Emerett Has Never Been in Love (Love Austen 1)

Knight tweaked his nipple, smiling. “Less of the dad talk please.”

“Right, yes. But my point stands. I can’t believe old men—”

Knight crushed him into another mind-blowing kiss, gyrating against him, making his toes curl into blades of grass.

“I can’t believe mature men—”

“Nope.”

“Wise?”

Knight covered his mouth with his palm, eyes dancing. “I love your babbling, but if we could reject words referring to my age, that’d be great.”

He swiveled his hips, and Lake moaned against those large fingers, their gazes holding. Nervous fear re-emerged, quickly suppressed as he thrust with delicious friction and Knight released his mouth, groaning. The sound shivered through Lake; frantically, he clawed Knight nearer, biting and licking his neck, moaning other words—definitely not related to age.

So good. Highs like this should be illegal. Where have you been all my life?

Knight pushed up, straddling his thighs, eyes unsettlingly soft as they soaked him in from face to straining cock. Lake shivered, exposed, but safe. Desired.

Heart ramping, Lake captured the slow smile forming on Knight’s lips. “Never stop touching me.”

Knight moaned against his mouth, toppling with him to the ground. He ripped up a handful of grass and feathered the blades down his arm, over his hip, lingering where their crotches met. The ticklish sensation combined with heavier friction and Lake squirmed.

“Oh, God, you’re ruining me for anyone else—”

Knight thrust his tongue into his mouth at the tail end of that, turning his words to moans. Lake wanted Knight breaching him, fucking him hard and fast, soft and slow. Pounding into him until his nerve endings combusted. “Grab that condom you carry around and get in me already.”

“Nothing I’d rather do.” Knight rocked against him.

“I hear a but.”

“I don’t have one on me. I didn’t expect—”

Lake threw his arms wide in exasperation, fanning through the grass. “This might be the first time you’ve let me down.”

“Lake.” Condescendingly.

“What? You were meant to snap open an aloe vera leaf for lube and fuck me silly.”

“I may not need to fuck you for that.”

Lake laughed and groaned.

Knight slunk down his torso, kissing a slow trail over Lake’s smooth chest and flat stomach. “Here’s my proposal. We can go inside to my room and I can fuck you sillier there. Or, we could do other things here.”

Knight’s chin bobbed against the head of Lake’s cock and Lake hissed, wanting more. Needing it. Pretty urgently. But it’d been so long since he’d been properly fucked and he didn’t know when he’d have another opportunity—especially in such capable hands.

“How about half a minute here, and then we shuffle off upstairs and resume there?”

“Your smile is cocky right now.”

“It’s a fantastic concession.”

“Concession? Hardly. That’s having the cake and eating it too.”

“Your smile is crooked, you horny gentleman.”

Knight crawled up him and reached behind Lake’s head, his hard cock on full display, proud and strong. Not quite so gentlemanly after all.

Lake approved.

He rose up on his forearms and flicked his tongue over the salty head. Knight snapped something and moaned, and Lake did it again, licked his lips, and whispered against him. “What are you doing?”

Knight pressed forward against his lips, and Lake opened. The slide of him, warm, hard, silky over his tongue, had Lake sucking eagerly, eliciting a very un-Knightly curse. “I liked your idea with the aloe vera.”

Knight withdrew, a scandalous pop between them.

He slid back down Lake’s body, gripping a serrated leaf, stopping for a slow kiss.

“My idea with—oh. Yes, please.”

Knight peppered kisses down his chest, stomach, hip. He cupped Lake’s upper thigh with practiced firmness, urging his legs apart. Knight slid between his knees and Lake’s heart pounded.

Dewy, cool liquid dribbled over his inner thigh and Knight lowered his mouth, smiling. Soft and happy and almost disbelieving. Lake whimpered a good second before Knight’s lips wrapped around him and wet fingers slid over his entrance with tantalizing gentleness.

Lake shut his eyes and craned his head back, immersing himself in Knight’s master ministrations. He’d never been so sensitively breached, so carefully opened, so thoroughly stimulated.

Lake was talking senselessly. Pleading. Demanding Knight, just this once, not be so damn patient.

He groaned when Knight peeled him off the grass, and he grumbled all the way inside. It should have paused the desire racing through him, should have been awkward, but Lake took the stairs with stunning tempo, insisting Knight get on with it.

Knight insisted Lake not kill Garfield in his hurry.

The memory foam and feather-down covers welcomed him, but the room was too dark to make out more than bulky shapes. Lake rolled for the bedside lamp. The golden glow startled him, but he recovered when he saw an amused smile and gorgeous muscles striding into the room.

Knight found a tiny bottle of lube and checked the use-by date on the box of condoms while Lake wriggled impatiently, alone on the bed. A beefy laugh preceded Knight’s return, and twinkly eyes met his. That addictive weight bore down on him and their lips locked.