She hung up just as Lucas stopped the car in front of the motel’s office. A lot of people milled near the door right inside. Before Snow had time to say anything, Lucas got out and dashed into the office.
Snow set the phone back into the holder. Anna Torres was nosy and she had hellaciously bad timing, but like her son, her heart was big and roomy—a welcome place for anyone she considered family. And she didn’t show up unannounced often, which was good because they still spent a lot of their free time naked.
Jude leaned back in the seat. “My mana loves you. Says you didn’t get proper mothering as a child and she needs to catch you up.”
Snow just shook his head. He’d never admit it, but he kind of liked her fussing.
“I take it we’re getting rooms to wait out the storm?” Jude put his hand on the door handle. “Want me to run in and get us one?”
“Don’t bother,” Andrei said from the front seat. “Lucas will get two.” He stretched his arms over his head as much as he could while pushing back against the seat. Snow couldn’t blame him. They’d been cooped up in the car for four hours and he was looking forward to getting out and straightening his legs.
“He already has, I’m sure,” Snow agreed, pulling Jude back against his body. “You’ll learn. Just let him mother—like Anna. It makes him happy.” Plus, he usually found ways to pay him back.
Lucas was scowling when he slid back into the car. The scent of wet wool from his coat filled the small space. “We almost had to share, but I managed to talk two other couples into doing it, so we got connecting rooms. Seems this is the only motel on this stretch of road for at least another twenty miles.” He twisted in the seat to face the back. “If we’d had to share, they have double beds at least.” He started to grin and quickly covered his mouth, but his eyes glittered with suppressed mirth as he met Snow’s gaze.
Snow knew exactly where his mind had gone and rolled his eyes. They’d drunkenly shared a hotel right before they’d both left for the Army. They’d picked up a couple of guys who didn’t care that there was another couple getting it on in the next bed. The room had been dark enough. The next morning the other men were hitting it off so well, Lucas and Snow ended up sneaking out.
Yeah, that wasn’t happening this time. He wasn’t about to have sex with Jude with anyone else in the room and he knew for sure that Lucas would never share any of Andrei. The man might be slow to profess his undying love, but his urge to wrap Andrei up and hide him from anything dangerous made for some amusing conversations.
They’d changed a lot from those overly randy teens with their first taste of freedom. He ran his hand down Jude’s thigh, digging his fingers into the jeans, and got a flash of teeth in a smiling reply. Okay…maybe not that much.
Andrei sighed. “Talked them into it or paid them, Lucas? Were the other two couples friends at least?”
“No, strangers. Why?” Lucas started the car and began to back up. Rain nearly obliterated their view as he searched for a parking spot for the night.
Turning in his seat, Andrei held the phone to his face, probably so Snow and Jude could see his wry expression.
Yeah, his friend could be one-sided at times. To Snow, it was just a part of his charm.
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Jude stretched out across the bed on his back. He frowned at a brown stain on the ceiling. “I’m pretty sure I saw this room in a horror movie. Bad, scary things happened in this room.”
“You and your hatred of horror movies,” Snow muttered. Something bumped Jude’s head right before Snow’s tousled gray-streaked hair then upside-down face filled his vision. “We can make lots of bad things happen in this room.”
“Love the sound of that,” he murmured, giving Snow a tired smile. “You’re gorgeous from any angle.”
Snow stared at him and touched his jaw.
“I need to shave again, eh?”
“No,” Snow said as he leaned down and slowly kissed him. Jude opened his mouth, loving the slow slide of Snow’s tongue against his before Snow sucked on his bottom lip, then pulled away. He surprised Jude with a soft kiss on his nose first.
“Do that again,” he whispered.
Snow kissed his nose again and Jude grinned as Snow turned his head slightly, came back, and the long, drugging kiss that followed made all of Jude’s blood go south. Snow reached for the hem of Jude’s sweater and pulled away from his mouth only long enough to tug it over his head. When he came back, he ran his hands down Jude’s shoulders, stroked the hair on his chest. The man was a pure hedonist who could sometimes spend hours worshiping every part of Jude’s body.
