Emerett Has Never Been in Love (Love Austen 1)

Lake’s hands roamed Knight’s chest, up to his shoulders and down the strong lines of his arms. His thumbs hooked into the crevice between forearm and bicep and he rubbed the sensitive skin.

Knightly. He was doing this with Knightly. His best friend’s dad. His biggest critic.

Madness. This was Lake’s body betraying him at every level. This was . . . a one-off thing.

Knight’s nose slid against Lake’s and their mouths met again, hot breaths pebbling together.

“Your kisses are sweet,” Lake murmured. “Curiously addictive. What will the rest of you do to me?”

Knight laughed and his lips were back on Lake, firm and frantic, devastating his senses.

The sweep of tongue had Lake mewling for more of Knight’s mouth. God, he couldn’t even think. Usually he was so aware when he kissed a guy. Usually, he was self-conscious the first time he had sex.

How easy and natural this was with Knight.

Knight knew Lake’s faults already, so he could make the wrong move—multiple wrong moves—and Knight would patiently tell him and teach him to make it better.

He ground against Knight, reveling in the hard outline of Knight’s cock and the tightening pressure at his hips.

Their bare chests bumped. His left nipple grazed Knight’s and their kiss morphed. Knight made a growly sound as his palms swept up Lake’s back, and he ravished Lake’s mouth.

God, Lake took it back. His kisses weren’t sweet. They were torturously sinful and infuriatingly addictive. Lake would have a hard time not using them as a measure for all future kisses.

Nobody had kissed him like this before. Confident and careful and completely absorbed in him.

Lake could drown in it.

He squeezed Knight’s elbows and slunk off his lap, combing his fingers down Knight’s arms to his pinkies. He hooked them. “Let’s move over there.”

Lake led him to the spot under the apple tree.

Knight hummed. “I could point out more cushiony places for this. Why here?”

“Just because.” Lake popped the button of his shorts and shimmied out of them, along with his underwear.

Thumbs hooked into his waistband, Knight froze, gloriously sexy in the bluish yard. “Just because?”

Lake’s hard cock jutted wantonly towards Knight, and heat rushed to his neck. “Uh huh. Take off your pants.”

Knight stepped against him, a firm hand carefully positioning his throbbing cock against Knight’s lower stomach, and then both hands fanned over his shoulders. “This is the precise spot where you charged over to check in on me and Josh.”

“I wasn’t checking in. I was dropping by to say hey.”

“With murderous green eyes.”

“Murderous!” Lake’s laugh echoed in his ears. “No, I loved seeing you and Josh hitting it off. He’s not forbidden.”

“You need to get over the forbidden thing.” Knight stepped back and shoved his pants off in an insanely suave, sexy move.

“Yes. Well.” Lake glared. “I understand why it’s so tempting.”

Knight hummed and slotted their warm bodies together. Thigh to thigh, chest to chest, cock to aching cock. Arms circled firmly around Lake, thumb stroking his shoulder blade lightly, and Knight whispered, “You think this feels so good just because it’s slightly off-limits?”

A thunderous jolt of fear bowled into Lake and he nodded emphatically. “Any other reason would freak me out. I’m sticking to this being the lure of the forbidden, if that’s okay by you.”

Another nip to his ear. “For now.”

Lake chuckled; he couldn’t help it. It grabbed hold of that fear and turned it to fizz.

Knight pulled his head back, smiling. His dark eyes crinkled. Mesmerizing. “Your laugh is infectious, Lake.”

Lake flushed. “Good. The world needs more of it.”

“It lights up your face.” Knight swept a thumb over the bottom of his lip. “Beautiful.”

“On a scale from hideous to excessively handsome, where is beautiful? More importantly, is “good looking” before or after it?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Just wondering.”

Knight read him, and Lake darted his eyes innocently away.

“You overheard me call Josh good looking. That’s what this is about.”

“Beautiful sounds like it should go after good looking, but the way you flirted with Josh tonight made me wonder if you think differently.”

“You’re quite something, Lake.”

“Quite ridiculous is what I am. But . . . Josh? Really? Do you have to crush on my sort-of neighborhood nemesis?”

A disbelieving laugh. “He’s not the one whose cock is rubbing tortuously against mine.”

Lake pouted. “He would be, if you’d asked—”

A laughing kiss cut him off as Knight steered him back over the lawn, and somehow Lake was lowered onto the cushiony grass, refreshingly cool against his back, Knight wonderfully heavy atop him. Lake clutched him at the waist, pulling him in, as if he could consume him. Every inch of him rubbed against Knight and it still wasn’t enough. Kisses roamed over his jaw, under his ear, and suctioned onto Lake’s neck. He squirmed, angling for more.

“Jesus. God.” A fireworks display was going on inside Lake’s body, slowly working toward the grand finale. “I didn’t think dads could be so good at this—oh, hell, do that again.”