“No,” I say, even as my chest aches at thinking of Abraham with another. “I suppose I should be grateful for it if I’m to benefit.”
He lets out a quiet hum, lips pressing to my knee as his fingers rub over me. I try not to tense, but it’s entirely foreign, what he’s doing, and when he pushes, there’s no stopping my surprise.
Abraham’s voice is hoarse, his words distracting me away from the fingers pressing inside my body. “There won’t ever be another for me, Jasper. Not now that I’ve found you.”
“You mean that?” I ask, choking over the words.
“I do.”
“I can’t promise…”
“I know.” He leans down to feather kisses along my waning prick. “I won’t harbor upset over it, my love. I will not judge you by your birth.”
I nearly sob at the affirmation of the request I gave Abraham when we first met. By all accounts, we shouldn’t be here. We never should have become friends. Never should have become lovers. If not for Catherine falling ill, I wouldn’t know Abraham’s name. His eyes. His smile. The kiss of his lips.
I wouldn’t knowhim, and that is not a world I wish to live in.
“Please take me, Abraham. I cannot bear another second apart.”
His eyes meet mine, both tender and fierce.
I have no doubt Abraham Morris would grant me my heart’s every desire. If only he were able.
Chapter 8
Abraham
Resisting Jasper has never been a strength of mine. With him all but pleading for me to mount him? I haven’t the will to stay away.
I run my tongue up the length of his shaft, listening to his inhale, taking him into my mouth until he’s fully hard once more. He watches me with trusting eyes, his cheeks rosy in the last of the evening sun.
I’d capture him like this if I could. Draw him for my own so that I’d never forget a single second.
But I am no artist. Nor keeper of time.
So like many things in life, I let myself appreciate the fleeting beauty in front of me before it’s gone.
“Turn over,” I request. “It will be easier for you. This first time.”
Jasper nods, twisting onto his stomach atop the blanket, the sight of his bare cheeks before me nearly as arresting as his smile. I press a kiss to each side of his bottom.
“On your knees,” I whisper.
Jasper hastens to comply, and it’s near impossible to stop myself from touching. So I don’t even try. I map my hands over his backside, down his thighs, brush my fingers up along the insides of his legs as they shake. His prick is hard, his body bared to me.
“Are you ready for my cock, Jasper?”
He inhales a shuddering breath, his audible shock at the improper word causing me to let loose a soft laugh. “Abe.”
“Have I scandalized you at last?”
Jasper looks back at me as I coat myself in oil. He licks his lips. “No. I’m ready for you. Please.”
It’s a true miracle I’m able to hold myself still as I press against him. His body doesn’t yet know what to do to make this easier, so I ease forward slowly, whispering sweet words I hope will help him to relax.
“You are beautiful, my star. If I could, I would spend eternity here with you, and I wouldn’t want for anything. I would look into your eyes and have everything I need.”
“Abraham.” The hitch in his voice has me running a hand over him soothingly.
