Luke made quick work of rolling on a condom, his cock hard as stone and pulsing with the need to be lodged deep inside of Cole again.
He caught sight of a tube of lubrication sitting on the edge of the tub and wondered whether Cole had anticipated this, or if the man had just intended to satisfy himself. Quickly flipping the cap open, Luke squeezed the cool gel over his cock and stroked gently. He was primed and ready, just from the remembered feel of Cole’s welcoming body.
With little finesse, Luke guided his cock into Cole, thrusting hard, burying himself to the hilt, slipping through the tight ring of muscles, the tense grip of Cole’s body milking him. Being inside of him was a pleasure Luke had never known before Cole and one he feared he would never know after.
Cole gasped, pressing back against him, his hand stroking harder and faster along his cock while Luke gripped his hips and pounded into him. Luke’s insides tightened; the tension building, Cole’s body gripping him, pulling him deeper. Grunts and groans erupted, echoing in the small space, barely heard over the sound of running water as Luke thrust deeper.
Until last night, he’d avoided this for two long months, the desperate need to own this man, to take him like this, to unleash all of his desire on one person. The one person who could handle Luke like no one else.
“You’re so fucking tight. I’m gonna come deep in your ass, and you better fucking come with me.” Luke growled, pressing Cole down with one hand on his back as he continued to pound into him. “Come for me, Cole!”
With that, both men growled out their release, the warm water pounding over them as they fought for breath, using all of their remaining energy to continue standing.
Luke slid from Cole’s body, pressing against his back, laying his head against Cole’s, taking a moment to relish the feel of the man. The differences between Cole and Sierra were like night and day, and for the life of him, Luke didn’t understand what he was drawn to. What he did understand was that no matter how hard he pushed, Cole continued to come back. What that ultimately meant, Luke had no idea.
Luke didn’t understand the conflicting feelings; the need to possess Cole – mind, body, and soul. Those feelings piggybacked on his need to have Sierra – the woman he had thought about constantly since the moment he first laid eyes on her. Both of them consumed every waking thought, every conscious desire, and for the life of him, he couldn’t explain it.
As much as he wanted Cole, as much as he was coming to care for him, Luke was scared shitless that it would all be taken away in an instant…the underlying reason Luke kept himself from getting attached, the very real knowledge that the ones you loved could be ripped from your life so easily. Like his parents had been.
Even as a small child, unsure of what it meant to love and lose, Luke vowed never to let anyone get close, never to rely on someone to be there because in the end, what happened to them was out of his control. And he couldn’t bear to lose anyone else.
Sierra brought on the exact same fears. Luke didn’t know her well enough, and he hadn’t pushed her far enough. Last night had been mild compared to what he wanted to do. Although she gave herself over to them both freely, trusting them with her pleasure, Luke still worried that he would scare her. Even though he wouldn’t be able to hold back forever, at least for now he had Cole who didn’t ask any questions.
When Cole turned in his arms, Luke took a step back, surprised when Cole latched on to the back of his neck, pulling him forward until they were just a hairsbreadth away, their foreheads touching. For a second, their roles were almost reversed, and Luke anticipated what Cole was going to say, holding his breath.
“This won’t be over, Luke. I’ll tell you that right now. What’s going on between us, the three of us, this doesn’t fucking happen every day.” There was an intensity to Cole’s words that Luke had never heard before.
“You own me,” Cole continued, his voice lowering, “you own every fucking part of me, and I won’t back off this time. From you or from Sierra. Don’t make me.”
The denial Luke had somehow come to terms with roared its ugly head, reminding him of what he didn’t want – or more importantly what he didn’t want to lose.
Before he had a moment to blast Cole with exactly what he thought about the whole thing, Cole pulled Luke to him, crushing his mouth down on his. Luke reluctantly gave in to the kiss, relishing in the hard, masculine feel of Cole’s mouth as they both fought for dominance.
Luke knew who would win the battle, but for the first time in his life, he wasn’t so certain he would also win the war.
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