Torch (Unbreakable Bonds 3)

“We’re just having some fun, Ward.”

Something in his voice made Rowe look up. He sounded sincere but there was a thread of untruth or maybe fear in his voice and that worried him. Rowe was so new at all this, so emotionally locked up and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Noah.

“This what you did with other guys? Just some fun?”

Noah lifted both of his eyebrows at Rowe, his grin growing. “I believe I remember you having some fun with women and not worrying about the next day.”

“Is that what this is? What you want?” Yeah, he had plenty of one-night stands when he’d been single and young. But not once had he thought about what that person thought of him the next day. He never worried about whether the person was happy or whether she wanted to see the new Jason Statham flick at the theaters that weekend or what she wanted to eat for fucking breakfast. Rowe thought about all those things with Noah and more. “I’m terrified we’re fucking up our friendship.” Rowe took a step then stopped when Noah stood and crossed the room to him.

He shook his head, turned and pressed his forehead to the wood.

“Christ, you have a beautiful back.” Noah’s voice, husky and low, sent heat spiraling through Rowe. Hot, big hands cupped his shoulders, then smoothed down either side of his spine. “I love the way this tattoo wraps your shoulder and goes down part of your back. Makes me think about bending you over something and watching the muscles move underneath it.” He kissed his shoulder. “I want to see it covered in sweat.”

Rowe started to shake. That image didn’t freak him out the way he thought it might. It sent a thrill through him that almost, almost, compared to what he felt when this man’s hands were on him. The heat, the desire, shocked him. And terrified him. He closed his eyes as lips opened over the back of his neck. Shivers rippled over his skin as Noah kissed down the cord on the side of his neck, and opened his mouth on the muscle over his collarbone. Rowe shuddered, reached back to thread his fingers in that sinfully soft hair. He turned his head, met Noah’s mouth, and began to drown.

So. Fucking. Good.

He didn’t think about anything but the taste and feel of the man as he turned and cupped the other side of Noah’s head. He ate at Noah’s mouth, licking, biting and the other man groaned, reaching down to clench strong fingers on his hips. The towel fell and Noah slid his hands around to grip his ass and thrust against him. He kneaded the flesh and muscle, holding him tight to his body.

Rowe tore his mouth away to pull air into his starving lungs.

Noah didn’t stop, his mouth moving down. He growled, turned and shoved Rowe onto the bed.

“Hey, now!” Rowe started to complain but all his words disappeared as Noah quickly stripped off his shirt and crawled over him, latching on to his nipple and biting down. He slid his hands back into that fall of hair and held on, gritting his teeth as pleasure ripped through him. Noah nudged his legs apart and settled between. His chest brushed against Rowe’s groin, the hair rasping over his sensitive flesh. Rowe tilted his head back, loving the weight on him, the heat…the feel of his heartbeat against Rowe’s dick. “Fuck, Noah!”

Noah didn’t stop with that talented mouth. He bit into his pecks. “Love your tattoos,” he murmured, running his tongue around the lines of black then kissing down his abs. He licked the head of Rowe’s dick, then used strong suction to pull it into mouth, causing Rowe to cry out. Wet, tight, heat sent stars to flash behind his eyelids. He panted, doing everything he could not to thrust up hard into Noah’s mouth. The man sucked him deep, rubbing his tongue over throbbing, sensitive flesh. The tip of his cock hit Noah’s throat and he yelled again. “So good,” he muttered. “It’s so good.”

He felt Noah moving his body against the bed and just the thought of him rubbing off on the comforter made him dizzy. He stroked his fingers through soft hair and over the stubble on Noah’s jaw, running them around his lips to feel them stretched over his cock. Just knowing it was Noah sucking him did something crazy to him. Noah pulled off and pressed his lips to the tips of Rowe’s fingers.

He looked up, mouth still on Rowe’s fingers in a soft kiss that made Rowe’s heart stutter. This was why it was different from every one-night stand and string-free fuck he’d ever had. Because it was Noah.

Blue gaze still locked with his, Noah sucked his finger into his mouth. All the air left Rowe’s lungs and he couldn’t stop staring. Noah let go of his finger, shuffled down and held his dick upright. It was so hard and red from all the attention. Still watching Rowe, he lowered his mouth around it again. His hair fell over one eye, brushed over the sensitive skin around the base of his cock, tangling in his pubic hair.