Chapter 62

Ethan unbuckled Jesse’s belt and unsnapped his jeans. His hands slipped beneath the rough denim material to cup the outlaw’s erection. Within minutes Jesse had Ethan’s clothing off, tossed aside in his haste. There was no loving foreplay, no time spent relearning the planes of their bodies and how well they meshed together. Jesse’s kisses demanded submission, and Ethan rolled over beneath him willingly. He wanted this man in him again, filling him, completing him. On his stomach, he arched his back and raised his butt in the air, legs apart, cheeks tensed in his need. “Please,” he sobbed, as Jesse held him close with one arm, and his other hand eased between Ethan’s legs, rubbing cooking lard along his balls and ass. One slick finger entered him; Ethan clenched his muscles around it as he gasped the outlaw’s name.