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Chapter 13

Henry

I couldn’t sleep.

Rolling from bed and padding down the hall to the kitchen, I glanced toward the couch where a Jack-sized lump slept. I’d asked him to share my bed, but he’d insisted he was fine on the couch, “until sleeping in your bed is something we’re both ready for.”

I respected his feelings on the matter, and I wasn’t sure I’d truly been ready to have him sleeping curled next to me night after night a few weeks ago.

But now?

Well, now I was having a hard time not charging toward the couch, throwing him over my shoulder, and marching him to my bedroom. Not because I expected him to have sex with me right then and there—although, based on how heated our make-out sessions had gotten lately, I had a feeling we were both walking a very thin line on where we wanted our physical relationship to go in the near future. Honestly, I liked sex, but I’d be just as happy having Jack curled next to me while we slept.

I had a thing for him , not just for the sexy shit we might get up to.

Keeping the light off, I reached for a cup and filled it with water, hoping the water dispenser wouldn’t wake Jake. At least I hadn’t wanted ice.

Something had woken me earlier, and I hadn’t been able to fall back to sleep.

Thoughts of the addition to the Roadhouse screamed through my head. I was excited about the new venture and looking forward to watching Jack come into his own with his cakes, the social media, and the newsletter.

Our idea likely wasn’t the only one of its kind, but I didn’t think many places near us were offering cake and cocktail flights. We’d keep the good folks of Haven Grove enticed and coming back for more, and hopefully, we’d be able to pull in customers from around the state—or farther—with our unique setup.

The whole cake and cocktail thing was a fun little gimmick. People loved flights of wine, beer, and cocktails. Hell, I’d seen places with flights of meats, cheeses, breads, coffees, and teas. Who wouldn’t love a flight of the most delicious and gorgeous cakes I’d ever seen? We definitely had the potential to send our business through the roof with this new addition. And I loved the idea all the more because it involved Jack working right next to me and my family while he spread his wings and learned he was worth so much more than what those assholes convinced him of .

Speaking of family, Hudson and Lance had been as much help as I’d expected them to be.

Dad had actually surprised me with how much he’d helped.

He was a fan of Jack’s—who wouldn’t be?—and I think he wanted to see the younger man succeed as much as I did. Dad had his faults, but he’d always been there to quietly support his boys, and now it seemed like he’d gone and claimed Jack as one of his own.

Between Dad’s emotional and physical health as of late, I worried about him. Whether he’d admit it or not, he was happy to have his best friend back in his life. And he was thrilled to see Hudson happy, even if his son’s happiness coincided with Lance returning to town.

But Dad was lonely. He’d been heartbroken and lonely for as long as I could remember, but until recently, he hadn’t seemed to want to remedy that.

Now though?

Well, he seemed a bit more open to the idea.

We just needed the right person to come along. Cantankerous, belligerent, and rough around the edges, Dad was a definite diamond in the rough. But I had a feeling when he finally let down his guard long enough for someone to get their foot in the door, he’d be someone’s very last attempt at finding a forever type of love.

“Can’t sleep?” Jack’s rough whisper had me yelping and splashing water out of my cup in the dark kitchen.

He giggled sleepily.

“Sorry.”

“What are you doing up?” I asked as he took the cup from my hand and finished off my water. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I couldn’t stay asleep. I think my head is just buzzing with everything.”

Jack placed the cup in the sink before moving into my arms.

Fuck.

Before Jack, I never considered myself lonely or longing for another person to share my life with. But then he showed up in Haven Grove, infiltrated my heart without so much as even trying, and now I couldn’t imagine a moment of my life without him in it.

“I was thinking about business stuff too,” I admitted. “I think it’s all going to go great.” I pressed a kiss to his head.

“I think we need a distraction,” Jack murmured at my ear.

“What kind of distraction?” I asked, already on board with whatever he wanted to do. That was how it was with Jack. Wherever he went, whatever he did, I had no doubt I’d follow. Which was a slightly terrifying thought because I’d lived in Haven Grove my entire life. My family was here. My business was here. I didn’t think Jack was planning to wave goodbye and drive off into the sunset anytime soon, but the fact I’d have very little hope of not packing my bag and following him right out of town was unsettling.

