Page 5 of Jacob Michaels Is Not Jacob Michaels

“I missed you,” I said.

“You missed me?”

“Desperately.” I felt my eyes water, but no tears fell. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever. I don’t know why.”

“Does it matter?” He whispered against my mouth.

“No.”

“I missed you, too.”

“I need to have sex with you,” I said, feeling that surge of power zip through my body again. “Right now. Can you do that? Can you make me feel better right now?”

“Right here?” He smiled wickedly.

“In my room.” I jerked my head towards the stairs. “Now.”

“Okay.”

Moments later, we were a flurry of arms and fingers, tongues and lips, stumbling into my room together. My hands were doing their best to push Lucas’ coat off of him and rip his shirt off over his head as he did his best to both shut the door as gently as possible and push me towards the bed. We fell onto the bed as one, a little too roughly, though my body told me not to worry if we woke Oma. I needed to feel every part of Lucas, have him feel every part of me, to forget about what had just happened less than thirty minutes prior in the backyard. I didn’t want to think about wolves with red glowing eyes and flames shooting out of my hand. Lucas and his body were all I cared about at that moment.

Lucas gasped in delight as I flipped him onto his back on the bed and planted a knee on either side of his hips and leaned down to smother his mouth with mine. I ground my pelvis into his, grabbed one of his wrists in each hand and held him down, taking control of him. When I pulled my mouth away, his mouth tried to find mine again, but I held back, smiling wickedly down at him as he did his best to keep kissing me.

“Please, Rob.” He pleaded.

Giving him another, fleeting, yet passionate kiss, making him groan once again, I slid down his body, kissing a trail to lower places. Muffled groans and whimpers filled the air as I did my best to bring Lucas to the brink with my lips and tongue as he twisted my hair in his fists. When I released him, I shimmied up his body again, presenting myself to his lips. Lucas accepted me eagerly as I braced my hands against the wall over the headboard, groaning in desperation as he returned the favor. Before either of us could fall over the edge, Lucas released me and we were ripping our pajama pants the rest of the way off. From seemingly nowhere, Lucas produced a condom, smiling hungrily up at me as he tore the wrapper open and slid it onto me. Then I was yanking his legs onto my shoulders and positioning myself against him. Lucas wrapped his arms around my neck, his eyes pleading with me to do the thing we both needed so desperately.

When we were both spent, my body on top of his, our lips and tongues dancing once more, I felt like Rob again. There were no flashing memories or incorporeal whispers or surges of power through my body. All I could feel was myself still inside of Lucas, his arms around my neck, his lips on mine, and a kind of sleepiness I hadn’t felt in days. I was barely able to extract my body from Lucas’ so that he could turn on his side and I could wrap myself around him. As I drifted off, feeling as though I couldn’t stay conscious even if I had wanted, Lucas whispered to me.

“I still love you, Rob.”