Midnight Matings 13 Splash and Elegance (15 page)

“What are you thinking about?” Whitley asked, interrupting his internal argument.

“Us,” Jude answered honestly.

“What about us?” Whitley wiggled around and tilted his head back. “Is something wrong?”

Seeing the concern on his lover’s face, Jude closed his eyes and sighed. He couldn’t stand to see that look on Whitley’s face and know he’d caused it once again. “I’ve been keeping something from you.”
As expected, Whitley tensed and eased away from him. “Jude, I thought we were past this?”

Opening his eyes, Jude reached out and took one of Whitley’s hands in his own. “I know, and I’m sorry. I was just afraid to tell you.”

“Okay, then tell me now,” Whitley demanded as his eyes narrowed.

“You are the most important thing in my life. I really don’t even remember who I was before I met you, and I don’t want to because I know I wouldn’t like that person very much. You have this…this elegance about you, but it’s not feminine. I guess it’s more like sophistication. I’m not like that.”

He knew he was doing a poor job of explaining what he wanted to say, but he wasn’t good with words like his mate. No matter what happened, Whitley always took everything in stride. Rarely did he get upset, and when he did it was a quiet anger. When Jude looked at him, he could easily picture the graceful swan that lurked inside his mate.

A little smile tugged at the corners of Whitley’s lips. “I understand, Jude. Keep going.”

That was another thing. Whitley always understood and was understanding. While the two might seem the same to some people, Jude saw them as two very distinct things. Whitley knew what Jude was trying to say and was sympathetic enough to realize how hard it was for him to say it.

“I know we’re different, and we don’t have a lot in common, but I think we fit together. You make me happy, Whit. I like myself better when I’m with you.”

Whitley chuckled under his breath. “You make me happy, too, Jude. Will you just spit it out now?”

“I love you.” Jude didn’t know how he expected to feel after saying the words, but he was pleasantly surprised to find that it made his heart swell and his insides feel all gooey. “I know you’re still
learning to trust me again, and I can respect that. But I love you, and I wanted you to know.”

“Was that so hard?” Whitley whispered as he moved closer and molded himself to Jude’s chest. “I have a secret, too.”

“Oh?” Jude doubted it would be as big as his, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to hear it. “Do tell.”

“I do trust you. I think you’ve more than proven yourself. Sure, you’re a little rough around the edges, but we’ll work on that.” He winked mischievously. “I love you, Jude, and I’m very happy that you tricked me into mating you.”

Jude wasn’t sure what happened, but something inside of him snapped, and by the time reality returned to him, they were both completely naked and writhing together on the floor. “I really, really love you,” he panted before attacking Whitley’s mouth and thrusting his tongue deep inside.

“That’s a lot of love,” Whitley gasped when Jude released his lips.

“I want to give you something, Whit, something I’ve never given anyone else. Something that I hope proves that I see us as equals and I trust you as much as I want you to trust me.” He was nervous as hell, but he meant every word of it.

Thankfully, Whitley understood as always and didn’t make him spell it out. “Get the lube.”

Extending his arm to the side, Jude fumbled under the couch cushion and came back with a small bottle of lube. “In case of emergencies,” he said with a shrug when Whitley arched an eyebrow at him.

“Hands and knees, babe,” Whitley ordered with a pat to his hip.

Jude had never seen this forceful side of his mate before, and it made him hard as rock. Still… “I want to see you.” Whitley looked up at him for a moment and nodded slowly.

“Okay, then lie back and relax.”

Pushing the coffee table aside, Jude did as instructed, stretching out on his back and bending his knees. His muscles twitched, his ass
clenched and relaxed, and his dick throbbed in nervous anticipation of what was to come.

The snick of the bottle cap had his butt cheeks tightening as if trying to shield his hole from view. Whitley smiled gently and crawled up his body, peppering little kisses along his abs and chest.

“Breathe, baby.”

His legs were nudged wider, and a slippery finger skimmed along his crease. Whitley licked and nibbled back down his body and flicked his tongue over the engorged crown of Jude’s cock. That slick digit found Jude’s fluttering hole and caressed it in little circles, applying pressure but never entering.

“Breathe,” Whitley repeated before wrapping his lips around Jude’s cock and pushing the tip of his finger into Jude’s virgin entrance.

Jude gasped and his hips arched up off the floor. He didn’t know if he liked it or if he wanted it to stop. The harder Whitley sucked on the head of his cock, the more he decided he liked it. When those plump lips slid down the rest of his rigid length and his mate’s throat muscles constricted around the tip, he decided he fucking loved it.

There was a little sting and some pressure as Whitley worked his finger deeper into Jude’s channel, but it wasn’t too bad—possibly because the suction around his dick kept him distracted, but he could live with that. Just when he was getting used to the slow glide of one finger in his ass, Whitley added a second.

Jude definitely felt that, and he still couldn’t decide if it was good or bad. Then those probing digits raked over something inside him that made lights explode in his vision and a loud cry burst from his panting lips.

