by J. H. Knight
“Is that really what you wanted to say?” Seth quirked his lips into a knowing smile as he stepped closer to Jack.
Clearing his throat, Jack answered honestly, “No.”
Seth’s smile turned into a grin, part predatory and part playful. “What did you want to ask me?” He took another step toward Jack, close enough now that their chests were touching, his hand smoothing down the sleeve of Jack’s sweater.
Jack’s heart thrummed in his chest so hard, he started to wonder whether it was a good idea to be so close to Seth. One kiss might kill him. “I wanted to ask you back to my place.”
Seth rose up on his toes. He was a few inches shorter than Jack, and Seth had to stretch, pressing against Jack’s body so he could whisper in Jack’s ear, “You should probably unlock your car, then.”
THE ENTIRE drive took less than fifteen minutes, but Seth seemed determined to spend the time making Jack insane. Seth rested his hand on Jack’s thigh, fingers playing with the inseam of his jeans. At traffic lights he slid his hand higher, brushing close (though not close enough) to Jack’s ever-growing erection. By the time he parked, Jack was wondering what the fine would be if he got caught bending Seth over the hood of his car under the security lights.
They went inside instead.
On the stairs to Jack’s condo, Seth tucked his fingers inside the back pocket of Jack’s jeans. “You’ve got a great ass…,” he said quietly, as if musing to himself.
“Mindy keeps telling me that. Sounds better coming from you, though.”
On the doorstep, Jack fiddled with his keys, nearly dropping them twice as Seth plastered himself to Jack’s back, hands roaming over his chest and down his stomach. He could feel Seth’s rigid cock pressing against him, and his first instinct was to stop what he was doing just so he could grind back against Seth.
Stumbling inside, Jack barely got the door kicked shut before Seth kissed him. He played his strong fingers in the hair at the nape of Jack’s neck and brushed his lips against Jack’s.
Jack couldn’t help the small sound of want that escaped, unable to remember the last time he’d felt like this. Then he decided he probably never had felt like this. In all his life, he’d never been with anyone who managed to turn him on and scare him and challenge him and make him feel safe all at the same time. It was an overwhelming sensation. A sensation that, under any other circumstances lately, would probably have him reaching for a box of tissues. Thankfully Seth slid his overly eager tongue against Jack’s as they clumsily walked toward the hall. It was the perfect distraction.
As they stumbled into the bedroom, Seth spoke for the first time since they’d unlocked the door. “Please tell me you’ve got condoms.”
Nipping at Seth’s bottom lip, Jack ran his hands up Seth’s sides, finding warm skin, tracing his ribs. “Nightstand,” he muttered, breathless at the feel of Seth’s body moving with his own.
Seth nodded, rising up to kiss a warm trail against Jack’s jaw. “Good,” he whispered. “It’s been awhile. I wasn’t exactly prepared for this.”
Groaning as Seth pressed harder against him, their erections rubbing together through layers of clothes, Jack stripped off Seth’s shirt in one quick move, lifting it over his head and tossing it on the floor. They had already kicked their shoes off somewhere along the way, and Jack wanted nothing more than to get rid of everything else. He skimmed his palms down Seth’s bare skin and dipped his fingers inside the back of Seth’s jeans as Seth worked a hand between them, tugging the buttons and zippers open for both of them.
“God, you feel amazing.” Jack murmured against Seth’s shoulder, teeth scraping the sensitive skin. He breathed deeply against the scent of soap, something earthy and sweet. Seth nodded, groaning softly as he pulled Jack’s shirt loose from his jeans. He pushed the sweater up with it until Jack’s smooth chest was exposed to the moonlight spilling in through the window.
Jack was grateful now for the hours spent at the gym, the healthy meals he forced himself to eat, all the times he’d opted for water and extra sleep. It had served him well, because now he could stand in front of this incredibly attractive man and feel comfortable in his own skin.
Seth turned and fell back on the bed, pulling Jack down on top of him. They tangled their legs together, pushed at clothes, and explored each other with their warm hands. The air filled with small, hungry moans and incoherent whispers as they kissed and shifted against each other.
