Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

hot. "We're going to have sex, right?"
    A crooked smile flitted across Jude's face. "I kinda thought that was the idea."
    "Good. Me, too. I just don't know..." Shit, could he sound like a bigger idiot? "How does it work?"
    "You're kidding me."
    "I mean, who's doing who?" he blurted. "I never thought about that."
    Jude laughed. It should have been humiliating, but the sound only made Ethan want him more. There wasn't a trace of mocking in it. "Damn," he said. "This is a first for me. Don't take this the wrong way, Ethan, but you're fucking adorable."
    "Thanks." He gave a tentative smile. "I'm serious, though."
    "I know you are." Jude leaned in and kissed him, a gentle brush of lips that left him shuddering. "It's your first time," he half-whispered. "How do you want it to work?"
    "I think..." Ethan swallowed. "I want to do you. If that's okay."
    "It's perfect. I love catching." Smiling, Jude leaned back and stood.
    "Where are you going?"
    "We're missing something. Don't move." Jude strode over to the tent and ducked inside. After a minute, he returned and knelt next to Ethan, and held up a small white tube. "This is the most important four-letter L word for us," he said.
    "Lube?"
    "Don't leave home without it." Jude handed it to him, and his easy smile faltered. "Your ankle," he said. "Are you going to be okay?"
    He couldn't help grinning. "I'm not planning to use my ankle for this."
    With a low moan, Jude started unbuttoning his jeans.
    Ethan grabbed his hand. "Wait."
    " Now what?"
    "Let me do it."
    "Mmm. Okay."
    Ethan maneuvered his way up to his knees and slipped around behind Jude. Instinct he hadn't known he possessed had started to take hold. He slid his arms around Jude's waist, ran his palms beneath the shirt to feel the warm, firm skin beneath.
    Jude hissed sharply and pressed back against his chest. "Pants," he said. "Take them off."
    "Getting there." Ethan kissed the side of his neck before his hands moved down to open button and zipper. He tugged everything down at once, and Jude's exposed cock sprang to attention. A guttural sound caught in Ethan's throat. "Let me touch you," he said.
    "Yes."
    He wrapped a hand around Jude's cock and pumped gently, the way he would have started himself off. Jude shivered in his arms. Ethan kept going until his own need throbbed in rhythm with every stroke, and he let go reluctantly so he could unbutton his jeans.
    Jude instantly went down on hands and knees, and tossed a smile over his shoulder. "Don't forget the lube."
    "Mmph." After what felt like an eternity of fumbling, Ethan finally managed to get his pants down, and then snatched the little tube. He flipped the top open and squeezed out a palm full of cool, clear gel. Then he caught sight of his target. "My God," he breathed. "Your ass is beautiful."
    "Ethan!" Jude laughed, low and rasping. "Stop talking and fuck me."
    With a little nod, he smeared the lube in place and placed his hands on Jude's hips. He positioned his cock at the entrance, hesitating for just a moment, and then slid slowly inside.
    His shout of pleasure mingled with Jude's. "So fucking good," he ground out. He tried to stay still, to savor the feeling of his cock buried in Jude's ass, but the need that blasted through him forced him to move—long, slow strokes at first, sensation humming and slipping along every inch.
    Then he was pumping, pounding, every breath a gasp fueled by the sounds Jude made, that echoed the cries in his heart.
    He didn't have time to pull out. His climax burst in a hot flood, and he could only bury himself deeper as he clutched Jude tightly to him, and the scream that left him scorched his throat.
    Through it, he heard Jude shout—and felt the rock-hard clench of his ass as he came, too.
    Ethan collapsed with a delicious shudder, rolled onto his back and pulled Jude on top of him. "You're amazing," he murmured, stroking the man's sweat-dampened hair. "Is it always like that?"
    Jude let out a soft laugh. "It can be. With the right man."
    "That's you." He exhaled slowly. "Stay right here. You're so warm..."
    Ethan barely realized he was falling asleep—or that every mocking, fearful voice in his head had fallen silent. A smile still lingered on his lips as he slipped under, his arms locked around Jude.
    CHAPTER 5
    For the second morning in a row, Jude woke all wrapped up in Ethan.
    He'd managed to get them into the tent, with Ethan half-asleep and protesting mildly. Now he was spooned into Ethan's embrace, with the man's