Found_Hamilton's Heroes series_Book 1 Page 11

  Jeremy swallowed hard and I watched as his emerald eyes flared then shifted to a dark mossy color. “Are you sure?” His voice was deeper than usual and the gravelly sound of it sent a delicious chill up my spine.

  “Yes,” I whispered. He searched my face for a moment. I could tell that he was worried that he might be taking advantage of me after my episode by the lake, but I’d already questioned that myself.

  The truth was, I didn’t want to be with him because of what had happened, but rather in spite of it. Somehow, through all the horrors of my past, I’d found someone who brought light and laughter back into my life. It was as if my life had taken a wrong turn all those years ago, veering off course from what it was meant to be. With Jeremy, I felt like I was finally getting back on the right path.

  Jeremy still looked hesitant, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. Sitting up, I kicked the covers off and scooted towards the edge of the bed. I glanced up at Jeremy. His head was tilted down, and his eyelids grew heavy as his gaze roamed over my naked body. I shivered at the blatant look of lust in his eyes and it emboldened me.

  I took my time looking him over. There were a few scars, silvery in the moonlight, along his chest and arms and I wondered if they were from his time in the Air Force. Instead of taking away from his beauty, they only added to his overall perfection. His broad shoulders boasted a few freckles which led to a smattering of auburn hair on top of firm pecs. His arms were well-defined, corded in sleek muscles under his smooth skin. His waist was narrow with rippling abs and a thin line of hair that disappeared into the white towel around his hips.

  My eyes darted to his. He was watching me, waiting to see what I would do next. Patiently letting me be the one to decide what would happen. Holding his stare, I reached for his towel. I watched him inhale sharply and then hold it as I tugged at the material, pulling it away from his body and letting it drop so that it pooled around his feet.

  My eyes slid downward, and my mouth watered at the sight of his beautiful cock. It was long and thick and jutted out proudly from his body. The thatch of auburn hair around the base was neatly trimmed and I longed to burrow my face in it, inhaling in his musk. His sac hung heavily between his thighs and pre-cum leaked from his slit.

  Desire ripped through me, surprising me with its intensity, and I reached out and wrapped my hand around his shaft. Jeremy groaned above me, spurring me on. Never before had I taken the time to worry about my partner’s pleasure, but I wanted to please Jeremy.

  Leaning forward, I swiped my tongue over his slit. Salty goodness coated my tongue and I moaned as I swallowed it. I opened my mouth and sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. Jeremy growled, a low animalistic sound that drove me wild and left me feeling dizzy with lust. I swallowed him down, taking him to the back of my throat in one easy movement.

  Jeremy’s hands landed on the back of my head, his fingers gripping my hair gently as he urged me on. I could feel his restraint in the tense coiling of his body, but he let me set the pace, refusing to push me too far. I continued sucking him, my head bobbing up and down and slicking him with my saliva. I didn’t stop until I felt him pushing on my shoulders.

  “You have to stop. I won’t last much longer if you keep that up,” he warned.

  I gave him a devilish grin, quite pleased with myself. Jeremy shook his head. “You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?”

  I didn’t get a chance to respond before Jeremy leaned down, capturing my mouth in a blistering kiss. Lowering me back onto the bed, he followed me down, covering me with the weight of his body and surrounding me with his warmth. I spread my legs and he settled between my thighs. I moaned as he began trailing kisses down my throat and my eyes rolled back in my head when he latched onto the tender skin of my collarbone and sucked.

  My hips jerked up in response and I heard him curse as our cocks thrust together. Liquid heat pooled low in my belly and I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking them in place at the ankles as he ground his erection against my own.

  “Do you have supplies?” he breathed into my ear. I stilled in his arms and my legs dropped back down as I let out a frustrated groan.

  “I have lube, but no condoms. I’m sorry, I didn’t think about that. I’ve never brought anyone here before,” I explained. Disappointment swept through me and I felt horrible to have gotten us both worked up for nothing.

  “It’s okay. I have one in my wallet. Let me go get it,” he said.

