“Jake – ake –ake –ake!” His name echoed around us.
Jake groaned. “COMING!” he shouted back.
I bit my lip. I wish you were, I thought to myself.
Jack glanced at me, his green eyes dark with the same lust I felt. “I…” he began.
“I’m in room 302 tonight,” I blurted out.
“Fuck yes,” he replied.
Laughing, I turned my attention back to the path and tried to walk quickly.
After a moment of silence, Jake spoke up. “So…would you consider me one of those big, rugged lumberjack-type alphas?” he asked, his eyes sparkling.
I grinned at him. “Are you kidding? Of course. I mean, after all, from what I’ve heard, you’re the best-looking guide in all of Boulder.”
His hilarious giggle echoed off the mountain side, repeating and repeating until I was giggling too.
That night, showered, shaved, and as squeaky clean as I could be after a day spent trekking up a mountain, I sat on the edge of my hotel bed and waited. I tried focussing on the minutiae of the room to take my mind off things – it was really lovely, after all: the white sheets of the king-sized bed were crisp and perfect; the blonde wood floors reflected the fading sunlight as it came through the window; and, the view of the mountains was to die for. But none of it could hold my attention. My thoughts kept returning to Jake. And every time they did, my heart thundered in my chest, thumping so hard I thought it would beat its way right through my ribs.
I couldn’t believe I had invited him to my room. I couldn’t believe I had made out with him on the side of a mountain! This was not my usual M.O. I was shy and reticent and terrified of putting myself forward. I always had been. There was a reason I worked in accounting. All numbers, no people. Who was this giddy, spontaneous person I had become?
I had to admit though, just thinking back to our brief encounter that morning made me break out in goosebumps. I wanted Jake. I wanted him badly.
The clock on the wall ticked the last three seconds to 11 and dinged softly. I glanced at it, then at the door. But does Jake want me? I wondered. Maybe he’s changed his mind. Maybe he’s decided that I’m actually not tha—
There was a knock at the door.
5
Jake
My heart in my throat, I walked softly up the hall toward room 302. The hotel staff knew me – we always booked our guests in here - and let me in no questions asked, even though Matt and I were staying at a much cheaper place down the street.
With every step, my anxiety got worse. What if he’s changed his mind? What if he goes back to being a grumpy stuck up prat? What if he writes about this on TripAdvisor? Am I seriously going to sleep with a client?
The answer to that last one was yes. If he’d still have me.
If you’d told me five days ago that I’d been hard for our most obnoxious client ever, I’d have laughed in your face. But holding Gabe in my arms had made me feel electric. His body against mine had filled me with a longing that I hadn’t even known I was capable of. If we’d had the chance, I would probably have fucked him right there on the mountain side. As it was, I was dying for more.
And, really, he’s not even that obnoxious, I thought. He’s just hurt and scared. And god, how much do I want to make him feel better!
And maybe break his lousy ex’s nose, I added as an afterthought. No wonder Gabe was so cold and angry. I would be too if I’d just come out of a relationship like that.
My thoughts came to abrupt end. I’d reached room 302. Taking a deep breath, I raised my hand to knock. Here goes nothing.
Gabe answered right away, cracking the door open just a sliver and peering out, his dark blue eyes looking up at me through thick, black lashes.
“Hey,” I said, giving him what I hoped was a confident smile through the crack in the door. “Does this morning’s offer still stand?” Inwardly I winced. Really? That’s the best you can do?
But Gabriel chuckled and stood back, letting me through. “Very much so,” he replied as he shut the door.
I looked at him for a second, taking in his long, lanky body. My eyes lingered on the delicate, wing-like swoop of his collarbone as it disappeared into his white t-shirt. After four days of sun, his creamy skin was covered in a light sprinkling of freckles, which spread across his thin nose like a spray of stars and was, frankly, absolutely goddamn adorable. I reached out, stroking my thumb along his jawline. I could feel a shiver run through him.
“Thank god,” I said softly. “Because it’s all I’ve been thinking about all day.”
