Dalton, Tymber - Stoneface (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Tymber Dalton Page B

emotional pain, as he ever could. “Then fuck me, dammit. I need you!”
    Jack chuckled and finally started moving again, much to Tim’s relief. “Oh, hell yeah,” Tim nearly sobbed, relieved. He felt his balls tighten as his climax built deep inside him.
    “You going to come hard for me, baby?” Jack asked.
    “Yeah, you know it.”
    “Then do it.” He slammed his hips into Tim, building his thrusts into a nearly brutal force and tempo until Tim’s cock exploded. His cum smeared between them as Jack slid back and forth along his body.
    “Yes!”
    Jack rose up on his arms, releasing Tim’s wrists as he pounded into Tim until he cried out with his own release. Then he held still for a moment, head bowed, until he finally caught his breath and pulled out.
    Tim immediately sat up and pushed Jack over onto his back. He grabbed a washcloth from their bathroom and wiped the cum off them, then cleaned Jack’s cock before tossing the cloth back into the bathroom.
    Satisfied, he slid into bed with Jack and snuggled against his side. “That was fantastic.”
    He didn’t miss the pleased smile that flitted across Jack’s face. “You’re just saying that.”
    “Babe, you know you’re the only guy I want.” He planted a kiss on Jack’s lips before settling in again. “Forever and ever. I love you.”
    Jack cuddled him closer. “I love you too, Tim.”
    Tim closed his eyes and felt sleep overtake him.

    * * * *

    Jack stared at Tim’s peaceful, sleeping face and thought about their earlier conversation. Yeah, he’d had girlfriends before. Not many. Only four total, Mel being the last. He didn’t want to talk about Melodie. It hurt badly enough thinking about her.
    He’d never told Tim anything about Mel other than how she…died.
    How she was murdered was more like it, even though it was, technically, an accident.
    Thinking about her always brought a wave of grief, followed by anger. Because when she died, he didn’t just lose his girlfriend. It meant Jack had to cope with losing his other love—his boyfriend—to jail, leaving him totally alone.
    To this day he never understood why Mel let Pete drive drunk. Why didn’t she take the keys from him? She was a strong-headed woman and had never tolerated that before. He couldn’t imagine what would have led her to letting Pete drive. If nothing else, she never would have gotten into the car with him.
    He hadn’t spoken to Pete since that night. He’d first been grief stricken she’d died, worried because Pete was hurt, too. Then to find out Pete was drunk when they crashed…
    Jack burned, unopened, every letter Pete had sent from jail. Nothing Pete said to him could make Jack forgive him for killing Mel and leaving him totally alone. Had it been an honest accident, it would have been different.
    In Jack’s eyes, Pete murdered her.
    No one had known the three of them were anything but roommates, and that she was Jack’s girlfriend. They’d lived and loved together. Talked about moving to California, where Melodie had grown up, to live openly together as a threesome. Made plans to move the next spring.
    Maybe even start a family together, the three of them.
    He’d loved both of them so much, more than he ever thought it possible to love someone.
    Then they were gone.
    Jack preferred to totally cut ties, to treat Pete’s incarceration as a second death. To grieve and move on. It was also why he decided to switch majors in college from English and go into law enforcement, to help take drunks off the street so others didn’t have to die.
    It was the only way to keep the anger from eating him alive, even though he missed like hell having not just one, but two people to love and laugh with.
    Stoneface. He didn’t want to tell Tim anything more about what happened than he’d told anyone else, that his best friend killed his girlfriend in a drunk driving accident. Maybe one day he could admit it to him, but it still hurt too much.

Chapter Six

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