Enslaved by a Rebel [Sold! 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Anitra Lynn McLeod Page A

Because Jarrett thought it was one of those romantic events that he wanted to remember forever.
    “Just close your eyes and there it is.”
    Jarrett laughed and then turned to look at Ranic. The reflected light had turned him a stunning shade of golden purple.
    “Why do you do that?”
    “What?”
    “Each time you stroke your hand over my shoulder you look at your fingers.”
    “Oh, that.” Jarrett shook his head, laughing at his own folly. “Each time I touch you I think I’ll get sparkles on my hand. Isn’t that silly?”
    “No.” Ranic straddled his body and settled lightly against his crossed legs. “If you are very nice to me, I can give you a handful of sparkles.”
    It didn’t take Jarrett long to figure out what he meant. “I think I’d like sparkles all over my belly.”
    “I can do that, too.” Ranic moved closer until his cock was rubbing gently against Jarrett’s stomach.
    Just as he had in the water, Jarrett teased his fingers along his back and then down into the crevice of his ass. He did this very slowly so as not to make Ranic think he was just going to pounce. Besides, teasing him was almost like playing a musical instrument. A touch here, a kiss there, a gentle nibble—each move caused Ranic to utter a different noise. All of it was the music of sex, and each note lifted Jarrett higher. As much as he wanted to bury himself in Ranic, he also wanted to delay the moment. Anticipation was the most powerful aphrodisiac in the universe no matter the species.
    “Please. Now. I do not wish to delay anymore.” Ranic squirmed desperately against Jarrett and then reached under, grasped Jarrett’s cock, and angled it toward his body.
    “Whoa. No.” Jarrett lifted him off his lap and almost laughed at the furious look on Ranic’s face. “Don’t get angry with me. If I would have tried to enter you just then, you’d be howling in pain.”
    Ranic frowned and then cast a dubious eye at Jarrett’s prick. “It’s not that big.”
    “Ooh, what a burn!” Jarrett did laugh this time then fished around in the basket. “It’s not the size, my good sir, but the fact that we didn’t have any lube.”
    “Oh.” Ranic looked down and then back up. If he was wired differently, he probably would be blushing. Hell, maybe he was and Jarrett just couldn’t tell because he was glowing purple and gold. “Are you angry with me?”
    “That you’re desperate to get my cock in you? No way.” Jarrett crawled toward him until he had him pinned on the blanket. “I like that you’re all frantic and horny.”
    “Horny?” Ranic didn’t have eyebrows, but he had mobile ridges of flesh above his eyes, and they drew together when he was perplexed.
    “It’s a slang term for extremely aroused.”
    “Ah. I like passionate better than horny.”
    “Then passionate you shall be.” Jarrett slid between his legs, balancing his weight on his arms. He gently kissed Ranic’s neck.
    “I can put that on for you.” Ranic grabbed for the lube, but Jarrett tucked it out of reach.
    “Don’t be in a hurry.”
    “But I’ve waited a lifetime.”
    “I know.” Jarrett kissed the tip of his nose. “That’s why a few moments more aren’t going to matter.”
    “But—”
    “I want to make this so good for you.”
    “It already is.” Ranic frowned, and then his gaze softened. “What was your first time like?” When Jarrett didn’t answer, Ranic relaxed against the blanket. “It’s okay. I understand if you want to rewrite your history while writing mine.”
    “I like that way of looking at it.” Jarrett smiled and nuzzled Ranic’s upper body.
    “Will you tell me?”
    “My first time? Well, it wasn’t horrible, but it wasn’t like this.” Jarrett looked around again and realized they basically had the place to themselves for miles. “It was just fast. We were drunk, and he wouldn’t even look at me after. And it hurt a lot more than I thought it would. It’s probably why I didn’t like that probe