“That makes two of us then,” he replied, his voice raw.
I licked my lips, wondering if I should make the first move. Alphas generally did. But I didn’t want to scare him. I wanted it to be perfect. I wanted—and then, before I could overthink it, Gabriel stepped forward and kissed me instead.
Instinctively, my arms wrapped around him, drawing him tight to my chest. What had I been worrying about? This was perfect.
His arms came around my neck, pulling me deeper into the kiss. His lips were soft and warm and my tongue slid between them easily. He moaned softly and the sound made me hard. I wanted him. I was done with thinking about it.
I grabbed his ass, pulling him flush with my growing erection. I groaned as the pressure sent sparks of pleasure through me. Between us, I could feel his own cock already straining again his jeans. Breaking the kiss, I took hold of the edge of his t-shirt and pulled it off him.
He stood in front of me, bare-chested and flushed, two bright circles of red glowing under his freckles. His slender chest heaved as his breath came quick and shallow. His dark eyes were bright and hungry with lust.
I grinned.
“You’re beautiful,” I told him.
He blinked, taken aback, and I wondered, briefly, how long it had been since someone had said that to him. Grabbing his belt, I yanked him back to me, undoing the belt hook while I was at it. His fly was next. Then, gently, I put my palms against his stomach and ran my hands below his underwear, pushing his clothes down and freeing his straining erection. He moaned, his eyes fluttering open and shut.
He stepped out of his clothes and I pushed him back, toward the bed.
“But—” he began, reaching for my shirt. Pressing my lips to his, I cut him off. He didn’t fight it.
Tipping him back onto the bed, I pushed between his long, lean legs. He looked at me wide-eyed, seemingly shocked by what I was about to do. He opened his mouth to speak and I took his quivering cock into my mouth. All that came out was a long, low moan as he sank back into the sheets.
I worked his cock, swirling my tongue up his shaft then up and over his throbbing head. Grabbing his balls in one hand, I teased them gently as I took his entire length into my mouth. He groaned, fingers grabbing the sheets. Fondling and squeezing his delicate sack, I sucked and licked and worked him as he strained against me. My own cock pulsed against my jeans and I pressed myself into the bed, putting off my own pleasure until I was done with Gabriel.
“Fuck, Jake,” he whispered as I picked up my pace. “Fucking…I’ve never...fuck me.”
I grinned. Oh, will I ever, I thought. With my free hand, I slid my pinkie into his hole. He screamed in pleasure. He was already dripping with slick and I knew I needed to get him off quickly, before I came just from watching him. Between the sight of him writhing in the sheets and the feel of his tight, wet hole, I was just about ready to come right there and then.
Swapping my pinkie for my pointer, I stroked his prostate and sucked him hard, my tongue working his head as I went. His breath came in gasps. His back arched, shoulders pressing into the blankets as he shook with pleasure. Then, with one long moan, his balls tightened and he came.
Swallowing hot cum, I disentangled myself from his legs. Stripping off my clothes, I grinned to see him lying there, gasping and whimpering in the aftermath of his orgasm. Good, I thought.
Seeing me naked at the end of the bed, Gabriel caught his breat
h and bit his lip. “Oh…fuck me,” he said softly, his eyes traveling the length of my body. I laughed.
“Sure thing,” I replied.
He gave a weak, breathless chuckle and I climbed back onto the bed. Trailing kisses up the inside of his leg, I worked my way back up. Grabbing him by the hips, I flipped him over. Spreading his ass, I pressed my mouth to his hole, tracing its opening with my tongue. He whimpered.
I wanted to take my time, but the sight of him spread and dripping in front of me was too much. Flicking my tongue into him once, twice, I straightened up and slowly entered him, inch by fucking incredible inch.
This time we both moaned.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I managed as his tight hole closed around my aching cock.
He managed a wordless whimper in response.
Grinning, I grabbed his ass, gripping his cheeks in both hands as I slowly slid in and out, letting him adjust to my girth. Gabe panted into the sheets.