Not because it would be a terrible thing, just because this man had gripped my heart and owned me so fiercely in such a short amount of time.

“Maybe the kind that involves a bed and making use of the fact we’re both off in the morning,” he said with a grin as he rocked his hips into me.

Without a second’s hesitation, I bent and hefted him up, savoring the way his legs immediately wrapped around my waist. Careful not to bump him into the doorway, I left the dark kitchen and made my way down the hallway to my bedroom.

With my knees against the bed, I let Jack’s smaller frame slide down my body until he sat on the mattress. He quickly stripped off the t-shirt he’d worn to bed and tossed it to the floor. In the dim glow from the security light outside my window, Jack’s lean body gleamed, his hard cock straining against the fabric of his bikini briefs.

“Condoms and lube are in the drawer if we get to that point,” I said, knowing it was best to have that conversation before desire clouded our judgement. “And I haven’t been with anyone since my last negative test.”

Jack bit his lip, his fingers dancing over his collarbone as if searching for his shirt to chew on. “I’ve always used condoms,” he said. “And my tests have been negative,” he rushed on.

“What do you want?” I asked him, tipping his chin so he brought his gaze to mine.

“Wanna taste you, make you come,” he answered confidently. Then his bit his bottom lip. “And have you do that to me.”

“And?” I pressed.

Jack’s cheeks flamed.

“Jack, we talk about shit, or we don’t do anything. We’re not kids, and I’m not someone who is going to judge you or ridicule you for what you want. Ever. ”

Desire glowed in his eyes, and he swallowed hard. “I don’t know when we’ll be ready for anal,” he started.

I waited.

“But if we get to that point, I want to do it without condoms,” he rushed out. “If you’re okay with that.”

Leaning in to press a kiss to his lips, I smiled. “When we get to that point, I’m okay with that. I trust you; I trust us .”

Jack nodded, licking his lips as if to chase the flavor of our kiss. “What if we get to that point sooner rather than later?”

“I’m good with whatever we decide as long as we decide it together.”

He chewed on his lip as he gazed at me. The desire and admiration in his eyes had my gut flip-flopping and my heart turning goopy in my chest. “Okay,” he whispered.

Straightening up, I spread my arms and smiled down at him. “I’m yours. Do whatever you want.”

Heat flared in Jack’s eyes. He stood, bringing our bodies flush together, my cock pressing against his lower abdomen. In one quick movement, Jack spun us around. He shimmied out of his underwear—teasing me with just a glimpse of his pretty cock—before dropping to his knees in front of me. “Do you want to stand or sit?”

Knowing my knees wouldn’t hold out once he got that pretty mouth on me, I dropped to the mattress.

Jack licked his lips before burying his face in my groin and breathing me in like I was a bouquet of fresh-cut flowers.

Fuck. He was gonna kill me.

“This okay?” His warm breath caressed my hard cock .

“Always,” I choked out, the word a strangled prayer.

Jack teased his fingers along the waistband of my boxers as he leaned up to tongue over my navel and press kisses to the trail of hair on my belly. “Lift up,” he directed, an adorable mix of innocence and confidence in his words.

With my weight on my hands, I leaned back and lifted my ass from the mattress, letting Jack slide my underwear down my legs. Spreading my legs for him, I threw my head back with a groan when Jack’s hand wrapped around my leaking shaft, and those big blue eyes stared at me over my cockhead. Reaching for him, cupping his cheek in my palm, I thumbed over his full bottom lip. “You okay?”

Jack nodded. “Wanna do this, just not a lot of practice.”

Fuck.

Why was that such a turn on? It wasn’t like I was some Romeo with all the notches on my bedpost. I think I liked that Jack and I would mostly be learning together—at least learning about each other together.

“Take your time.” I barely heard my own words. “Do whatever feels right.”

Jack licked the pre-cum from my slit, never taking his eyes from me. When he spread his pretty lips and took me into his hot, wet mouth, I swore. At that exact moment, in the dim light of my bedroom, Jack Garner ruined me for anyone else in this lifetime or the next.

