Page 82 of Jackrabbit

‘Sutt was a reckless idiot, and I loved him more than I've ever loved another person,’Beau had told him all those weeks ago.‘He was reckless, and he died for it. And I'll miss him all my life.’

And maybe Beau would never love Colt the way he’d loved Tate, but they werefriends. Colt knew they were, even if Beau was an emotionally constipated ass who had trouble admitting it. They were friends, Colt was the first person Beau had let into his life since Tate had died, and he’d had to watch Colt do something that had very likely made Colt look just as much of a reckless idiot as Tate had been.

All the fight drained out of Colt, and he moved his free hand to the side of Beau’s face. “Beau, I’m right here. I’m safe.”

I’m not Sutton Tate.

The hand against his jaw moved to the back of his neck, and Beau wrapped his other arm around Colt’s lower back to pull him closer until he could press his forehead against Colt’s. “Yeah. Yeah, you are.”

“What do you need, Beau?” Colt asked as he slid his hand back from Beau’s cheek to the hairs at the base of his skull. “Tell me how to get you out of this.”

Beau squeezed his eyes shut. He wasn’t going to answer, was he? He was going to pull back like he always did. Which wasfair. Colt wouldn’t pretend to understand how actually watching your person die that horrible death changed you. If he needed to walk away—

“Kiss me,” Beau said, and Colt’s heart jumped into his throat. “Let me—I want to touch you. Want to feel that you’re—”

Real.

Here.

Alive?

Colt tipped his head and leaned forward until their lips touched, and Beau made a sound like he’d been starving for it, the kind of sound that went straight to Colt’s already hard dick. He kissed like he was trying to swallow Colt whole, open-mouthed and wet, his mustache and stubble scraping Colt’s chin raw asthe hand at Colt’s back moved to his side and fisted his shirt. Beau yanked the shirt up and dug his fingers into Colt’s bare skin.

Demanding, that’s what Beau was as he pushed his tongue between Colt’s lips and stole all of Colt’s thoughts except heat, wet, fuck.

Colt’s head spun, and he was starving, too, God.

He twisted his other leg around Beau’s waist and shoved both hands under the hem of Beau’s shirt to finally,finallyget his palms on all that hot muscle buried under a layer of softness. Beau broke the kiss just long enough to rip Colt’s shirt over his head, followed by his own, and then he was back, not even giving Colt a chance to look at all that exposed skin—which, fuck, he wanted to see and lick and suck and finally learn what the texture of Beau’s chest hair felt like against his lips, his tongue.

Beau pulled him closer and Colt’s smooth stomach brushed against Beau’s, rough and oh, God, skin. So much skin. He was such a big fucking man. Colt mapped the muscles and scars along Beau’s back, his fingers snagging on the ripples of a jagged mess along his right shoulder blade. Where hadthatcome from? It was huge. And hot. Every part of Beau was hot. Colt rocked his hips forward and tried to rub himself against any part of Beau he could reach, straining painfully in the confines of his stupid tight shorts.

“Beau, fuck, we” Colt husked as Beau let go of his mouth and pressed hard, insistent kisses along his jaw. His teeth caught the skin between Colt’s jawbone and neck, and Colt made a hushed, needy sound. He grabbed a handful of Beau’s stupidly sexy chest and groaned, ran his thumb along Beau’s hardening nipple and savored the way Beau sucked in a breath against Colt’s collarbone. “Wanna taste you. God, I’ve been dying to taste you, Beau, please.”

Stubble scraped along his chest, and Beau opened his mouth, engulfing half of Colt’s pec in burning, wet heat as his tongue flattened against his skin. Beau’s groan vibrated against Colt’s chest, open and wanting, like Colt was the best thing he’d ever tasted. Heat gushed down Colt’s body, and pre drizzled out of his tip, cooling against the front of his shorts as Beau palmed the whole of Colt’sother pec and sucked against him and oh, shit. God. He’d never in his life been touched like this.

“Please,” he whined, pushing his hips up and dragging himself against Beau’s stomach, the heat of that body shooting sparks of sensation through him. “Let me—shit. Let me get on my knees for you. I’ll be so good, I’ll—or you can sit on my face, yeah, fuck—yeah, do that, I can take it, I swear I can. You’re sofuckinggorgeous, please—”

Beau grabbed both of Colt’s thighs and yanked, and Colt dropped onto the hood with a gasp, warm metal against his back, cool night air against his front. Sure, steady fingers hooked in his waistband and ripped his shorts and boxers off at the same time. Fuck, they wereoutside. Anyone could walk by and see him being destroyed on the hood of Beau’s goddamn Silverado.

“So pretty,” Beau murmured as he pulled Colt back down so he could get to his chest again. “Look at you. Desperate, pretty boy.”

Colt pushed up, rutting against Beau’s chest, absolutely fine if he rubbed himself raw against Beau’s chest hair, rough and warm and perfect. And he was making a mess of it as Beau sucked and bit next to Colt’s nipple, marking him again, making Colt leak just like the desperate boy he was calling him. Wet hair caught against his cock as he sought friction.

Beau pushed his hips down into the hood of the truck, thumbs digging into Colt's Adonis belt as Beau bit and licked his way down, down—

“Holy fuck!” Colt gasped as Beau swallowed him down without a second's hesitation. A ragged moan ripped out of Colt as Beau bobbed, wet, drool already pooling around Colt's base, and Jesus Christ, Beau wasshameless.

Colt jerked against Beau’s grip, and heat coiled in his spine, his balls pulling up, thighs quivering, and it was so fucking fast but how was he supposed to last with Beau swallowing around the head of his dick and humming like that? Fucking goddamn shit—

Beau popped off with an obscene, wet sound and snagged Colt at the base in a tight grip, and Colt could have cried as his orgasm was cut off.

“No, no, no.” He bit his lip and pushed his foot against the hood, trying to thrust up into Beau's grip, but Beau’s other hand still had Colt pinned. “You sadistic—fuck!”

Beau licked his lips, eyeing Colt like the last steak at a cookout. The bastard laughed, a low, rumbling chuckle as he stripped Colt’s shaft one, two, three times before letting him go entirely. “After that shit you pulled today, you think you're gonna get off that easily, boy?”

“I mean, fuckingkinda!” There was a reediness to Colt’s voice, a desperation bubbling up from his chest.

A sharp crack split the night a second before Colt felt the sting of a hand against his ass cheek. Beau rubbed the mark with his palm, and pre gushed out of Colt, dribbled onto his stomach, and slid onto the hood. Beau’s eyes tracked the path, his chest heaving prettily in the moonlight.