“Stop fucking teasing me and just fuck me already,” he gasped. Raising himself up, he planted his forearms against the wall, giving me an amazing angle.
I groaned and gave into my desire. Grunting with exertion, I plowed into him. Lights flashed and flickered in front of my eyes as I went deeper and deeper, losing myself in his hot, wet slick.
“Harder!” he moaned and I saw that his erection was back.
Grunting with pleasure, I slapped his ass and drilled into him, fucking him with everything I had. The headboard rattled against the wall as the bed groaned and shuddered under us. But I didn’t give a fuck.
“Yes, fuck yes!” he yelled, slapping the wall with his open palm. I grabbed his cock in one hand, smearing pre-cum down its length as I jerked him off in time to my thrusts. The need to mark him rose in me and I snarled. Before I could stop myself, I leaned forward and sank my teeth into his shoulder.
Gabe gasped with pleasure, reaching back to bury one of his hands in me hair. “Fuck, fuck, fuck yes!” he bellowed. His own body quivered, slippery with sweat as he thrust back into me, bringing me deeper with each rock of his hips. “Jake, please,” he begged.
I felt myself teeter on the brink. “I’m going to come!” I gasped, my face pressed again his neck.
“Yes,” he moaned, rocking against me. “Come in me, Jake! Fill me!”
I groaned and, with one final thrust, pleasure overwhelmed me. Buried in Gabe, I gasped and collapsed forward onto him. Vaguely, I was aware of him coming in my hand, the hot sticky mess covering my fingers. But I was too lost to ecstasy to really care. His arms slid down the wall and we fell on to the bed.
How long we lay there, gasping for breath, I couldn’t say. But, eventually, we came to our senses. Our eyes met and I grinned, pushing sweaty hair off Gabe’s forehead.
“That was amazing,” he said, his voice hoarse from all the yelling.
“Fuck yeah, it was,” I replied. Gingerly, I pulled out of him. The minute the cool air hit my skin, I missed his warmth.
“No one’s ever…” he began. Stopping, he licked his lips and swallowed. Then he tried again. “No one’s ever done that for me. You know…looked after me first.”
I blinked, stunned. “You have had some seriously shitty boyfriends,” I told him.
He laughed a little hysterically. “I just didn’t realize how shitty, I guess,” he replied.
Cupping his face in my hand, I stroked his cheek with my thumb. “You wanna come shower with me?” I asked.
He smiled almost shyly. “Yes,” he replied softly. “Will you…do you want to stay?” The question was so hesitant that I felt my heart squeeze in my chest.
“Yeah,” I told him. “I do want to stay. Though I’ll have to leave around sunrise so that no one sees me. I mean, it’s not that I—”
“It doesn’t look very professional,” Gabe interrupted me.
“Yeah,” I said sheepishly, glad he understood. “Trust me, under any other circumstances, I’d totally be bragging about this.”
He laughed again, but couldn’t hide his happy smile. I grinned. It made me happy to see him happy. Shit, I realized suddenly. Maybe this is more than just sex.
I’d always thought my free and easy life cruising the bars with Matt was all I wanted. We’d both joked that our friendship was all the commitment we could handle. But maybe I did want more. Suddenly the thought of growing our little pack of two didn’t seem like such a terrible idea...
But Gabe was already climbing off the bed and I pushed those thoughts aside. I could deal with them later. For now, I was just going to enjoy the rest of our night together.
6
Gabriel
After Jake left, I lay awake, watching the pale first rays of sun sneak over the horizon. I knew I should try to get a little more sleep, but I was too excited. Last night had been the best night of my life. I couldn’t just go back to sleep.
So I lay in bed, replaying the night on a loop, treasuring every second of it. For the first time in a long time, I’d felt cherished, cared for, worthwhile. I’d always been desperate to please Saul – which, of course, I’d never been able to do. And it had been incredible to be the one being pleasured instead.
The question is: what happens now?
I didn’t know the answer to that. This was so sudden, so new and unexpected, that I hadn’t even begun to process what I felt or what I wanted. All I knew was that I was happy. And, for now, that was enough.