  He started to pull away but must’ve noticed the look on my face. I knew I had no right to judge anything he did. It wasn’t like I hadn’t been with other men before. Still, it made my stomach hurt to picture him with anyone else. Suddenly his weight was back on me. He bracketed my head with each of his forearms and stared into my eyes, refusing to let me look away, even when I tried.

  “Baby, I haven’t been with anyone else in over seven months. I bought a box of condoms after our date. Not that I expected anything from you,” he rushed to assure me. “I was just hopeful.”

  I melted at the endearment. He’d called me that before and every time I heard it, it made me feel special, like I held a place in his heart that no one else did. I slid my arms around his neck and brought our foreheads together.

  “You don’t need to explain. It just caught me off guard, but you don’t owe me anything. It’s not like we’re exclusive,” I said, the words tasting bitter in my mouth.

  Jeremy pulled back, a fierce scowl on his face, but there was also a level of vulnerability I hadn’t seen on him before. “I don’t want to be with anyone else. Do you?” he asked.

  “No,” I responded quickly then I let out a sigh. “This is new for me. The friendship and the things I feel when I’m with you, it’s all new for me. But I want to see what happens, with you. I only want you.” It wasn’t quite a declaration of love, but it was scary enough saying that much without revealing just how deep those feelings ran.

  Jeremy stared at me for a moment and I saw tenderness in his eyes and something else that had me hoping that maybe he felt the same way. He kissed me sweetly. “I’ll be right back.”

  I watched him get up, the taut globes of his ass on full display as he walked away and disappeared into the hallway. Once he was gone, I reached into the drawer beside my bed and pulled out a bottle of lube, setting it on top of the nightstand. He was back a moment later, smiling proudly as he held a condom packet up between two fingers.

  I laughed. There was something so familiar and easy about being with Jeremy. Maybe it was because we were friends first or maybe it was just his personality, but either way, he made me feel comfortable and I was able to relax and enjoy the anticipation that was building inside me. He laid the condom next to the lube and climbed back onto the bed.

  “Now, where were we?” he teased as he hovered over me.

  I grinned up at him. “I think you were about to suck my cock,” I said, saucily.

  “Oh, yes! That was it, exactly.” Jeremy nodded eagerly.

  There was absolutely no hesitation that time as he bent his head and circled my nipple with his tongue. He continued, licking a warm, wet path down my stomach and around my navel. I was breathing heavily by the time he settled himself between my thighs, the wide expanse of his shoulders forcing my legs further apart.

  I pulled a pillow under my head, so I could see what he was doing. His hands slid under me, gripping and kneading my ass. His fingers gently spread my cheeks apart and I held my breath. He didn’t move or say anything for what seemed like ages, but his eyes flared as he looked at me, at the most private parts of me. I’d never felt so completely exposed to another person in my life and it made my blood boil with unexplored desire. Holy shit! Do I have a voyeur kink?

  Figuring that out would have to wait though, because all coherent thoughts flew out the window when Jeremy snaked his tongue through my crack. I’d never been on either side of a rim job before, but I was suddenly a fan. A big fan.

  Jeremy licked me all over, moani
ng as if I were the best thing he’d ever tasted. The tip of his tongue dipped in and out of me, loosening me up and driving me closer and closer to the edge. My fists gripped the sheets and my head tossed back and forth on the pillow as he worked a spit-slicked finger inside me. He licked my sac, sucking one of my balls into his mouth and rolling it around with his tongue. He showed the other ball just as much attention while he added another finger inside me.

  He reached up with his free hand and grasped my cock in his fist. He pulled it down to his mouth and I bit my lip to keep from screaming as he engulfed the head with his mouth. His tongue teased over the bundle of nerves just beneath the crown until I didn’t think I could take any more. I reached down with both hands and gripped the back of his head and I heard his deep chuckle right before he sucked me into his tight throat.

  I felt the head of my cock hit the back of his throat and he swallowed around my girth at the same time his finger hit that magical spot inside me. My back arched off the bed and my body went rigid as a powerful orgasm rushed over me. I heard myself scream his name as wave after wave of ecstasy surged through me.

