left.”
Jesse blinked for a moment. “Then that means—”
“The last ride I went on was with you.”
As much as he was saddened that Sam hadn’t had a chance to go riding since he left, knowing that the man’s last ride had been with him filled Jesse with a sense of delight that he knew he shouldn’t be feeling, but he did.
“Then get up, sunshine,” Jesse said as he smacked Sam’s ass under the covers, “and I’ll take you riding.”
“I hate mornings!” Sam shouted as he rolled over and buried his face in the pillow, growling into the fabric.
Jesse moved over to stroke his tongue across the bite mark at the nape of Sam’s neck, grinning when he felt the man shudder beneath him. The mark drew him like nothing else could. It was a symbol of Jesse’s claim on Sam.
He stroked his hand down Sam’s back and scooted it under the edge of his boxers, wiggling his fingers against the top of Sam’s ass before sliding them down to caress the naked flesh below.
“I could make you love mornings, Sam.”
Sam glanced over his shoulder. “Really?”
Jesse groaned. The desire flushing Sam’s face sent a shot of lust right to Jesse’s groin. He couldn’t think of anything he wanted more right at that moment than to than to fuck his mate into the mattress. Not even air. But he had to be sure that Sam knew what he was doing and that it wasn’t just sleep talking.
Jesse slid back to the side of the bed and pressed his body up against Sam’s. His chest ached like a huge weight sat on it, making it hard to breathe. Sam was just so damn gorgeous. He made Jesse ache every time he looked at the man.
Jesse reached over and pushed a light brown curl back from Sam’s face. He needed to be truthful with Sam. Too much had already been withheld from him. “I want nothing more than make your mornings perfect, Sam, but I need to know that it’s what you want as well.”
Sam’s eyes dropped down, and Jesse was suddenly afraid he had talked himself right out of claiming his mate again. He had the urge to smack himself for even opening his mouth, but he knew it was the right thing to do, especially when Sam turned on his side to face him and the man’s uninjured hand tentatively pressed against his chest.
“Can it be just us?” Sam whispered.
Jesse was as confused as hell. He cocked an eyebrow as he looked at Sam. “Us?”
“No Lycan or shifting or any of that stuff,” Sam said softly. “Just us. Just you and me.”
Jesse swallowed the despair building in his throat and nodded at Sam. It killed something deep inside of Jesse to know that Sam didn’t accept his Lycan. He could feel his beast roaring inside of him at the rejection of the other half of his being.
He didn’t know how to get Sam to accept that part of him. He didn’t even know if it would ever happen. Maybe Sam just needed time, and maybe Sam would never accept the Lycan part of him. It would be like living two separate lives to keep that part from Sam, but what was his alternative? Giving Sam up?
“Okay, Sam, just us.”
Sam’s wide smile was well worth whatever misgivings Jesse might have at the moment. Once again, Jesse felt like he was basking in sunlight. He was surprised when he even felt his beast calm and start basking as well. Apparently, Sam’s joy affected both sides of Jesse, the man and the beast.
Jesse fisted his hand in Sam’s hair and tilted the man’s head back enough to slant his mouth over his. His heady groan filled the air when Sam’s tongue eagerly met his and Sam’s lips parted to allow him access. The kiss sent the pit of his stomach into a swirl.
Putting a large hand to Sam’s waist, Jesse drew him closer. He was conscious of every spot where Sam’s skin brushed against his and the way Sam trembled in his embrace as their legs tangled together.
“Jesse,” Sam groaned as he ripped his head away, “you make me feel so hot.”
“That’s a good thing, Sam.” That was a very good thing. Jesse wanted to
Jesse blinked for a moment. “Then that means—”
“The last ride I went on was with you.”
As much as he was saddened that Sam hadn’t had a chance to go riding since he left, knowing that the man’s last ride had been with him filled Jesse with a sense of delight that he knew he shouldn’t be feeling, but he did.
“Then get up, sunshine,” Jesse said as he smacked Sam’s ass under the covers, “and I’ll take you riding.”
“I hate mornings!” Sam shouted as he rolled over and buried his face in the pillow, growling into the fabric.
Jesse moved over to stroke his tongue across the bite mark at the nape of Sam’s neck, grinning when he felt the man shudder beneath him. The mark drew him like nothing else could. It was a symbol of Jesse’s claim on Sam.
He stroked his hand down Sam’s back and scooted it under the edge of his boxers, wiggling his fingers against the top of Sam’s ass before sliding them down to caress the naked flesh below.
“I could make you love mornings, Sam.”
Sam glanced over his shoulder. “Really?”
Jesse groaned. The desire flushing Sam’s face sent a shot of lust right to Jesse’s groin. He couldn’t think of anything he wanted more right at that moment than to than to fuck his mate into the mattress. Not even air. But he had to be sure that Sam knew what he was doing and that it wasn’t just sleep talking.
Jesse slid back to the side of the bed and pressed his body up against Sam’s. His chest ached like a huge weight sat on it, making it hard to breathe. Sam was just so damn gorgeous. He made Jesse ache every time he looked at the man.
Jesse reached over and pushed a light brown curl back from Sam’s face. He needed to be truthful with Sam. Too much had already been withheld from him. “I want nothing more than make your mornings perfect, Sam, but I need to know that it’s what you want as well.”
Sam’s eyes dropped down, and Jesse was suddenly afraid he had talked himself right out of claiming his mate again. He had the urge to smack himself for even opening his mouth, but he knew it was the right thing to do, especially when Sam turned on his side to face him and the man’s uninjured hand tentatively pressed against his chest.
“Can it be just us?” Sam whispered.
Jesse was as confused as hell. He cocked an eyebrow as he looked at Sam. “Us?”
“No Lycan or shifting or any of that stuff,” Sam said softly. “Just us. Just you and me.”
Jesse swallowed the despair building in his throat and nodded at Sam. It killed something deep inside of Jesse to know that Sam didn’t accept his Lycan. He could feel his beast roaring inside of him at the rejection of the other half of his being.
He didn’t know how to get Sam to accept that part of him. He didn’t even know if it would ever happen. Maybe Sam just needed time, and maybe Sam would never accept the Lycan part of him. It would be like living two separate lives to keep that part from Sam, but what was his alternative? Giving Sam up?
“Okay, Sam, just us.”
Sam’s wide smile was well worth whatever misgivings Jesse might have at the moment. Once again, Jesse felt like he was basking in sunlight. He was surprised when he even felt his beast calm and start basking as well. Apparently, Sam’s joy affected both sides of Jesse, the man and the beast.
Jesse fisted his hand in Sam’s hair and tilted the man’s head back enough to slant his mouth over his. His heady groan filled the air when Sam’s tongue eagerly met his and Sam’s lips parted to allow him access. The kiss sent the pit of his stomach into a swirl.
Putting a large hand to Sam’s waist, Jesse drew him closer. He was conscious of every spot where Sam’s skin brushed against his and the way Sam trembled in his embrace as their legs tangled together.
“Jesse,” Sam groaned as he ripped his head away, “you make me feel so hot.”
“That’s a good thing, Sam.” That was a very good thing. Jesse wanted to
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