When my alarm finally rang, I got out of bed exhausted but with a smile on my face.
That day we were staying overnight at the summit of Mount Chapman. It was our only night in the wild and I was a little disappointed because, even if Jake and I wanted to, we could hardly have sex in a tent. Everyone would hear us. On the other hand, Matt said it was going to be a clear night and we’d be able to see incredible stars. I liked the sound of that – you couldn’t see many stars in Chicago. Plus Jake had hinted that maybe he and Icould shift and go for a late night adventure, just the two of us.
“Hey,” Jake said, plopping down next to me when we stopped to eat lunch.
“Hi,” I smiled back. Then I frowned. Was my smile too obvious? Would people guess what had happened? I glanced over at the others but they were all too busy talking to each other to notice anything I was doing.
“So, guess what I noticed today?” he continued, unwrapping his sandwich.
That I have a nice ass? I thought. Instead, I said, “That the sky is blue?”
“Jerk,” he laughed, shaking his head.
I took a deep breath. ‘That I have a nice ass?” I tried again.
He looked up from his sandwich and grinned. “Oh trust me. I’d already noticed that,” he replied.
I blushed and quickly took a bite of my sandwich.
“Nah, you goof. I noticed that you’ve been keeping up with the group all day. I bet you could even overtake Jim if you really wanted to.”
“I have?” I asked. In my excitement, I swallowed my bite too soon and started choking.
Jake laughed and clapped me on the back, dislodging the food. I took a deep breath. “You have,” he assured me.
I looked at him, soaking up his sweet, happy expression. All that happiness just for some tiny success of mine. I felt warmth flood through me. “Thank you,” I said.
Just then, thunder rumbled and Jake sat up ramrod straight. Looking past me, he searched for Matt in the crowd. Turning to follow his gaze, I saw the other guide roll his eyes and shake his head. I glanced back at Jake. He was frowning, lips pursed and unhappy.
“Is it going to rain?” I asked.
His eyes refocused on mine and he smiled, but it wasn’t as big or easy as usual. “I doubt it,” he said. “Or maybe, but probably not right here. We get a lot of summer storms but they’re very local. Often you hear the thunder and see the rain, but you’re still in the sun.”
He spoke lightly, but I could tell he wasn’t convinced.
“It’d be really cool to see a thunderstorm from a distance,”
I said.
“Yeah, it’s pretty neat,” he agreed, but his attention was clearly elsewhere.
“Jake, if you need to go talk to Matt, just go. I’m fine on my own.”
Jake gave me a wry smile. “I’ll be right back,” he said and stood up, weaving his way through the group to get to Matt.
I looked out down at the valley –way, way, way—below us, then up at the narrow path that lay ahead of us - a narrow path made of loose rocks that meandered along the lip of the mountain. I shuddered. I really hoped it didn’t rain.
On the other side of the group, Matt and Jake were deep in discussion. From what I could tell, Matt didn’t seem worried. He kept shrugging and rolling his eyes. A few minutes later, Jake came back to me, a frown creasing his normally smooth forehead.
“All sorted out?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Jake said, but he didn’t sound sure.
A moment later, Matt stood up and addressed the group. “I’m sure you all heard that thunder,” he said, grinning at us.
Murmurs of ascent rose from the crowd.
“Summer storms are common in this area but, according to the weather reports, this one is going to pass by us well to the south. I suggest we carry on to our final peak of the day and set up camp. However, if any of your have any doubts, of course feel free to to speak up. This should be a group decision.” His eyes flicked to Jake and back.
The group looked at each other and shook their heads then, in almost comic unison, craned their necks to look back at me. What? Were they expecting me to veto it? Just because I wasn’t a very good hiker? I wanted to point out that, if I hadn’t wanted to hike, I would have quit days ago. But instead I just shook my head like the rest of them. Jake shifted next to me.
“Great, then that’s settled,” Matt grinned. “Let’s get this show on the road!”
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