Unbreakable Stories: Snow (Unbreakable Bonds 2.5)

Jude thrust his hands down the back of Snow’s jeans to cup his ass. “I love it when you wear these. They’re so damn soft. They better never fall apart.”

Chuckling, Snow wiggled away. “You like them off better. Come on. Get rid of your clothes and get into the tub.” He looked over his shoulder to find Jude’s eyes narrowing, his nostrils flaring and he couldn’t stop the laugh that spilled from his throat. Once the clothes were off, his paramedic tended to turn on the top vibes without even realizing it.

Snow kicked off his shoes and made sure to bend over as he pushed his jeans down and off, loving the growl that sounded behind him. Firm hands grabbed his hips and lips hit his back as Jude kissed down his spine and licked the small of his back. His beard rasped against Snow’s skin as he bit the top curve of Snow’s cheek, before he pulled away, grabbed Snow’s ass and kneaded, his thumbs splitting his crack open.

“Holy shit, Jude,” Snow said as he instantly started to pant. He’d planned to grab the tequila and bring it in with them, but his brain had started to scramble. He turned and met that sexy-as-fuck mouth, sliding his tongue in deep as he worked Jude’s jeans all the way open and reached inside. His dick was hot and smooth in his palm.

Jude moaned hard into his mouth and clutched him close even as he pumped his cock into Snow’s hand. Snow pushed him into the wall, kissing him over and over as he stroked him—working to pull more noises from Jude.

When Jude pulled back to breathe, the back of his head thumped into the wall and he laughed. “General, back up so I can get these off. You might also want to stop that water.”

Snow glanced at the tub and cursed. He’d forgotten it was even running. He stepped into the water that threatened to spill over the edges onto the black marble, then settled back to watch Jude finish undressing. His gaze caught on the flex of thigh muscles as he bent to pull off his boots. “I could look at you forever and never get bored.”

Dark eyes flashed at him as Jude left the bathroom. He returned with the bottle of tequila, watching Snow as he opened it and tilted it back for a swallow.

Chuckling, Snow held out his hand and grasped the bottle as Jude climbed into the tub. He settled between Snow’s legs, his back to Snow’s chest, and Snow had to close his eyes at the feel of wet skin against him. He swigged some tequila, loving the burn in his belly. He set the bottle to the side of the tub, closed his eyes and let all the worries from his week at work leave his mind. He focused on the heat of the water and Jude’s silky skin as he wrapped his arms around him. He stroked his hands up and down Jude’s chest before cupping his chin and turning him for another kiss.

And like that, the frantic need was back.

It hit Jude too because he suddenly turned and basically mauled Snow. Lips roved his face and sucked on his neck. Hands trailed over his body under the water. Snow sucked in a breath, loving it all. Jude sat back and ran his palms down the fronts of his legs, then back up the insides. He cupped Snow’s balls and the shot of pure desire that stabbed into Snow’s gut had him pulling Jude down into a raw kiss that made his dick so hard it hurt. He’d planned this whole seduction of Jude in the hot tub and that plan was fast flying out the window because he suddenly just wanted inside Jude.

He pulled back, his breaths coming hard and fast as he blinked Jude into focus. “I want you. I want to fuck you right now. I’d planned to do it here in the tub, but fuck that.” He stood and pulled Jude to his feet.

“Yeah, it’s hard on the knees,” Jude murmured as he trailed kisses over Snow’s shoulder. “Damn, I love your skin.” He ran his hands over Snow’s stomach and sides. “I love your skin wet, but I don’t want the first time we do this without condoms to be in water.”

Neither did Snow. He wanted to feel his man underneath him without worrying about whether the side of the tub was digging into some part of his body.

“Also, I hate that lube,” Jude muttered.

Snow laughed. “I got some water-based stuff in the bag, too.”

“Thank God.”

Drying off turned into another round of wall kissing with hands roaming and stroking and cupping. Both were breathless by the time they made it to the bed. Snow grabbed the bag on the way, spilling the lube and the new prostate stimulator plug he’d bought. He held it up. “This is supposed to stay put no matter what you’re doing. New and improved for the taller man.” He winked.