Shooting Star by Carol Lynne Read Free Book Online

effort to keep him in place. He wanted Jessup’s cum, but more than anything, he wanted Jessup to trust him.
    “No. Too. Fast.”
    Jessup howled as the first strand of seed shot down Brac’s throat. Swallowing as fast as he could, Brac tried desperately to enjoy every drop. The volume and consistency told him it had been a while since Jessup had jacked off. The same couldn’t be said for him. Brac’s hand seemed to be permanently attached to his cock since arriving at the cabin under Jessup’s watchful eye.
    Brac released Jessup’s hip and began to clean the cum that still clung to the softening flesh. He loved the way the prominent veins felt against the flat of his tongue and before he knew it, Brac wanted to do it all over again. Would he ever get enough of Jessup? Ghosts, demons, whatever Jessup called them, Brac had a strong feeling he’d do anything to help the deputy work through his past.
    “Stand up.” Jessup put his hands under Brac’s arms and helped him to his feet.
    Brac stared into Jessup’s brown eyes and waited to be pushed away again. What Jessup didn’t know yet was how determined Brac was not to let that happen.
    Instead of pushing Brac away, Jessup reached between them and unzipped Brac’s shorts. Without a word, Jessup ran his hand down the length of Brac’s erection trapped behind his boxer briefs.
    Begging for more was on the tip of Brac’s tongue but he remained silent. Whatever spell Jessup appeared to be under, the last thing Brac wanted was to break it. A grunt sounded from deep within Jessup’s throat as he pushed his hand under the waistband of Brac’s underwear.
    Jessup’s touch was everything Brac had fantasised it would be. He rested his forehead against Jessup’s shoulder and enjoyed every squeeze, pull and slide Jessup gifted. “Feels so good,” Brac whispered.
    “Yes, it does,” Jessup returned. “Thought about touching you.”
    “Glad you gave in.” Brac’s hips began to snap back and forth as he fucked Jessup’s hand. “Close,” he warned.
    Jessup groaned and scraped his short thumbnail across Brac’s sensitive crown. “Fill my hand.”
    Not one to let a moment pass him by, Brac did as instructed, shooting bursts of cum. He started to sag but was held up by a strong arm around his waist. If only he could hold Jessup in return. Brac vowed to make the dream a reality before he slipped any further under Jessup’s spell.

Chapter Four
     
     
     
    Al Jessup’s body still felt like it was vibrating as he drove up the mountain towards the lodge. The impact of Brac’s blowjob had thrown him. He’d promised himself he’d enjoy what he could of Brac before the Hollywood star traipsed back to California. Unfortunately, the intimacy the two of them had shared earlier threatened his resolve to let Brac go without ties when it was time.
    “Okay?” Brac asked from the passenger seat.
    Jessup nodded. “Just thinking.”
    “About?” Brac slid across the bench seat to sit next to Jessup.
    The last thing Jessup wanted was to pour his heart out to someone who may not feel the same way. His feelings were starting to grow for Brac , but those same feelings began to erect yet another wall around his heart.
    There had been two people in his life he’d really cared about—Priest and Mrs Gibbs, the foster mother who’d raised him for the first five years of his life. Priest had made his position quite clear before and after Jessup’s release from prison—fuck buddy, nothing more.
    Although Priest’s rejection had hurt, Jessup knew it was Mrs Gibbs’ betrayal that had shaped him into the untrusting, unfeeling man he’d become.
    “Jessup?” Brac prompted. “Did I do something wrong?”
    Jessup shook his head and put a hand on Brac’s thigh. “You can’t spend your time wondering whether or not you’ve done something wrong. I’m fucked up. I’ve told you that. Whatever went on between us earlier, you can’t let yourself make more of it than it was.”
    He