Page 133 of Jackrabbit

Beau cupped the back of Colt’s neck and leaned down to pull him into another kiss, slow and tender enough to make Colt feel like he was dissolving under it. Melting like butter on a windowsill. Stubble grazed Colt’s chin, rough and perfect, as Beau slid his tongue between Colt’s lips and ran his free hand down his side to his thigh.

When he pulled back, Beau didn’t go far. Pressed his forehead against Colt’s and breathed the same air. “I’m not going anywhere, Colt.” He kissed the corner of Colt’s mouth, his mustache soft against the stubble burn. “Told you that.”

“You left.” It came out smaller than Colt meant it to. “In that meeting. You just…left.”

Beau stilled. Then, quiet: “I know. I thought I was protecting your shot. But I left you alone in there with that idiot, and I shouldn’t have.”

Fuck. Colt was going to ugly cry if he didn’t turn this around. Because he’d spent all night crying into Beau’s shirt, all night hating himself for making him leave, and Beau was here, and he was saying sorry, and he was running his hand soothingly up and down the outside of Colt’s thigh, and Colt feltsafe.And he’d almost lost this. Almost thrown it away himself because he was so fucking scared.

He sniffed and swatted Beau’s shoulder. “Yeah, well. Don’t do it again.”

Don’t leave me again.

“Alright.”

Beau kissed Colt’s temple, the corner of his eye, his cheekbone, the swell of his cheek, and ended at his lips, soft heat fanning into a burn as Colt slid one of his legs down Beau's. He pushed his hands up under Beau's shirt and traced the muscles of his back, dragged the shirt up until he could pull it off and toss it to the floor.

He snagged Beau's bottom lip between his teeth as he reached down and palmed his stomach, rolling his hips up so Beau could feel him. How he was hard already, perpetually turned on by any part of Beau he could reach.

“You gonna fuck me, baby?” Colt asked as he nipped Beau's ear. Beau moved to his jaw, his neck. “Reunion sex is the best sex.”

Beau chuckled against Colt's collarbone and reached down to swat his ass. “It was less than twenty-four hours.”

“Felt longer.”

Hand pausing where it had been tracing the hem of Colt’s shirt, Beau rose and looked at Colt for a long moment before he leaned down and kissed him again. Slower. Deeper. Colt’s toes curled in his sneakers.

When Beau pulled back, he ran his thumb along Colt’s bottom lip. “Felt longer to me, too.”

God. Colt’s heart clenched, and he pulled Beau back down for another kiss, licking into his mouth and savoring the taste of him. Coffee andBeau, familiar now, but not something Colt could ever get enough of. Steady, grounding—everything he’d been convinced he’d never have again for those miserable fucking hours.

Beau was hard and ready against Colt’s thigh, and he wanted more. Wanted Beau’s skin against his, wanted to swallow every grunt and gravel-rough moan, wanted Beau inside him so badly he felt the emptiness of it.

“Wait.” Colt broke the kiss as Beau’s hand slid up under his shirt again, arching into the touch. “Give me, like, eight minutes.”

The smile Beau gave him was soft and affectionate. “Eight minutes is very specific.”

Colt nodded and shoved at Beau’s chest. “Yeah, well, I’m a specific kinda guy. Now get off me, you sexy giant.”

Obliging, Beau rolled over, but he pulled Colt with him and settled them with one of Colt’s thighs on either side of his body. Held Colt against him by his hips and moved Colt into a slow, steady rock that dragged Colt’s cock against his in a way that made Colt’s mouth dry. Colt found himself matching the pace Beau set, thighs flexing as he sought that sweet friction.

“You don’t get to make me come in my pants again when I’ve got a gallon of lube in the bedside table,” Colt said as he kissed Beau’s throat, his collarbone. He flattened his tongue against Beau’s nipple and licked all the way up his pec, enjoying the rough feeling of hair against it. Enjoying the way Beau’s hips jerked even more. “I’ll be right back.”

This time, Beau let him go, and as Colt disappeared into the bathroom those eyes burned into his back.

Eight minutes and thirty seconds later, he came into the room naked and wet—and had to pause in the doorway to take in the sight. Beau was naked, too, all tan skin and dark hair and thick muscle. The silver at his temples caught the low light from the bedside lamp, and Colt’s eyes traced down his chest, the curve of his stomach, strong thighs—fuck.

Beau’s eyes tracked down Colt’s body, too, and his jaw tightened. “C’mere.”

Like he was on a leash, Colt went. Beau sat up on the edge of the bed and watched, his dick thickening against his thigh as Colt approached and climbed into his lap. He settled his weight down. Beau’s hands came up immediately, gripping the tops of Colt’s thighs and pressing his thumbs into the sensitive insides.

“Hi.” Colt wrapped his arms around Beau’s neck and wiggled closer.

One of Beau’s hands slid up Colt’s tattooed side, over his ribs, his chest, until he cupped the back of Colt’s neck so he could pull him down. “Hi.”

They kissed again, and Beau took his hands away long enough to grab the bottle of lube he’d already set on the pillow while Colt had showered. Colt broke the kiss and tried to take it from him, but Beau gave him that look—that ‘argue with me and see what happens’ look that made Colt rut against Beau’s happy trail.

He watched Beau drizzle it onto his own fingers instead, click the cap shut and settle the bottle on the pillow before reaching behind Colt and running his slick fingers between Colt’s cheeks. Colt swallowed and leaned his forehead intoBeau’s neck to give him better access, and Beau made a pleased sort of hum as he circled Colt’s hole with one finger.