“Found it.” Whitley chuckled, released Jude’s cock so that it slapped against his lower belly. “One more.”

“Do that again,” Jude begged.

“Who’s in charge here?”
A third finger slid in beside the first two, and Jude’s back bowed up off the carpet as he rocked against his mate’s hand. He supposed that answered the question of if he liked it or not. His orgasm raced toward him, barreling down on him like a freight train. He was so close, just a little more.

Then everything stopped when Whitley eased his fingers from Jude’s ass. “No!”

“Relax, love. I’m going to take good care of you.” The click of the bottle cap sounded again, and Whitley positioned himself between Jude’s thighs, pushing his knees back toward his chest.

The blunt tip of his cock nudged against Jude’s hungry hole, then very slowly, he pushed forward until he breached the guarding ring of muscles. Jude’s next breath caught in his throat and his ass clenched around the invading length.

“Fuck!” he gasped when he could breathe again.

“Breathe,” Whitley urged for the third time. “You have to relax.” His voice sounded strained, and his face was pinched as he continued to ease forward, sheathing himself until his balls nestled firmly against Jude’s ass. “Tell me when you’re ready.”

“Just move,” Jude grunted.

Whitley eased out until only the flared crown remained, then surged forward again. With each thrust, the burn lessened and the pleasure increased. Jude’s cock sprang back to life, hard and throbbing as it bounced against his belly and smeared his lower abs with pre-cum.

“Harder.”

Taking him at his word, Whitley’s fingers dug into the back of his thighs, and he drove into Jude’s ass with a wild intensity. Lifting his arms over his head, Jude braced them against the sofa and began to move with his lover, rocking back so that he could take Whitley deeper inside him.
Bending one leg out to the side, Whitley planted his foot on the floor beside Jude’s hip and bent over him, changing the angle and nailing Jude’s sweet spot on the next forceful plunge.

Over and over, Whitley assaulted his prostate until Jude was nothing more than a mewling heap of writhing mush. When his mate’s long fingers wrapped around his cock and squeezed, he couldn’t have stopped his climax if he’d wanted.

“Whit!” he screamed as his vision dimmed and he completely shattered. Hot ropes of cum shot from his slit, arching into the air and splattering across his chest and stomach. Somewhere in his lust-addled brain he vaguely registered Whitley’s low growl as wet heat coated his inner walls and filled his channel.

“Are you okay?” Whitley asked a moment later as he collapsed onto Jude’s chest.

“We are doing that again. Soon, repeatedly, and often.” Whitley’s chuckle turned to a hiss as his flagging erection slipped from Jude’s still convulsing hole. “I like the sound of that. Not for a couple of days, though. You’re going to be a little sore, I’m afraid.” Jude didn’t care. It was completely worth it. “Maybe a warm bath would help.”

“Mmm, mind if I join you?”

“I was counting on it.”

Whitley rolled off him and pushed to his feet, holding a hand out to help Jude up as well. “Move your sexy ass, Mr. Chambers.” Jude went willingly with a huge smile on his face. “Hey, Whit?” he called over his shoulder.

“Yes?” Whitley answered with a smile in his voice.

“I really love you.”

“I know, love. How could you not?”

Jude chuckled all the way up the stairs and into their private bath.

He couldn’t deny that the guy had a point. He was an amazing man, and he was all Jude’s. He didn’t know what else he could ask for.

“Hey, Jude?”
Jude smirked as he started the bathwater. “Yes?” he answered without turning around. He liked Whitley’s dominant side, but he liked this playful side just as much.

“I really love you, too.”

Smiling so wide his cheeks hurt, Jude climbed into the tub, spread his thighs, and sighed in contentment when Whitley climbed in and settled between his legs, leaning back against his chest. Wrapping his arms around his mate, he held him close and trailed kisses along the side of his neck.

As usual, he’d been wrong. There had been one thing he’d wanted more than anything, and that was Whitley’s love in return. Now that he had it, his Christmas list was going to look a little bleak. “You are seriously ruining my favorite holiday.” Whitley tilted his head back and looked up at Jude in confusion, his eyebrows drawing together and his brow wrinkling. “You know I really don’t understand half of the things that come out of your mouth.”

“Just go with it,” Jude suggested before dipping his head for a kiss. “It’s easier that way.”

“So, what’s your favorite holiday?”

“Christmas.”

“And how did I ruin it again?”

Jude smirked and reached for the soap. “By giving me everything I wanted today.”

THE END

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Gabrielle Evans grew up in a small town in southern Oklahoma.

We are talking one red light that may or may not work depending on the day of the week. She married her high school sweetheart and the rest is pretty much history. They have two very active boys and one high-strung wiener dog that keeps her constantly on the go. For now, she parks her car in central Indiana, but who knows what tomorrow will bring.

Gabrielle believes in love at first sight, falling hard and fast, taking chances, and grabbing your happy-ever-after with both hands.

Most importantly, she believes that a great cup of coffee can cure anything.

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