Jesse Reagan has had more than his share of tragedy, and he may have been dealt another blow when, once again, cancer threatens the sister who raised him. Faced with the possibility of being left behind, Jesse vows to care for her young son, though he’s not convinced he can.
When Trip Cantrell returns to town, he’s blindsided the instant he’s reunited with his kid brother’s lifelong friend, Jesse. His inability to find happiness in the years he’s been gone, suddenly makes sense. Love’s been waiting at home all along.
Life begins to look promising, except for the fact that neither have come out of the closet publicly, and that’s not even their biggest problem. Someone has a secret so shocking they may never find a way past it.
Will they be accepted in their small Texas town, or will secrets, lies, and the threat of tragedy destroy everything?
Be Warned: m/m sex, frottage, rimming
Trip sat down, and Jesse stood over him, his hips aching to roll the second Trip took hold of his pulsing cock. Jesse’s eyes rolled instead. “Oh, God.” Heat blasted his balls, and they tightened as Trip’s fingers gently glided over the tender flesh.
“You’re hung like a fuckin’ horse.”
Jesse chuckled. “Everything’s bigger in Texas, remember?”
Trip glimpsed up at him with a shit-eatin’ grin. “Please tell me you’ve thought about this.”
Jesse bristled. His every nerve tingled at the pleading inflection in Trip’s voice. He cleared his throat and tried his best to free his cluttered mind. “I’ve imagined this too many times.”
“Excellent.” Trip’s amusement resounded in that one simple word. He flicked the head of Jesse’s cock with the tip of his tongue, further solidifying his confidence.
Jesse’s heart raced, and he bit his bottom lip, struggling to remain standing as his knees threatened to buckle. “Feels … so … good.” His eyes fluttered closed, but he opened them quickly. Afraid he’d miss something.
Trip gripped the base of Jesse’s shaft, and warmth engulfed every inch as his cock disappeared inside Trip’s mouth.
Jesse watched his prick dip in over and over as Trip sucked him off. Pressure built with each slow, sensual bob of Trip’s head. Jesse gasped when Trip’s fingers slipped between his ass cheeks, and toyed with his anus. “Oh fuck.”
Trip scooted to the edge of the sofa, taking in even more of Jesse’s engorged cock. Slurping sounds reverberated throughout the room, and a cool, wet sensation tickled the inside of Jesse’s thigh from Trip’s saliva.
“So fucking sweet.” Trip flattened his tongue on the underside of Jesse’s dick and lapped up the clear-pink pre-cum bubbling from the tip.
Jesse wanted more. He thrust his hips, forcing his cock deeper into Trip’s mouth, and moaned from the pure pleasure scattering throughout his body. “I wanna fuck you so bad.” No statement had ever been truer.
As if compelled by Jesse’s words alone, Trip leaned back and spread his legs. He moved his hand to his own shaft and stroked himself slow and purposefully.
Hell yeah. Jesse licked his lips, enjoying every second of Trip’s erotic endeavor. He lowered himself to the floor, wedged his body between Trip’s legs. His hard cock jammed against Trip’s balls.
Trip took Jesse’s cock and rubbed it against his own, jerking them both off at the same time.
Jesse’s cock was a little larger, but the girth of Trip’s made up for the difference in length. “Mmm,” Jesse moaned again, seeing their cocks sliding into each other. His need to touch Trip overwhelmed him. He ran hungry fingers up Trip’s stomach and chest, lightly plucking the flesh around Trip’s beaded nipples, provoking a quick jerk from the other man.
Trip sat up, and grabbed the back of Jesse’s neck, and kissed him hard. “Playtime’s over.” He nudged Jesse back, and got up, leaving Jesse kneeling on the floor alone, his cock throbbing with only one way to relieve it.
