as he pumped his finger in John’s hole.
“Fucking shit!” John’s thick thighs tightened on either side of him, his big body beginning to tremble.
The angle was weird, but Lukas sucked as much of John’s cock into his mouth as he could and worked his finger in him fast. Just as John was starting to moan and precum was pouring into Lukas’s mouth, he rubbed right over John’s prostate twice.
Semen flooded his mouth, and he moaned as he swallowed a few times to get it all. He slowly pulled his finger out and released John’s softening cock. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart as he scrambled up and back onto John’s body.
Plastered to his sweaty back, he wrapped his arms around John and flexed his hips, rubbing his erection against the top of John’s ass and lower back.
“I can help you, baby,” John murmured, though he didn’t move a single muscle.
Pressing a kiss into John’s neck, he said, “Just let me… Fuck, I’m so close. The taste of your cum is still in my mouth. I just need…”
He grunted as he thrust a little harder, catching the edge of his orgasm and falling into it, shuddering and squeezing his arms. Panting, he let his limbs go lax and grinned at the floaty feeling filling him.
“That was fun,” he finally said, nuzzling into John and getting comfortable.
“We need to shower again, but yeah, we can mark that down as something we should do again.” John’s voice was still kind of muffled in his pillow. After another few moments of silence, he turned his head and said, “Best apology blowjob ever, baby.”
Lukas cackled so hard he accidentally rolled off John’s back.
Chapter Fourteen
The two weeks following his family vacation were some of the best of Lukas’s life, and he wasn’t even sure how it was possible for things to be even better than they had been while he and John had been holed up in the cabin together. Somehow, they were. They spent almost every night together, and the last two weekends, John had worked diligently to turn Lukas’s backyard into something respectable.
They’d spent a lot of time at John’s place, but Lukas felt guilty if they stayed the night over there too often. Even though Ruby had started coming with him to John’s, he knew it wasn’t fair to poor Leeloo to be left alone so often, but bringing a cat to your sort-of boyfriend’s was just… weird. Right?
The only other dark spot that was keeping him from being obnoxiously happy all the time was currently standing in the waiting room of the vet clinic, arms crossed over his thick chest and frown hidden behind his beard.
Lukas shot an apologetic look at Jenna and Kevin and hurried around the reception area, grabbed Hank’s arm, and yanked him into an empty exam room. “What the fuck are you doing here, Hank?”
“You haven’t answered my texts. I just wanted to talk, and you ignored me. It’s been like a month,” Hank growled, prowling around the small space.
Luckily, it was the end of the day, so there weren’t a bunch of patients waiting to be seen just outside the door, but unluckily, John had dropped him off that morning and was due to pick him up in… Oh, right about then. It was true, he had ignored the couple of texts Hank had sent him along the lines of “Can we just talk please?” hoping his silence would answer for him.
“You can’t keep doing this,” Lukas whispered, putting his hand up, trying to calm Hank’s agitated pacing. “It’s over between us, and I’m not going to change my mind because you stalk me.”
Hank’s mouth dropped open in surprise. “What? Lukas, that’s not… I just wanted to explain something to you, but you won’t give me five minutes.”
Lukas studied his handsome face and sighed. He firmly believed he didn’t owe Hank anything—not even five minutes to hear his excuse for laughing at Lukas—but his sad, gray eyes were tugging at Lukas’s heartstrings. John was not going to be pleased.
“Lukas? Everything okay?” Kevin asked from the other side of the door just behind Lukas, his voice even and firm.
“I’m fine,” he called, then lowered his voice once more. “Listen, my boyfriend is picking me up. Go out to your truck and meet us at my house. You do not get to come inside, but you will get two minutes—two, Hank—to tell me whatever is you need to say so damn badly.”
He saw