Page 27 of Skin Game
“Need you. Now,” he groaned. Lifting one hand, he ran his fingers across Gabe’s sexy back and down underneath his hips to gently caress Gabe’s balls. It hadn’t taken Casey long to figure out that Gabe loved that kind of touch too.
Gabe’s body jerked, and the wet tip of his cock stuttered against Casey’s arm, leaving yet another damp spot on his skin. “Fuck, Casey. Me too.”
Casey didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to figure out that the intense foreplay was Gabe’s way of getting Casey out of his head. The tantalizing light touches, the swipes of his tongue across Casey’s nipples and other sensitive spots.
Gabe teased Casey mercilessly with his cock, positioning himself so that it would occasionally dip downward to glance briefly against Casey’s abdomen, thigh, or forearm, all of which was intended to make Casey lose his mind. And it worked. Hewas panting now, his chest rising and falling as he tried to maintain control of himself. But he had some remaining dignity, and he wouldn’t be coming before Gabe did.
Gabe grinned, also breathing heavily. “Yeah, me too,” he repeated.
With a lazy grin, Gabe slowly scooted up Casey’s body.
“Faster,” Casey demanded.
Finally, they were lip to lip, chest to chest, thigh to thigh. Gabe’s weight held him down, and any remaining coherent thoughts fled Casey’s mind. Then Gabe’s hot mouth closed over his, invading him with licks and gentle nips while Gabe’s hand snaked down their bodies so he could wrap his fingers as much as he could around both of their erections.
Casey arched into his grip, reveling in the slide of his cock against Gabe’s. The silk and iron. Gabe’s fingers kept them together as their movements became more frantic. Casey’s hips pistoned as he drove himself, over and over, into the palm of Gabe’s hand and the top of his thigh. He’d been so close to coming before this, and now he felt the final incendiary spark at the base of his spine.
“Gabriel,” he managed to groan as an orgasm ripped through him. His balls released, come exploding from his cock, the slick covering Gabe’s hand and Casey’s abs.
“Fuck. Yes, yes.”
Gabe was right there with him. His body shuddered before he stilled and threw his head back, and Casey’s stomach was covered with warm come seconds later. The visceral feel of it had Casey’s cock twitching again, an aftershock that left him gasping for breath.
For several long moments, he lay there, floating in what Casey could only describe as an orgasmic dream state. He imagined that their hearts were beating in tandem, sending blood and oxygen through their veins, their own contained universes, a synchronized rhythm.
“God, you’re incredible,” Gabe finally said, rolling off Casey after a few seconds of being flopped on top of him, presumably enjoying his own post-orgasmic haze of pleasure.
“I think I had oxygen deprivation for a few minutes,” Casey muttered.
“Did you forget to breathe?”
“I generally forgot.”
“That’s good. That’s exactly as it should be.”
Casey had the niggling feeling there had been something he’d intended to tell Gabe, but whatever it was, it had literally been fucked out of his mind.
“Shower? Separate or together.”
Casey turned his head in Gabe’s direction. “Is that a trick question?”
Gabe laughed, which had been Casey’s intention.
Shower orgasms were almost as good as bedroom orgasms, the only downfall being that Casey had to prop himself up against the shower wall in order not to fall.
“The right answer is always together.”
TWELVE
GABE – WEDNESDAY MORNING, WESTFORT
In hindsight, waiting for the scrape on his forehead to fully heal before heading back into Westfort to seek information about Heidi Karne, née Holly Pritchard, might have been a smarter plan. But Gabe hadn’t been thinking about his recent foray into town when he parked at the end of Water Street and walked over to the public library.
And to be fair, Casey had been a distraction that morning. All hot and sexy and right there in Gabe’s bed before he headed off to do ranger stuff for the day.
He stopped for a moment to take in the magnificent architecture from a bygone time before climbing the steps that led to the grand two-story structure. He certainly wasn’t thinking about the identifiable scrape and greenish-black bruise, he was thinking about Heidi and her Big Fucking Secret. About Juliet Carter. And about the inscrutable Lynn who’d cared for Heidi’s belongings for decades.
Last night in bed with Casey asleep beside him, Gabe had thought about his childhood. The longer he lay there thinking, the more irritated he’d become. Because a pattern emerged.