“You didn’t even wince at the word lamb! I’m so proud.” Early’s grin was wide and…
“Are you naked?”
“Not totally.”
His man, half naked with that so-called landscaper in the house? “Just shirtless, huh? Did Ian leave like I told him to?”
Early shrugged. “I’m in the bedroom. I haven’t even looked. The boys are spending the night at the Harrisons—they have boys the same ages as ours.”
“So you’re home alone and half naked?” He grinned, feeling naughty. “You should be all naked.”
“I want to be all naked. With you. Naked. Together.” Early sat on the bed, and he smiled at the sight of the deep blue quilt. His favorite color.
“Well,” he picked up his wine and headed upstairs. “We could get close. We could be all naked together on FaceTime.”
“We can. It’s not the same, but it’s better than jacking off thinking about you.”
He set his wine down and slipped out of his T-shirt. “Of course it’s better. It’s jacking off to me jacking off. And I hit the gym today so I’m feeling pretty pumped up, I’ll have you know.” He’d never have Early’s shoulders, or his tan, but he wasn’t a slug.
“Uhn.”
Oh. Oh, that was a pure needy sound, and it straightened his shoulders.
“Let’s see.” He propped his phone up against a pillow and stripped out of his sweatpants—slowly, for Early’s benefit. His skin tingled at the idea of turning Early on, of knowing he was wanted. Early was never shy about that, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t love it.
Early licked his lips, eyes burning into him. “Damn, darlin’… I can damn near smell you.”
He loved the tension in his husband’s voice. He knew that sound so well. “I just showered, so I smell like soap and shampoo. Take your jeans off, cowboy.”
“Damn, this shower needs you in it. I need to be in you.” Early’s zipper made the best sound.
“Two weeks, honey. Two, instead of three.” He leaned against the headboard and arranged the phone just so—Early would get a decent view. He touched himself—it wasn’t the first time Early had watched him jack off, hell at this point in their marriage, they’d done just about everything, so he wasn’t self-conscious at all.
“Fourteen days. God. Fourteen days and you’ll be in my arms.” Early crawled up into the bed.
“For good. Fourteen days until the hand around my cock is yours again. Until I get to keep you up all night and feel you all day long.” He moaned, that thought bringing more heat to his fingers. It climbed up his chest too, arousal making him warm.
“It’s too long, but it’s a goal. Fourteen days. I’m going to tear your ass up.” Early’s eyes were eating him alive.
“I’m going to let you, and I’m going to love it.” His own need was building so he got a nice firm grip and stroked himself like he would if he were alone, only his eyes were on Early instead of closed and imagining he wasn’t by himself. He slid one hand over his abs and higher up to pinch and roll a hard little nipple between his fingers, the little burn making him hiss.
“Damn, you’re pretty.” Early began to pant, tongue flicking out and wetting his lips.
“All yours, cowboy. Every inch.” Jesus, the wasn’t going to last too much longer, not with Early making love to him with that look. “You’re going to make me shoot, honey.”
“I can handle that. I wish I was there. I would lick you clean.”
“I wish…” He took a shaky breath and puffed it out. He didn’t want to pop off like a fucking teenager, he wanted to bring Early along with him. But it was a fight. “Fuck, Early.”
“Mmm…we haven’t done that in a long time.” Early was trying to kill him.
He shouldn’t be surprised; Early had always had more patience than he did. More control. It was maddening. And hot as fuck.
“You want it, huh? Okay…” Early wanted a show, he was on fire, and he was so close he didn’t even want to hold off anymore, so he’d give Early what he needed. He worked his cock with practiced strokes and sweeps across the head. “Okay. Fuck… Early…”
“Love you, darlin’. So hot. Shoot for me.” Early’s voice was a deep growl.
“Yes.” Yes fucking please. Two more swift, light strokes and he went right over the cliff as if Early had pushed him, gulping air and shooting ribbons over his belly, soaking his fingers.