JACE (Lane Brothers Book 3) by Kristina Weaver Page B

how to avoid the intimacy, I’m thinking about ways to ensure that I get to keep this intimacy for the rest of my life.
    ***
    “Good morning, sleepy head.”
    I wake with a smile and a moan when I feel lips gliding over my face before settling against mine for a slow, easy kiss that makes my toes curl with need.
    “Hey. Stop that. You’re injured,” I mumble against his lips when his hand pushes beneath the shirt and settles just below my breast.
    “Nuh-uh. This is the first time I get you in my bed and you want me to stop?”
    My eyes crack open and I look up at him with a smile that he returns.
    “We still have time, Jace. There’s no rush,” I whisper, leaning up to kiss him sweetly before pulling away.
    His face is downcast, though, and I get to see the first blush he’s ever given me when he looks away and winces.
    “I’ve been thinking about this for weeks, babe, and not…it’s hard to sleep beside you all night after wanting you for so long only to be…”
    He flops down with a grunt and throws an arm over his face in defeat.
    “I want you so bad, I mean.” He waves down at his crotch and I feel my lips tip in a smirk. “But I feel so weak and I just…”
    You know what I’ve learned recently? Fear and reticence is a waste of good life. I could probably take the whole fear thing and run with it till doomsday, including my fear of hurting him more than he already is.
    I don’t, though. I decide to return the favor and see if I still have some skill left in this department after years of no practice.
    “Wha—fuck, Trace, babe, you don’t have to…”
    Oh, but I really do.
    ***
    Jace
    I love her. I totally love her as she pushes my hands away and continues to swallow my length with a skill and knowledge acquired only through familiarity with your partner.
    Trace was always shy and afraid of doing something wrong when giving me head, even after I showed her what to do and how I like to be sucked.
    Apparently my little flower has bloomed, because she is definitely not shy anymore as she wraps a hand around my dick and starts stroking my length while sucking at my head with enough pressure to rev me up but keep me teetering on the edge of bliss.
    “Oh, Trace, yeah, babe, just like that,” I groan, digging my fingers into the sheets with a moan and the urge to start thrusting just to get my first load off before I die of pleasure.
    Tracy has other ideas, though, and I almost disgrace myself when she pulls back and uses her tongue to lick around the head and dips into the slit for a taste of my pre-cum.
    “Mmmm.”
    The vibrations caused by her moans is another added sensation that travels straight from my balls all the way to that place in my spine that signals my oncoming release.
    “Trace, babe, pull back,” I grunt, losing the fight with my body as my hips start pumping up instinctively.
    “Mmmm.”
    “Trace.”
    Oh sweet Jesus, I can feel the tremors caused by her constant moans travelling the length of my shaft as her mouth slips up and down in a wet slide that’s in perfect sync with the stroking of her tightly fisted little hand.
    I’m so close I start to tense and shake at the same time. I feel the tingling in my spine turn into full-blown shocks.
    “Trace. Babe, pull off, I’m going to come,” I gasp, trying and failing to still my wildly thrusting hips and the need to curl my fingers in her hair and just push into her mouth in search of the ultimate pleasure that I’ve only ever really felt with her.
    “Trace.”
    It’s too late even as I grunt her name and try to pull away, because the minute I do, she starts sucking so hard my eyes cross and my cum shoots free without warning.
    The pleasure is absolute and so encompassing that by the time I’m drained and boneless with pleasure it’s been several minutes of nothing but silence and the steady beating of my heart.
    “Jace.”
    I don’t want to open my eyes and meet her gaze. I’m too shamed, too horrified that I just