Quiet Storm, Season 2, Episode 6 (Rising Storm) by Julie Kenner Read Free Book Online Page B

and they were all over each other. And they were kissing and—
    Whoa.
    Jeffry was gay?
    She sucked in a tight breath, her heart pounding against her rib cage.
    How the hell did she not know that Jeffry was gay? Did Luis know? Did Mallory?
    Did Aunt Payton and Uncle Sebastian?
    And what the hell was she supposed to do now?
     

Chapter 7
    Somehow, they’d moved to the couch, which was a good thing since Jeffry’s head was spinning so much he’d probably fall down if they were still standing.
    It was doubly a good thing because Scott was working some kind of magic on his mouth even while his hand was holding Jeffry’s head immobile. And—oh god—Scott’s other hand was on his waist, and Jeffry could feel skin against skin from where his T-shirt was riding up.
    He had no idea what he was doing, but it felt so damn perfect, and he wanted more. So much more, in fact that his initial hesitancy and shyness had disappeared, drowned in a sea of need. His own hands were on Scott’s face, relishing the firmness of his jaw, and the rough stubble against Jeffry’s palm as their lips clashed was probably the most erotic thing he’d ever felt in his life.
    Damn, but he could do this all day, tasting Scott’s lips, exploring his mouth with his tongue, relishing the wildness that was building inside of him, like a long-caged animal that was so ready to be released. He didn’t even know what the hell he was doing, but he was taking his cues from Scott, and whatever he was doing, he seemed to be doing it right, because Scott was breathing just as hard and seemed just as turned on as Jeffry was.
    Oh god. Oh god, he was really doing this. He was really, finally doing this.
    Idly, he wondered if Scott could tell he was a virgin. Sure, he’d been on dates with girls, but they never did anything. Jeffry hadn’t ever wanted to, and if they pressed, he just said that he wanted to go slow.
    Right now, slow was the last thing on his mind.
    Gently, Scott pushed back, breathing hard. He met Jeffry’s eyes, his full of heat and fire. Then he reached down for the hem of Jeffry’s shirt and start to lift it. “This okay?”
    “Uh-huh,” Jeffry managed, amazed he could actually make sounds. And then Scott peeled the shirt the rest of the way off and pressed his lips to Jeffry’s chest, then kissed over to suck on his nipple and oh, wow, holy freaking shit, he just about lost it. He was hard as a rock and so turned on that he had to fight not to grab too hard onto Scott’s back for fear he’d bruise the guy.
    And then Scott moved lower still, his lips at the waistband of Jeffry’s khaki shorts and his hand cupping his erection, which, miraculously, got even harder. He was gasping, head thrown back, just trying to rein in all the sensations. He thought vaguely that he should be doing something, too, but all he could manage was to let it all in, these new feelings that were swirling around inside him like a raging storm that he never, ever wanted to blow out.
    But then Scott’s fingers unfastened the button and started tugging down his zipper and, damn him, Jeffry tensed up. “Scott, I—”
    “I get it.” Scott’s voice was as gentle as the hand cupping his cock. “This is your first time.”
    “Oh, man. Is it that obvious?”
    “Nothing wrong with that. I like being your first.” He paused, looking deep into Jeffry’s eyes. “I want to make you feel good.”
    “I don’t know what to do.”
    “That’s okay.” Scott’s smile was as reassuring as his voice. “I do. All you have to do is tell me to stop if I go too far.”
    “Okay,” he said. You won’t , he thought.
    And even as the word lingered in the air, Scott finished unzipping him. Jeffry still wore his briefs, but he could feel the cool air now, and then the heat of Scott’s hands as he tugged down Jeffry’s shorts and underwear. And then he was bare and hard and exposed, and he should be burning up with embarrassment, but instead he just felt heat and desire