Like I was in a dream world, I watched as this beautiful man worshipped my cock. My grunts and growls of pleasure along with the way I ran my fingers through his golden blond locks spurred Jack on. He dropped his hands to my thick thighs as he bobbed his head up and down, those gorgeous lips gleaming with spit and pre-cum. The precious noises he made each time my cockhead hit the back of his throat sent a ferocious heat to my balls.

Doing my damnedest to keep from thrusting too hard into his pretty mouth, I let Jack set the pace. I’d never been a hard, fast, dirty lover, but Jack’s lips stretched around my cock had my libido revving like the engine of my old truck.

Jack popped off my dick, saliva running down his chin. “Want you to come in my mouth. Wanna taste you.”

Fuck.

Before I could say anything, Jack was back on my cock, his hands traveling over my belly, my back, and returning to run through the hair on my chest, his thumbs teasing over my nipples. I was a big boy—offensive lineman big—always had been. I’d never looked like Hudson, and I knew I never would. Between my broad shoulders, dad bod, and toeing the line of being the very definition of a bear with my hairy appearance, I’d always known Hudson got the looks, while I was his protective shadow of an older brother.

But watching Jack feast on my cock, feeling the heat of his hands all over my big, hairy body, it felt like I’d won the grand prize. Jack liked me . He liked me for the person I was, he enjoyed my body, and he’d picked me to spend his time with. I’d never once been jealous of my baby brother, but it sure was a boost to find myself in a position of more than just the big brother.

Somehow, and for whatever reason, the universe had smiled upon me and sent this beautiful, amazing man into my life, and I had no intention of questioning the why of it all.

When Jack’s elbows pushed my legs farther apart, and his fingers teased over my balls, I knew immediately I was done for. Keeping myself propped up on one hand, the other gently cupped around the back of Jack’s head with my fingers buried in his hair, I gave in to the urge to jerk my hips in short, tiny thrusts.

Jack’s moan around my shaft sent me careening over the edge, and I grunted my hot release. Jack took everything I gave him, swallowing me down while he played with my balls.

“Come up here.” The words held a mix of demand and begging.

Jack stood between my legs and wiped my release from his chin. “Was that okay?”

I snorted, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him close to bury my face in his flat, muscular belly. Jack groaned, and his hard cock likely smeared pre-cum on the underside of my beard, but that was a problem for later and nothing a little soap couldn’t take care of. Pressing kisses to his torso, I breathed him in. “That was amazing,” I murmured against his heated skin, tasting the saltiness of his sweat and the unique essence of Jack.

With my arms still wrapped tightly around him, I shifted to stretch out on the bed and brought him with me. Jack squawked and giggled when his long, sleek body landed on top of mine. Caressing my hands down his back, I cupped his firm ass. “Your turn.”

Jack groaned and rocked his hips into me. “Please,” he begged .

I rolled us to our sides, one hand coming up to grip the back of Jack’s head as I brought my mouth to his. Our tongues danced together, a mix of peaceful post-orgasm haze and hot, lustful desire. When Jack rutted into my thigh, I broke away and trailed kisses down his neck, to his collarbone, stopping to tease his nipples—loving the sweet whimpers he gave me—tonguing his belly button, nipping at his hip bone, and finally reaching his leaking cock.

I swiped my tongue over his slit, savoring the first bitter, salty flavor of him before running my nose down the underside of his shaft and nuzzling into the dark brown curls at his base.

Jack rolled his hips seeking friction for his throbbing erection, his legs spreading wide for me. Caressing my hand over his inner thigh, the coarse blond hair tickling my palm, I moved to cup his balls.

“Tell me what you want.” Hair crinkled under my lips as I spoke into the soft, sensitive spot where his upper leg met his groin. I knew what I wanted to do to him, but I had to know Jack was on board. Plus, hearing him tell me what he wanted was fucking hot as hell.

“Suck me,” Jack begged.

“Anything else?”

He propped up on his elbows, blue eyes glowing with heated desire, his breathing heavy. “Like what?”

I shrugged, my nose nuzzling along his balls, and trailed my thumb to his crack. Nothing more, just the pad of my thumb tracing over him, but Jack gasped and nodded.

“Please, Henry. ”

“You have to say it, so I know we’re on the same page.” I pressed a soft kiss to his balls.