  Jeremy licked me clean of every last drop as I dropped back onto the bed, limp, shaking and gasping for air. My head felt fuzzy as he began placing soft kisses up my body. When we were face-to-face again, he settled his weight onto me, grounding me as I drifted back down to earth. I opened my eyes and saw him staring at me, an affectionate smile on his face.

  “That was…Oh, God. I don’t know what it was,” I mumbled, still not able to string all of my thoughts together.

  Jeremy chuckled. “Good?” he asked.

  I shook my head. “No, that’s not it. It was better than that.”

  “Amazing? Incredible? The best you’ve ever had?” he joked.

  I ran my thumb along his jaw and gave him a serious look. “It was all of those things and more,” I whispered. He kissed me then and I could taste myself on his tongue. It excited me more than I thought it would, like he had some sort of ownership over me. I definitely have some hidden kinks to explore. My heart beat faster at the thought of exploring those things with him.

  “Please, Jeremy. I still want to feel you inside me,” I said.

  He kissed me once again and then sat up on his knees and reached across me for the supplies. I ran the palms of my hands over his stomach and chest, reveling in the feel of his powerful muscles and wanting him to unleash some of that power onto me.

  He tore the wrapper open and quickly rolled the condom down his still hard cock. I sat up and grabbing the lube from him, poured some into my hand. Jeremy’s mouth formed a perfect circle as I rubbed my slick hand over his cock and I pushed myself up with my other hand and traced the shape of his lips with my tongue.

  I lay back down and rubbed some of the lube around my entrance. Jeremy licked his lips as he watched me, clearly liking what he saw. I enjoyed having his eyes on me and I moved my fingers slowly, dipping them in and out of my hole and putting on a show for him.

  Eventually, I pushed him too far and he pounced on me with a loud, hungry growl. Jeremy was the strongest, most powerful man I’d ever met and yet it seemed that I held power over him. It was a heady feeling and I loved it. It made me feel like we were equals.

  “I can’t wait any longer,” he breathed.

  “Do it. I want to feel you stretching me open,” I insisted.

  Jeremy visibly shuddered and then he was kneeling between my legs again. I grabbed another pillow and shoved it under my hips as he lined the head of his cock up with my hole. There was a moment when he looked up at me and it was as if we both recognized the importance of what was about to happen. This was more than just a way to get off and we both knew it.

  He held my gaze as he began to push into me. I gripped his biceps as I was faced with an intense pressure and burning. My jaw clamped and sweat broke out across my brow as I fought against the pain. It had been a long time since I’d bottomed, and my body needed time to adjust.

  Jeremy stilled above me, as patient as ever. “Just breathe through it, baby,” he reminded me.

  I felt myself relax with his words and we both breathed a sigh of relief as he slid in the rest of the way. He rocked his hips slowly, melting the pain away and replacing it with pure pleasure. My hands moved to his back and my fingers dug into his skin as the muscles bunched just under the surface. His lips found mine and we shared a long, passionate kiss.

  Jeremy paused and lifted one of my legs, hooking it over his shoulder and spreading me wide. When he lunged forward, his cock pushed deeper than before. I stretched my arms above my head and flattened my palms against the headboard, holding myself steady as his cock brushed against my prostate with unerring precision. It was frantic and sweaty, passionate and wild, and I never wanted it to end.

  Before long, a second orgasm started to build inside of me and I slid my hand between us, gripping my cock and jerking it up and down. Within seconds, I was teetering on the edge. I looked up at him, biting my lip as I fought to hold back.

  “Let go, baby. I’m right behind you,” Jeremy said through gritted teeth.

  With that, I let my orgasm take charge and I was sent spiraling through the atmosphere, explosions going off all around me. I forced my eyes open, wanting to see my lover come undone. Sweat was dripping off of Jeremy’s forehead, landing on my chest in big wet drops as he continued to thrust his hips, slamming into me.

  I watched as he suddenly stiffened above me and came with his head thrown back and a loud wail tearing from his lips. It was the single most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life and I wanted to shout out to the entire world that I was the one to make him lose control that way.

