Page 55

Harrison’s shirt discarded, he pulled Jake back to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along Jake’s jaw, down his neck, lower, and Jake was gone. So far gone in the moment that he could only breathe through it. Through Harrison’s mouth closing over his nipple while his hands worked open Jake’s heavy-duty roofing combats, through the sharp pull of teeth followed by the soothing drag of his tongue.

Jake was too wrecked to speak, half terrified that if he did, Harrison might stop. So he tipped his head back against the fridge with a dull thud, magnets scattering onto the floor as Harrison dragged his trousers and underwear down in one impatient movement. Jake kicked them away, once again standing bare and exposed in front of him.

Then Harrison dropped to a crouch and Jake’s breath hitched. More so when Harrison wrapped a hand around his cock.

Christ.

He knew how messy this was. Knew they were both using each other to escape something neither of them wanted to think about. But right then, with the river and Robyn and thirteen fucking years waiting for him the second Harrison stopped touching him, Jake couldn’t make himself care.

So he let it happen.

He gripped the edges of the fridge hard enough to hurt as Harrison kissed the base of his cock, then dragged his mouth slowly upwards. There was nothing hesitant about him. Nothing uncertain. Harrison took his time as though he had all fucking night, mouth and tongue moving with an easy confidence that made Jake’s gut twist, low and hot.

Jake looked down.

Harrison looked up.

Those dark eyes, focused and intent, hit him almost as hard as what Harrison was doing to him.

“Fuck, Harry…”

Jake released the fridge and threaded his fingers into Harrison’s hair, needing something to anchor himself to. He’d had plenty of blowjobs. Given plenty too. He knew the difference between someone figuring out what worked as they went and someone who already knew exactly what the fuck he was doing.

Harrison knew.

Fuck, did Harrison know.

He took Jake into his mouth, slow and deep, curling his hand firmly at the base of him while the other worked lower, and Jake’s head hit the fridge again.

“Jesus fucking—”

Whatever Jake had been about to say disappeared when Harrison suddenly sucked harder, taking him deeper as his mouth worked steadily up and down his cock. Jake’s thighs tightened instantly. He flexed his fingers in Harrison’s hair, grip turning desperate as every slow pull of Harrison’s mouth dragged him closer.

Too close.

Far too fucking quickly.

And apparently Harrison knew it.

Just as the pressure in Jake’s gut tightened towards breaking point, Harrison slowed. Drew back. Denied him the last few strokes his body was already chasing, leaving Jake balanced right on the fucking edge.

Jake stared down at him, breath coming hard. “You bastard.”

Harrison glanced up, and Jake actually felt his mouth twitch around him.

Oh.

He was doing it on fucking purpose.

That knowledge should probably have annoyed him. Instead, another vicious surge of heat tore through when Harrison took him deep again, maddeningly unhurried, mouth working him with the same relentless control. Jake’s hips followed before he could stop them, chasing more, and Harrison let him. Let him fuck into the wet heat for several glorious strokes before easing back again just as he started to tip.

And fuck dignity because apparently he didn’t have any left as he gripped Harrison’s hair and garbled, “Fuck, Harry. Don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop.”

But Harrison did.

And Jake ground out the, “Fuck,” as Harrison lifted his mouth away and replaced it with slow, measured strokes of his hand, keeping Jake suspended exactly where he’d left him. Jake stared down at him, half furious, half ready to fucking beg. Harrison’s lips were wet, his eyes dark with hunger, yet somehow the bastard still looked infuriatingly composed.

Harrison’s gaze stayed fixed on his. “Just enjoy it.”