Jude fucking loved it.
He fucking loved his general.
He rose up and captured Snow’s lush lower lip, groaning as Snow scratched a fingernail over one of his nipples. He kissed and nipped the mouth that drove him crazy then thrust his fingers into Snow’s hair. Snow left his mouth and gently bit his chin before nuzzling against the whiskers that inevitably grew by this time of night. He moved to his neck, his collarbone and opened his mouth over Jude’s skin.
The moan that escaped Jude’s throat was loud enough to alert the men in the next room what they were up to. Not that he cared. He was pretty sure they’d learned a lot about his relationship with Snow the past weekend, and he and Snow had been fairly good at keeping sex to private areas. Except for that one time in the hot tub when they’d thought Lucas and Andrei had left for dinner already. Resisting Dr. Ashton Frost in a hot tub was something Jude couldn’t even fathom. Andrei’s face had turned red off and on the rest of that night. Snow had laughed every time. Goaded him a couple of times, too.
Now, Snow grunted when he reached the top of Jude’s jeans. He straightened up. “Those need to come off.”
Jude watched him come around the bed to stand by his dangling feet. He kept his gaze locked with Jude’s as he pulled off Jude’s boots. Jude undid his belt buckle, his jeans, then let out a sudden, surprised Oomph! when Snow tugged off his jeans in one quick swoop. Once again, he didn’t bother with Jude’s socks before he was tugging Jude up off the bed with one of his lust-inducing wicked grins stretching his mouth. He jerked off his own black sweater as he backed toward the suitcase they’d left on the rickety table by the door and was naked when he came to Jude with lube.
Snow pointed to the wall.
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Jude’s pupils flared as he backed away from Snow, a sexy smile pulling up one side of his mouth. Snow couldn’t resist that temptation and he crowded into Jude, cradling his jaw in one hand as he leaned in close. He was obsessed with the scruff that grew on Jude’s face so fast. Keeping his eyes open, he lightly bit down on Jude’s lower lip, loving the sound that rumbled up Jude’s throat. Hot hands landed on his hips as Jude tugged his body closer. Snow closed his eyes at the feel of all that skin against him. He breathed the scent of this man he loved deep into his lungs, reveling in the feeling of being a part of something so profound. He kissed his lip, sucking on it lightly, then pressed his lips to Jude’s jaw, nuzzling the prickly-soft beard there, before moving down. He opened his mouth over the pulse in Jude’s neck.
He let it beat against his tongue.
This proof of life, of health—it belonged to the person most precious in his life and Snow had never, ever, expected to have such a thing.
“What are you thinking, General?” Jude whispered, his voice rumbling against Snow’s lips.
“That I love you.”
Hands slid up his back and Jude pressed their bodies together in a tight hug. “I love you, too.”
“I know.” And he meant it. He did know it. He felt this man’s deep affection for him in every move, every touch, and every single look.
Snow pulled back to stare at Jude. “I didn’t mean to slow things down.”
Dark brown eyes narrowed as Jude stared at him and his smile still held heat, though it mostly held that crazy strong affection Snow would never tire of seeing.
“I know how to heat things back up,” J
ude murmured before spinning Snow around and shoving him into the wall. He pressed his entire body to Snow’s back, leaned in, and bit Snow’s ear.
Snow’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and he held his breath as desire rushed through him so hard and fast, his brain temporarily checked out. He could only feel as hot skin and silky hair rubbed against his back. Jude’s dick, hard as steel, pressed into the seam of his ass as he slid it up and down.
But as much as he loved being dominated by Jude, he was in the mood for something else tonight. He shoved away from the wall, turned, and grasped Jude’s arms. Hauling him close, he licked Jude’s lips. Jude laughed and groaned at the same time, then he wrestled Snow back, only to grunt when Snow flipped them around and pressed him to the wall. His back hit hard enough for the guys in the next room to hear—if they weren’t caught up in their own games. Snow didn’t give a shit about them right then.
