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wanted to run his tongue down the length of the man’s chest to the prize he’d felt poking against him earlier.
    Brac huffed out a loud breath as his speed increased. If only he could break through Jessup’s walls. Brac couldn’t put his finger on it, but he knew there was a loving man underneath the gruff exterior and he wanted more than anything to release Jessup from the self-imposed prison he’d built around himself.
    “Jessup!” he yelled at the point of climax. The intense orgasm dropped him to his knees right there in the dirt. Shit. He had to get a handle on his feelings. It was completely possible he’d never get through to Jessup and the two of them would part company without experiencing the joy of fucking.
    “What happened?” Jessup panted, tearing down the path at a full run.
    Brac blinked several times, still lost within his thoughts. “What?”
    Jessup stopped in front of Brac and stared down. “I thought you were hurt,” he mumbled.
    Brac realised he was still holding his cock. His hand was covered with thick strands of cum, leaving no doubt of what he’d been up to. “Sorry.” He released his cock and looked around for something to wipe his hands on.
    Jessup fell to his knees in front of Brac and grabbed him by the wrist. “What’s this?”
    Brac looked away, unable to meet Jessup’s gaze. He felt warmth on the back of his hand and glanced back to see Jessup’s tongue travelling up the length of his fingers. Surprised at the gesture, Brac couldn’t help but stare as Jessup continued to clean the drying cum. Maybe breaking down Jessup’s walls wouldn’t be as hard as he’d thought. It took trust to ingest another man’s seed. “I’m clean,” he whispered.
    Jessup grinned. “That’s a damn good thing because I didn’t even think to ask.” He shook his head. “You make me want to do a lot of things I never would’ve attempted before.” He pressed Brac’s hand against his chest. “For the record, you taste good.”
    Chuckling, Brac bent over and planted his mouth over Jessup’s for a deep kiss. “Good to know,” he whispered, pulling out of the kiss.
    “I shouldn’t have run away like I did.” Jessup ran his hands through Brac’s hair. “I want things, but I can’t trust myself not to hurt you. I proved that to myself earlier.”
    Brac skimmed his lips over Jessup’s, needing the brief contact. “I’m fine. It’ll just take a while to figure out the boundaries, but I think it’ll be worth it.”
    A bush rustled and Jessup released his hold on Brac’s hair and jumped to his feet. Brac grabbed Jessup’s hand and stood. “Don’t worry, I’m sure it’s just another rabbit. I had one scare the crap out of me earlier.”
    Jessup continued to survey their surroundings. “Let’s get back to the house. Guess since neither of us caught anything we’ll be having hamburgers again.”
    “ Or you could take me into town?” Brac pleaded. “You said there aren’t any reporters, and I’d really like to see Kit. Maybe we could invite them to dinner.”
    Jessup seemed to study Brac for several moments. “Does that mean you’re ready to move back to town?”
    Careful not to make a wrong move, Brac leaned against Jessup’s chest. “No. Maybe I’ll talk to Ezra about renting the cabin until I have to go back to California.”
    Jessup pressed his cheek against Brac’s . “And when do you think that’ll be?”
    “I don’t know. Honestly, I don’t even want to think about it.” Damn, he wished he could wrap himself around Jessup and hold on forever. The revelation surprised him. He wondered if he felt that way because it was such a farfetched dream. Closing his eyes, Brac pressed his face against Jessup’s neck, trying to brand the man’s smell on his psyche.
    When he felt Jessup’s hands land on his hips, Brac felt like rejoicing. “Take me on a date. A real one,” he whispered.
    Jessup cleared his throat before dropping his hands from Brac’s hips.