Jack wasn’t sure how it happened, how they had moved so much, how they had shed their clothes so fast, but before he knew it, Seth was sliding against him, their skin feeling like fire between them as they tried to get closer.
“Tell me what you need, Jack.” Seth’s whispered command rustled through the night with the tender sweep of his hand as his fingers found Jack’s aching cock, thumb slicking over the head with precome.
It was hard to think when he did that. Jack panted for breath, his hips rocking up against Seth’s touch. “I want… to be inside you,” he rasped, his words catching in his throat on another groan.
Shifting higher on the bed, Seth pressed his lips to Jack’s ear, Jack’s skin sparking at every point of contact. “You read my mind.”
Within seconds Seth was pulling back, his gaze raking down Jack’s frame as Jack reached into the nightstand and pulled out a foil packet with a small bottle of lube.
Seth fell back on his heels and slid his hands restlessly over Jack’s body. “Let me,” he whispered, pushing Jack against the pillows and taking the lube from him. He crawled over Jack’s legs, straddling him and lifting up on his knees. “Wanna ride you….”
The words alone were enough to send a tremor of heat through him, but as Jack watched Seth pour the clear liquid into his hand, coating his fingers and reaching behind himself, he felt a desperate surge of desire pound through his body, sweeping every other thought aside. He had to swallow a groan, looking at Seth, their erections brushing together as Seth readied them both.
Seth had the condom open and unrolled it down Jack’s shaft as Jack tried to still himself, unable to stop his hips from rocking. He slid his hands down Seth’s arms and shoulders, then worked them up again into that shaggy blond hair. “Come here,” he whispered, pulling Seth down into a long, hot kiss where their tongues met and moved together, breath mingling between them.
Seth shifted on the bed again, keeping himself over Jack before he pulled back entirely, breaking the kiss as he took Jack’s hand and guided it lower. Jack wrapped his fingers around his own cock, holding steady as Seth slowly lowered himself and took Jack in. They were both panting by the time Seth had sunk down over him, Jack’s erection buried deep inside him.
“Oh God,” Seth’s voice sounded like a prayer, pained and hopeful at the same time as he began to grind his hips, his hands on Jack’s chest, as he started a slow rhythm.
Jack watched. Seth was silhouetted in the silvery shadows left by the moon. He moved like a wounded angel, grinding and moaning into the night. Jack responded without meaning to, thrusting his hips up as tenderly as possible, meeting Seth’s motions, each movement punctuated by a choked sound from each of them. “There,” Jack whispered roughly, tracing every inch of skin he could reach with his hands, finding Seth’s hair and curling his fingers through it, thumb brushing a cheek and then Seth’s lips.
Seth turned his face away as if it was too much for him, and pressed his mouth against Jack’s palm. They started to move harder, the release already building in Jack, too fast but too strong to keep hold of any longer.
He finally let his hand fall, drifting lower over Seth’s body until he found Seth’s erection, heavy and slick, eager for each powerful stroke Jack offered him.
It set off a chain reaction that pushed them both over the edge, Seth crying out as he spilled hot and wet between Jack’s fingers, his body still moving in small, quick thrusts as he pressed back against Jack, taking him as deep as possible while Jack’s body rushed to release, neither of them saying a word.<
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RESTING WITH his arm around Seth’s waist, the two of them wrapped around each other, Jack kissed a bare shoulder and pressed closer. “Not bad for a first date,” he whispered teasingly.
Seth slid his bare feet between Jack’s, turning to face him better, his smile barely visible in the darkened room. “Well, tonight was really two dates in one.” Seth kissed him again and smiled against Jack’s mouth as he added in a whisper, “And if we count the first time we met, that makes three….”
Jack dipped his head to catch Seth’s mouth in a kiss. “I’m not sure we can count group therapy as a date,” he teased as he let his hand drift lower, trailing over Seth’s ass, pulling them more tightly together. After a few more kisses and playful gropes, Jack asked, “Did you really wanna jump me in the woods?”
Seth grinned as he leaned in again, biting Jack’s lip before offering another deep kiss. When he pulled back for a breath, he said softly, “Yeah, I did. You looked so… hot.” They both laughed as Jack kissed him again before letting him go on. “But you also looked totally lost and stressed out. I really wanted to see you let go.”
