Page 21 of No Kind Words (Calston Cove #3)
As I pull up in front of his home, Jethro turns to me, a smile on his beautiful mouth. “I’ve had a great evening, Ben. It will be my choice next time.”
He leans over the centre console and kisses my cheek. Before I can say a word, he opens the door and gets out. Speechless, I watch him walk up the gravel path to his front door.
What the fuck just happened?
Just as I put the car back in gear, he turns around, stomps back to the car, and pulls open my door.
“I wanted to be good, to say goodnight, but I can’t.
I don’t want the night to end yet.
Come inside, Benny. Please.”
Should I go in? Do I want to? The answer to both is a resounding yes.
Maybe not the most sensible decision, but I need to throw caution to the wind for once and do what my heart wants.
And it wants him.
I’m out of the car before I’m even aware of switching off the engine.
He’s holding my hand again and striding rapidly up the path.
He even manages to shuffle his keys and get the door unlocked and open with one hand.
I’m impressed.
He practically drags me through the door and closes it with a solid thud.
My back is against it, and his mouth is on mine.
The kiss is bruising, punishing, and all-encompassing.
I match his fervour with my own, grabbing his hips and pulling him closer, tighter to me.
Just like at the car, he pushes his tongue into my mouth, licking over my own.
He winds his fingers through my hair, tugging at the strands.
It’s not painful, but the sharpness shoots straight to my aching cock, and I moan into his mouth.
I slip my hands around his back and down to his stunning arse.
As I squeeze the perfect, firm cheeks, he thrusts into me, rubbing up his dick to mine.
Gone is the na?ve, shy, eager-to-learn boy.
Now I have a mature, experienced man who knows exactly what he wants, and at this moment, he wants to be inside my jeans. And god, I want him to touch me. Is it too soon? Are we rushing ahead? Yes, but I don’t care. I want him too much.
“Please, can I touch you?”
He moves his hands to my waist, to the buckle on my belt, and tugs it open.
His kiss doesn’t falter, his tongue as domineering as it has been the last few kisses. When he flips open the button and his fingers make quick work of my zip, he slides his hand into my briefs and wraps it around my desperate, aching, throbbing, needy cock. Involuntarily I thrust into his hand and moan in his mouth. I reach for his belt, but he shakes his head, biting down on my lip. Instead, I push my hands through his hair. The soft strands slip easily through my fingers as I stroke them.
I gasp, pulling away from his mouth to look into his eyes. He picks up speed, jacking my cock, harder, firmer, with a twist at the head. He remembers how I like it. As I rest my forehead on his, my breath quickens and my balls tighten, drawing high into my body. “I’m gonna come, Jet. Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
My dick spurts cum like a geyser, coating his hand and drenching his fingers. As I soften, he brings his hand to his mouth and cleans up the sticky mess I just made. His eyes never leave mine the whole time. We sink slowly to the floor.
“God, Ben, I’ve missed you so fucking much.”
He leans in and presses his mouth to mine. His kiss is so tender now. My eyes sting with the burn of tears, and I have to blink them away. “Why were we so fucking stupid, so stubborn? We should have fought for each other, not run away. I should’ve called you. I was a fucking idiot.”
I shift off my knees to sit properly on the floor. When he sees what I’m doing, he gets to his feet and holds out his hand. He seems to do that a lot—take my hand. “I can think of better places to sit.”
I let him pull me up to stand and lead me into the main sitting area. Isla, his dog, lifts her head and thumps her tail but doesn’t get out of her bed.
The minute we sit down, I’m back in his arms. “God, that was incredible. I’ve wanted to do that, and more, from the moment I saw you again. I can’t wait for you to reciprocate.”
He grins and waggles his eyebrows.
I huff out a chuckle. “Maybe another night.”
I straighten, finally believing we could have something together. “I want this. I want us, but I owe you a huge apology. I kept what happened to you a secret, and that was wrong. I should’ve told the doctor or the police, someone, to get you out of that house and somewhere safe. I didn’t, and I’m sorry.”
“Ben, it wasn’t on you to do that. We had made such efforts to be secret. I was eighteen, an adult, not a shy little boy. I’m the one who should’ve called the police on him. Everyone knew he was a violent bastard. I think he scared himself a bit with what he did. My mum tore into him, threatening all sorts of things, including leaving him. I didn’t know what he’d said to you, which was one of the reasons I didn’t call you. I thought he would have threatened you off, and, fuck, I was ashamed. I didn’t want you to see what he’d done to me.”
“What do you mean?”
“He made quite a mess of my back with his belt.”
I stare at him, speechless. “He did what?”
Jesus, what kind of savage was the man? He should’ve gone to prison. I let him get away with it. I should’ve stood up to him. We should’ve found somewhere safer. Hell, my home would’ve been better than the barn. “Will you show me?”
Jethro shakes his head. “Not now, not tonight. I think we’re raw enough. Please don’t pity me, Ben. I don’t want or need it. It’s done and over with. We deserve to forgive ourselves for the past. I want us to forget about it now or at least ignore it. We have a future to be hopeful about.”
He’s right. I’ve apologised, and he’s accepted it. I won’t ever be over what I didn’t do, but I can lock it up tight and move on. “Come here.”
I hold out my arms. He moves swiftly into my embrace, and I kiss him. I kiss him until we’re both breathless and my dick aches. His probably does too, but neither of us makes a move.
When we pull apart, Jethro gives me a goofy grin, his lips swollen and eyes glazed. “You’re still a great kisser.”
“I would hope so. It’s not something I want to get worse at. You’re so different. The confidence in who you are is hot, but you were never shy about trying something new or saying what you wanted. I’m going to guess that you top now too.”
“Benny, sweetheart. I do it all, and I can’t wait for that part to happen. I’m prepared to wait. This is something worth waiting for, I think. Don’t you?”
“What kind of timescale are you thinking of? Does the three-date rule still apply?”
“As long as we count tonight as date number one.”