He dropped the lube and turned Jude, pressing the man’s palms to the wall as he plastered his body to Jude’s back. He nuzzled the unruly, black hair he couldn’t seem to touch enough before biting down on the back of Jude’s neck. Fuck, he smelled good. It might not be the scents he was used to from home, but that underlying musk that belonged to Jude and Jude alone was like a balm to his soul and caused a rush of blood to his dick. He loved nothing more than waking in the morning, tucking his face into Jude’s neck and breathing him in deep.
Jude made a strangled noise and rubbed his ass against Snow’s cock, making him growl and thrust hard against him.
“I could eat you up,” he said into his neck.
“Do it.”
“Do what?”
“Fuck, General, do anything you want to me right now.”
Endless possibilities played out in his mind as he kissed over broad shoulders and a muscular back that would soon glisten with a sheen of sweat that never failed to make his dark skin a thing of beauty. That’s what he wanted—Jude, covered in sweat and coming unglued. “Stay,” he whispered into his ear, pressing against the back of Jude’s hands so he kept them in place.
He knelt behind Jude and picked up the lube, staring at his perfect ass as he poured a generous amount onto his fingers. He looked up to find dark brown eyes locked on his fingers with fiery need and grinned. His lover had a thing for his mouth, his ass…and his fingers. They were long, strong and good for more than just performing surgeries. With his eyes still on Jude’s face, he reached between Jude’s legs with his left hand and fondled his balls, loving the hiss that sounded above him. With his right, he circled his thumb around Jude’s hole, caressing and relaxing the tight entrance.
Snow leaned closer, stretched, and grasped Jude’s dick. He couldn’t stroke from this angle, but he offered a tight grip as he slowly and surely slid two lubed fingers deep into Jude’s ass and crooked them.
“Shit. Shit.” Jude spread his legs and braced himself on the wall before thrusting his cock in Snow’s hand.
Pressing a smile into the cheek of Jude’s butt, Snow pulled his fingers out, then shoved them back in, pressing firmly on Jude’s prostate. He yelled and slammed his hands onto the wall.
“Hold out your hand,” Snow ordered. He let go of Jude’s cock, picked up the lube and squeezed it into the palm of Jude’s hand. “Stroke yourself.”
“Oh God,” Jude muttered as he grabbed his dick and began pulling on it hard.
Snow leaned back and gazed up at the sweat glistening on that beautiful, dark skin. While his chest had intriguing, hot-as-fuck hair, his back was smooth with a sexy groove at the small of his back that Snow liked to lay his head on. And all that beautiful skin and muscle was on rippling display for him as he writhed on Snow’s fingers. Snow bit into the taut cheek of his ass, fucking him hard with his fingers. Usually at this point, Jude would lose it, drag him to the nearest flat surface and fuck his brains out, but he was too far gone. Grunts and moans and hoarse, strangled cries spilled from his mouth as Snow moved in and out of his ass. It was so damned hot, Snow had a feeling he was going to come the second he touched his own dick.
Jude abruptly tightened around Snow’s fingers and he kept a steady rhythm on Jude’s prostate as he yelled and shot all over the wall in arcing streams.
He abruptly growled, turned and hauled Snow up to his mouth for a scorching kiss that left Snow panting as he was shoved back onto the bed.
All it took was one swallow of his cock down Jude’s throat and he was coming so hard, his eyes rolled back into his head. Jude licked him clean, climbed up his body and held both his hands down on either side of his head as he ravaged Snow’s mouth, giving him a taste of his own spend, possessing him in raw, drugging waves that left him boneless. His legs fell open, Jude cradled between them, his chest hair rasping Snow’s nipples. Jude moved to his ear and sucked the lobe into his mouth before he came back to kiss again. The kisses grew softer, slower, Snow’s lips tingling as Jude pulled back enough to meet his eyes. He let go of Snow’s hands and cradled either side of Snow’s face, something in his expression making Snow’s heart pound.
“I will never get enough of you,” Jude whispered. “Never.”
Snow wrapped his arms around Jude’s back. “You’d better not.”