  Jeremy gently moved my leg, then collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and shoulders, kissing the top of his head and whispering nonsense to him as he struggled to gain control of his breathing. His arms tightened around my sides, his fingers digging in as if he wanted to hold onto our connection just a little bit longer, the same as me.

  After a while, he lifted his head and gave me a sleepy, sated smile. I smiled back at him as I rubbed delicate patterns over his slick back with my fingertips. His eyes flitted over my face and his smile slid away as he stretched up to give me a kiss. I closed my eyes as he stretched further, kissing my eyelids, down my nose and over my cheeks until finally, his lips landed on the scar near my eye.

  I squeezed my eyes tight and swallowed around the lump of emotion clogging my throat. Even after everything we’d just done, I’d never been more vulnerable than I was in that moment. In that moment, it wasn’t just my body I was allowing him to see, but rather the darkest recesses of my soul where my deepest heartache lay hidden. Tears leaked out on either side of my eyes, trailing a path down my temples and wetting my hair.

  “Shhh,” Jeremy whispered in my ear.

  He kissed away my tears and when I opened my eyes, there was no shame or contempt or disgust in his expression. Instead, I saw loyalty and understanding and possibly even love staring back at me. I gathered him up in a tight hug and held onto him, suddenly afraid. I’d never known anyone like him, never dreamed that someone as amazing as him would want to be with me. I hadn’t loved anyone in years, and never in the way I loved Jeremy. That was what terrified me the most because I had no idea how I would survive it if he decided to walk away.

  I fell asleep in his arms, with his breath in my ear and his warmth surrounding me. I barely stirred a little while later when he rolled away, disposing of the condom and then pulled me back into his arms, his chest pressed up against my back. My brother visited my dreams that night and, in my dreams, he was smiling, happy that I had found love.

  I woke with my arms wrapped around Zach. His back was pressed snug against my chest and his breathing was even. I nuzzled my nose into his hair and breathed in deeply, smiling as his familiar sweet scent filled my senses. I’d woken just like that, nearly every day for the last two weeks and each time, it brought a smile to my face.
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br />   Something significant had occurred between us Memorial Day weekend. Making love with him had strengthened the bond that already existed between us. I felt closer to him than anyone else in my life, including Brandon.

  I’d never felt that way before, even with the few men I’d considered boyfriends. With them, it had been more about the sex and having someone to hang out with on the weekends. But with Zach, it was completely different. Of course, the sex was phenomenal, but I was just as happy on the nights when we lay in bed, arms and legs wrapped around each other, whispering in the dark.

  I felt like there was nothing I could say to him that he wouldn’t understand. Except, of course, for the one thing I was terrified to tell him; my real reason for being there. Guilt hung off me like a cloak. I was lying to everyone; Zach, Edith, and Micah. I hadn’t even told Brandon what was really going on, although I was pretty sure he suspected.

  Still, the selfish part of me wanted more time with Zach before I either had to move on and continue my search or tell him why I was really there and take him back to Micah. A couple of times, I’d seen a look in Zach’s eyes that made me wonder. If I found out he wasn’t Zane and I had to move on, would he be willing to go with me? But then I’d picture how peaceful he seemed when we sat by the lake, looking out over the water, and I knew I could never ask him to give that up. He’d been through a lot in his life, that much was evident, and he deserved to stay in a place that brought him peace.

  Even though he hadn’t told me the depths of it yet, I could tell that there were things in his past that had been very traumatic. His reaction to the fight at the lake that night proved it. I wanted to ask him about it, about his reaction and the events that had led up to his mother’s death, but I didn’t. If he was going to open up to me about all of that, I wanted him to do it in his own way, in his own time.

  Through it all, I still was no closer to figuring out if he was really Zane Wilkinson. The file I had on him only included the hospital reports and the photo of the boy, who looked nothing like Zach other than the hair and the eyes. Even the scarring around Zach’s eye could’ve been the result of Zane’s injuries and subsequent surgery, but it was difficult to say. The plastic surgeon’s notes clearly stated that Zane’s face had been horribly disfigured when he arrived at the hospital and was still too swollen when he checked himself out to determine how much the surgeries would’ve altered his appearance.