He stopped long enough to put some of the lubricant cream on his cock before positioning himself at Heath’s entrance. Slowly he pushed inside, inch by inch, letting Heath accommodate to his size. He felt Heath tense, knowing it was probably a little painful being his first time.
“Do you want me to stop?”Please say no.
“No. I need you, Kane.”
That was all he needed to hear to finish inserting his cock. They let out a mutual sigh as he seated himself fully inside. Kane stayed still until Heath relaxed. Then slowly he backed out a bit, then went back in. When he thought Heath could take more, Kane grabbed his hips and put more force behind his thrusts.
With each push forward, Kane felt his chest tighten. The sensation of wanting to shout with happiness overwhelmed him. He wanted to yell, beat his chest like a heathen and proclaim that Heath was his, that they would never be parted.
CHAPTER13
When Kane had pressed his cock against him, Heath nearly climaxed in that instant. He had waited forever to feel like this, like he was cherished and loved for who he was. How could he think it was love? Could a person fall in love in just a few short weeks?
He would think about it later. Right now, he focused on the delicious pressure as more of Kane’s cock filled him until he was balls deep inside Heath’s ass, stretching his flesh in every direction to accept his large girth. The friction was enough to make Heath weak in the legs. If Kane hadn’t grabbed hold of his hips and held him up, he would have fallen onto the bed.
As Kane slowly gained momentum and increased his pace, Heath relaxed, allowing his muscles to embrace the new feeling. Then Kane became like an unleashed animal, pounding into him, filling him deeper than he could imagine. Soon Heath was rocking into every thrust, trying to get what he needed to climax. His cock rubbed against the bedsheets, causing his mind to nearly explode from the double friction between that and Kane’s thorough fucking.
Christ, it was good. Kane bucked and thrust until they were breathless. Sweat dripped from Heath’s forehead onto the bed. He wanted more, but the pressure built in his balls, signaling that his release was near.
“God, you are so tight. You’re magnificent.” Kane said between thrusts.
Heath grabbed his cock, gripping tightly as he pumped himself to completion just as he heard Kane curse and felt the warmth of his cum inside him. Now Heath could collapse, and he did just that. The couple fell into a heap on the bed, with Kane holding him from behind.
The only noise was the sound of them gulping air, trying to collect themselves after their earth-shattering coupling. Eventually, Heath rolled over to look at Kane, whose hair was damp and plastered to his head. They said nothing, just enjoying the afterglow of what they had just shared.
Gazing at Kane, Heath could easily believe himself in love. What he wouldn’t give to wake up to that face every day for the rest of his life. Best not to dream of something that couldn’t be. It was better to enjoy what they had than dream about the impossible.
“How are you feeling?” Kane asked.
“Wonderful. Like I can jump off this bed and run down the street.” That would be a feat indeed, but in that moment, Heath felt anything was possible. He leaned in and gave Kane a sweet kiss. “Thank you.”
“We both wanted it. You have nothing to thank me for.”
“Yes, I do. You’ve shown me I can be who I want to be and not be ashamed or afraid.”
Kane cupped his face. “You never have to be anything other than yourself around me, always.”
Without another word, they put on their clothes. Kane came over and fixed his necktie. It was a simple gesture, but Heath appreciated the intimacy of it. They were comfortable around each other. Once they were properly fit to be seen, they snuck down the hall and out of the tavern the way Kane had gotten in through the backdoor. They retrieved their mounts and headed home.
Once they returned, the men went into the study and settled in with drinks. Kane explained to him further what had occurred with the missing girls. It was worse than Heath imagined. What vile creatures would kidnap defenseless young girls? The very thought made him ill.
“Is that why you asked me about Duvall? Do you think he is part of this?” Heath asked.
“Yes. He’s as good a start as any. Once the student at the orphanage mentioned one of the missing girls had spoken to a Frenchman, it made sense, especially when I saw Duvall speak with Graham, who happens to have a ship that goes to France.”
“What is your plan?”
“Now that Wells is involved, his agents can monitor Graham, and now The Painted Pony as well.”
After that, they spoke of mundane things, as if not knowing what to do next. Should he invite Kane to share his bed? The image of them tangled in the sheets made Heath’s cock stir in agreement. But it had been a long and trying day. Rest might be the best thing. Even so, he wanted Kane near him.
Kane rose. “It’s late and we should get some sleep.”
A lump formed in the back of Heath’s throat. He stood as well. “I would like . . . that is, would you...?” He scratched his head, unsure how to phrase his question. Then he caught Kane’s patient look. He let out a breath. “Would you care to share my bed for the night? I mean, we don’t need to do anything, I just thought...” He was lucky to get out the words he did. Is this what it was like to be in love? To lose the ability to form a simple thought?
Kane came over to him. “I would like that very much.” He took Heath’s hand and led him upstairs.
Once in Heath’s bedchamber, they helped each other undress until they were in nothing but their drawers before getting into bed. Kane lay down and Heath rested his head on his chest. The steady beat of Kane’s heart soothed Heath. As Kane hypnotically rubbed his hand up and down Heath’s back, the tension released from Heath’s body.