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Snow was still smiling as they walked into the diner attached to the motel the next morning. His eyes watered at the grease and smoke thickening the air, but his stomach rumbled at the smell of bacon and coffee. Jude, who’d spotted Lucas in one of the booths by the big windows, tugged on Snow’s hand to pull him in that direction.
Lucas shook his head as Jude scooted into the seat across from him. Snow sat next to Jude and waited for whatever crap his friend was about to lay on him.
“Couldn’t you have chosen the other side of the room?” Lucas picked up his orange juice. He looked well rested, but there was an obvious red mark on the right side of his neck. He pointed to the extra toast in the middle of the table.
“That side didn’t have enough wall space.” Jude smirked and grabbed one of the small packets of grape jelly. He handed it to Snow and dug through the stack for strawberry.
Snow didn’t miss Lucas’s attempt to hide his pleasure at Jude’s knowledge of his favorite flavor. Jude paid attention. To everything. He cared and he never hesitated to show it, affection coming to him like breathing came to everyone else. Fuck, he was nuts about the man. Snow slipped his hand under the table and squeezed Jude’s thigh. Jude immediately put his hand on top of Snow’s but didn’t press. He hovered until Snow turned his palm up. Warm, thick fingers slid between his. Of course, neither of them could spread their jelly one-handed, but it could wait.
Andrei slipped into the free spot across from Snow and gave them the same shake of the head. He hadn’t tied back his hair and it fell in a spill of black curls down to his shoulders. “I learned too much about you two this past weekend. More than I ever wanted to know.”
“Too noisy for you?” Snow taunted.
“You guys have no shame.”
Jude merely shrugged. Snow lifted their linked hands, kissed Jude’s knuckles before letting him go and grabbing a slice of toast and a knife. “I heard a few noises from your room, so you two have no business complaining. Plus, the laundry room at the weekend place? Think we didn’t hear that? And I remember last Thanksgiving, too. What is up with you two and laundry rooms?”
Lucas chuckled as he stole a slice of bacon from Andrei’s plate. “At least we narrowed it down to a room. With you two, no walls are sacred.”
The Home We Make
Dr. Ashton Frost strode down the sidewalk toward the café where he was supposed to meet Jude, anticipation quickening his steps. The river valley had decided to absorb the sun on this August day, so he should have slowed, but he knew he could coax Jude home and into the shower without much effort at all if he arrived a sweaty mess.
Snow’s heart skipped a beat when his man came into view. His man. Just those two words were enough to bring a smile to his lips. Jude leaned back in th
e metal café chair like it was a recliner. Sunglasses covered his dark eyes and a close, black beard shadowed his chin. Shorts. He was wearing cargo shorts. Snow’s gaze locked on his hairy shins and he wondered how the café patrons would react if he dropped to his knees in front of all that beauty and ran his hands up the insides of those loose shorts. He glanced around to find several women and men watching Jude. Not that he could really blame them—he could hardly ever take his eyes off the man. But the need to stake a claim came strong at times.
He walked right up to him, leaned down and grasped his chin in his hand. He pushed the sunglasses up and as always, those eyes locked onto him like nothing existed around them. It made everything in him tighten with the knowledge that this man belonged only to him.
He could never have imagined what this would feel like. He loved his friends, had loved Lucas most of his life in a way nobody had ever understood, but what he felt for Jude eclipsed everything. It surged through him with a power that felt like it could light up an entire city.
Leaning closer, he smiled as their lips brushed. “You are so fucking gorgeous,” he breathed over Jude’s mouth.
“General, there is gorgeous and then there is breathtaking.” Jude’s hand came up and cupped the back of his neck. He pressed their mouths together.
Snow forgot anyone else was there. He savored the softness of Jude’s lips, the scratch of his beard. When he pulled back, it took a moment to bring his thoughts into focus.
Jude chuckled, completely aware that he’d scrambled Snow’s brain.
Snow could give him that. That smug look. He’d earned it because nobody had ever scrambled his brain like this Spanish and Greek paramedic who’d given him a home in his heart.
“Do we still have to go look at the house?” he asked before kissing him again. “I’m sick of looking at houses. I’d rather take you somewhere and explore what’s under these shorts.”
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