Thinking back to that emotionally draining therapy session, Jack chuckled. “Mission accomplished.”
Nodding, sliding his legs against Jack’s, Seth whispered, “Yeah, mission accomplished. You needed that so much more than you wanted to admit.”
Jack really couldn’t argue with that. He’d felt better ever since, even with the tears and the ups and downs. He felt free for the first time in his life. Free of guilt and free of shame. Free of all the things that had been holding him back. He wasn’t afraid to tell people what he really thought now, for better or worse. “You’re pretty amazing,” he whispered, meaning it, loving his new confidence to say it.
“So are you.”
Seth pushed Jack onto his back and crawled over him, kissing him more, but Jack stopped him, asking, “Is this… unethical or…?”
Grinning, Seth pulled back and looked into Jack’s eyes. “Two months ago, yeah, but no one in your family is under my care, and Rick already suggested I look you up when I got back to town, so I think we’re okay here.”
Jack’s eyes widened in surprise. “He did?”
Biting his bottom lip around his smile, Seth nodded and kissed him again. “He did. I guess he thinks I’m good for you or something.”
Jack could hear the teasing in Seth’s voice, but he couldn’t agree more. “I think he’s right.”
Leaning in and nipping at Jack’s collarbone, Seth whispered, “Me too,” before slowly moving down Jack’s body, leaving a warm trail of kisses as he went. His progress was interrupted by a quick buzzing sound from the nightstand. Jack’s phone flashed in the darkness. Fearing it might be his son, unable to think of anyone else who would contact him so late at night, Jack reached for the phone. A text from Mindy flashed across the screen.
Guess I should invest in those earplugs? ;)
Jack laughed and showed Seth the message. “I forget how thin these walls are.”
Seth dipped his head back and let out his own bark of laughter. “Sorry, Mindy!”
They didn’t talk much the rest of the night.
They didn’t get much sleep either.
J.H. KNIGHT has been writing love stories since the second grade. When she’s not catering to the whims of her imaginary friends (whom she sometimes refers to as “characters”), she’s usually found driving her four children all over the planet, working on a school project, or saying things like “Not until your homework is done!”
A Pacific Northwest native, she loves the outdoors in every season whether she’s in the city, in the mountains, or building sloppy sandcastles with her kids on the beach. On her best days, she’s cuddled up with a good book, and on her worst days she’s tearing her hair out as she tries to decide if her sentence needs a comma or a semicolon. She gratefully bows down in awe of editors, since she usually gets it wrong.
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By J.H. Knight
Breakthrough
The Last Thing He Needs
A Simple Romance
Published By DREAMSPINNER PRESS
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Tommy O’Shea is raising his seven younger brothers and sisters without any help from his drug abusing father and stepmother. Since he was fifteen years old, he's managed to keep the children fed and out of foster care. It takes up every ounce of his energy and the last thing he needs is romance complicating his life further.
Rookie cop Bobby McAlister doesn't belong in Tommy’s harsh world, but Tommy can’t push him out. As their unlikely friendship turns into a tentative relationship, they weather the daily storm of Tommy’s life with a lot of laughs and more than a few arguments.
Tommy isn't used to trusting outsiders, and he's never asked for help in his life. But when a tragedy strikes the O'Shea family and threatens everything he's fought for, he'll have to learn to do both to recover from the brutal hit.
Skip thought he had it all: the fabulous husband, the great apartment, and the teaching job he’d always wanted. Even the cat was perfect. When his partner of eight years decides he wants something else—something that doesn’t involve Skip or the apartment or even the cat—Skip decides it’s time to go home to the other side of the country.
However, Skip’s hometown doesn’t just hold a loving meddling mother but also the memories of his awkward crush on a boy he met his senior year in high school. A boy he humiliated himself in front of just when it looked as if his fantasies might become reality. Finding out Paul Miller is now working at the same high school where Skip has just been hired flips his world upside down. After a heated night together, Skip is happy being friends with benefits. Paul will have to convince him love is worth the risk.
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Breakthrough
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