Lane. Lane knew that life was too short to hold
out for something that he recognized was unavoidable. He would do anything for
Grant and Gracie. Anything. Including giving his life for them. That’s how he
knew it was love.
So instead of saying so, he ensured that Grant felt
the meaning behind the unspoken words in every movement, every touch, every
kiss. He longed to pleasure this man until neither of them knew which way was
up. Or what day of the week it was, for that matter.
“Oh, God, Grant,” Lane said against his mouth. “I need
to be inside you.”
“Yes,” Grant agreed with a groan. “God, yes.”
Drawing back, Lane ran his hands over Grant’s body
again, down his sleek, muscled pecs, over the dips and valleys of his washboard
abs, then between his legs, stroking him gently with one hand while he placed
the other on Grant’s hip, urging him to turn around.
Lane didn’t release Grant’s cock as he pressed his
chest against Grant’s back, kissing his neck, sucking on his skin. He wanted to
mark this man, to let the world know exactly who he belonged to. But he didn’t
dare. That would only invite trouble, and as it was, they had enough of that
with all of the watchful eyes around the ranch.
But right here, right now, in the small confines of
Grant’s shower, they were the only two people in the world. The only two people
who mattered, and Lane was going to make love to this man.
He continued to stroke Grant’s steel-hard length while
he inserted two fingers
near the top of the ceiling. Not that Lane had expected those few condoms still
to be there a little over a month later, but time hadn’t been kind to them in
recent weeks.
But right now, time was all they had.
“Put the condom on me,” Lane instructed as he reached
for one and then handed the foil packet to Grant.
Grant’s mouth opened slightly but then closed, a smile
forming where the confused expression had been moments before.
Yeah, Lane knew that Grant liked to be dominated from time
to time. Actually, more often than not, although he was quick to give his own
demands, as well. Lane didn’t give a fuck either way, but he damn sure enjoyed
that disoriented expression on Grant’s incredibly handsome face. And from the
moment he’d stepped through Grant’s front door, Lane had known that leaving
anything up to Grant tonight would’ve gotten him nowhere fast. At least this
way, Grant didn’t have time to think about anything other than the two of them
and the sweet impending release they would both find soon.
Lane knew that Grant purposely tortured him as he
sheathed him with a condom, stroking him relentlessly, causing Lane to pant for
breath, desperate to bury himself in the scorching recesses of Grant’s
incredible body. But he was holding off because he knew the moment he slid
home, he’d be a goner.
“Don’t forget the lube,” Lane breathed roughly. He was
having a hard time focusing with Grant jerking him off slowly … ever so fucking
slowly.
And just as he had with the condom, Grant teased him
beyond reason as he coated Lane’s cock with lube, preparing him to take him.
When Lane couldn’t endure any more, he gripped Grant’s thick wrist firmly,
stilling his movements.
“Come here,” Lane demanded, pulling Grant flush
against him, their chests colliding as the water washed over them. Steam
billowed around them, and Lane wasn’t so sure it was solely from the water or
if the mere touch of their bodies caused the influx of heat to intensify.
Finding Grant’s mouth once more, Lane explored,
keeping it leisurely as long as he could, desperate to rein in his control so
that this didn’t end before he was ready. While his tongue slipped into Grant’s
mouth, he glided his hands over Grant’s smooth, warm skin, content just to
touch him, hold him.
God, he loved this man.
Not that he dared mention that again because he knew
Grant was still holding himself back, for whatever reason.
Not Lane. Lane knew that life was too short to hold
out for something that he recognized was unavoidable. He would do anything for
Grant and Gracie. Anything. Including giving his life for them. That’s how he
knew it was love.
So instead of saying so, he ensured that Grant felt
the meaning behind the unspoken words in every movement, every touch, every
kiss. He longed to pleasure this man until neither of them knew which way was
up. Or what day of the week it was, for that matter.
“Oh, God, Grant,” Lane said against his mouth. “I need
to be inside you.”
“Yes,” Grant agreed with a groan. “God, yes.”
Drawing back, Lane ran his hands over Grant’s body
again, down his sleek, muscled pecs, over the dips and valleys of his washboard
abs, then between his legs, stroking him gently with one hand while he placed
the other on Grant’s hip, urging him to turn around.
Lane didn’t release Grant’s cock as he pressed his
chest against Grant’s back, kissing his neck, sucking on his skin. He wanted to
mark this man, to let the world know exactly who he belonged to. But he didn’t
dare. That would only invite trouble, and as it was, they had enough of that
with all of the watchful eyes around the ranch.
But right here, right now, in the small confines of
Grant’s shower, they were the only two people in the world. The only two people
who mattered, and Lane was going to make love to this man.
He continued to stroke Grant’s steel-hard length while
he inserted two fingers
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