“Want your fingers inside me,” he pleaded. “Henry. Please. Make me come.”

Chuckling softly at the way he pouted his displeasure when I moved away from him long enough to get the lube, I returned quickly. Taking his cock in hand, I stroked slowly, loving the way Jack writhed beneath me. Kissing him while I jacked him was something I probably could have done for hours, edging him, bringing him right to the brink, backing off. Over and over. But right then and there, I needed something different. Jack needed something different.

I positioned myself to take his cock between my lips, humming around his shaft when he cried out my name. Tonguing the sensitive underside of his shaft, swirling around his flared head, I savored the heated flavor of him exploding on my tastebuds. “Give me some lube,” I said, blowing softly on Jack’s spit-slick dick just to watch him squirm.

He grabbed the bottle and doled out a couple pumps onto my waiting fingers. Just as I started to check in with him, Jack tossed the bottle to the mattress before guiding my lubed-up hand toward his ass. Spreading his legs for me, he said, “Henry, I swear to god, if you don’t make me come, I’m never making cake for you again.”

His words surprised a huff of laughter from me, but I bent to take him in my mouth and worked my slick fingers between his ass cheeks.

“That’s what I thought,” Jack muttered, but his breathy words were laced with desperate want. “Knew you loved my cake—” He cut off with a soft whine when the tip of one finger swirled around his tight hole.

“Fuckin’ right I love your cake,” I growled, sure he caught the double entendre as I urged his legs farther apart before dropping back to suck his hard length between my lips.

Jack spread his legs for me, his fingers curling through my hair as his hips gave little thrusts with needy pants and whines. “Please, Henry. Give me more.”

I pushed one finger deeper into his body.

“Oh fuck, that’s good.”

Knowing no one had ever taken their time with him hurt my heart, and I vowed to make every moment we were together something we both enjoyed. I’d been with other lovers, but none had ever touched my heart and owned my soul as quickly as Jack.

Sucking him harder, I added another finger, groaning when his tight muscle gripped my digits. “So fuckin’ tight,” I murmured against the warm wet skin of his dick. Just the thought of his perfect tight ass around my cock had me getting hard again.

With two fingers buried in his ass and his heavy shaft sliding in and out of my mouth, I crooked my fingers, looking for that sweet spot. Jack cried out and bucked his hips.

Found it.

“Oh shit,” he panted, “oh holy shit. Henry…”

I curled my fingers again, loving the way he thrust wildly under me.

“Henry, oh fuck. I’m close. Please,” he whined. “Please, Henry. ”

Loving the way Jack rambled my name, my fingers fucked in and out as I bobbed my head on his dick. With one last press of my fingers against that bundle of nerves, Jack tensed and cried out. His sweet release exploded from him and coated my tongue, his tight ring of muscle clenching around my fingers.

Easing from his body, I rolled to my side despite Jack’s protest and grabby hands. Pulling out a tissue from the box on the bedside table, I quickly wiped lube from my hand before tossing it to the floor and pulling Jack into my arms. He cuddled into me with a satisfied sigh, pressing a kiss to my chest.

“You good?” I asked.

Jack hummed an affirmative, and I pulled the sheet up to cover us.

“That was really good,” Jack whispered a few minutes later, his lips feathering over my pec before landing on a nipple. “No one’s ever taken care of me like that.”

My heart clenched. He deserved to be cared for, protected, loved.

Loved.

“I will always take care of you,” I promised. It wasn’t a sex-addled vow. I knew exactly what I was saying, and I meant every word. Maybe it was too early for me to declare my love for Jack, but that didn’t mean the feelings weren’t very, very real.

My heart knew.

Hell, I think my heart had known from the first moment I met him.

Jack snuggled closer. “As long as you let me take care of you. ”

Being taken care of wasn’t something I was used to. Wasn’t something I would have said I needed or wanted.

But ever since Jack came along, I’d found my heart and soul needing and wanting things I’d never let myself think about.

Maybe being taken care of by Jack wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

I sighed into his silky blond hair, loving the way it tickled my nose and smelled of vanilla like he was my very own delicious piece of cake.

We drifted off to sleep wrapped together, limbs tangled, hearts beating as one.