Shatter (Unbreakable Bonds Series Book 2)

by Jocelynn Drake

  “Fuck you!” Snow growled, then groaned when Jude slid his mouth down Snow’s neck. He should be pushing him off, getting out of here. But damn if the man’s mouth didn’t feel good on his skin. Heat seared his brain, blood rushed to his dick. He normally didn’t care what anyone thought of him, but for some reason, he couldn’t stand the idea that Jude thought that of him. He sighed and pushed the man back a step so he could look at him. So that he could fucking think clearly. Those dark eyes glittered with need and Jude raked his gaze over Snow’s body. He had to look away to get a grip on his thoughts.

  “Listen, Jude. The only reason I owe you an explanation is because you did me a real solid tonight.” He swallowed the lump of remembered disgust in his throat. “I don’t like young men like that. I’ve never had sex with anyone under the age of eighteen, even when I was under the age of eighteen. The only reason I knew about that place was because my friends and I got mixed up in the wrong crowd when we first moved here. And I refuse to apologize because if we hadn’t, we never would have met Ian. Ian makes all that shit in my past worth it.”

  Jude just stared at him.

  Snow waited, feeling almost foolish for trying to explain himself. He hated feeling foolish. “You know what? Screw this!” Snow curled his lip, then all the breath was knocked out of him when Jude came back at him so hard, his back hit the door again. Hot breath fanned over his cheek. Anger radiated off the muscular man in front of him in heady waves. This. This he knew. “Dominant fucker,” he muttered before digging his fingers into Jude’s hips and pulling him tight against him. He slammed his mouth onto Jude’s, opening his lips, forcing Jude’s open. He kissed him over and over, wanting to crawl inside the man.

  Snow pushed Jude’s suit jacket off his shoulders before attacking the buttons on his shirt. He had it mostly open and had to work to not to swallow his own tongue when he got a glimpse of hard muscles, tanned skin, and a gorgeous pattern of black chest hair that narrowed into the silkiest looking happy trail he’d ever seen. Snow frowned at the slacks in the way of the rest of his view and reached out to remedy the situation. Jude surprised him when he stopped his hands on his belt.

  “We touched on something back in that alley tonight and I’ve had time to think about it,” Jude said softly.

  Snow’s eyes flew open. “You still want to talk? Right now?” He could barely think.

  Jude nodded even as his hands moved to push off Snow’s jacket. “We’re going to talk. Settle something before I fuck you.”

  “Dominant and confident,” Snow mumbled even as fire raced through his veins. “Who said you’re fucking me?”

  Jude chuckled and pressed his mouth to Snow’s neck. He could feel his pulse rocketing against the man’s lips. “I’m saying it now.” Jude pulled back and met Snow’s gaze. “A man like you doesn’t give up control easily because you don’t trust easily.” His lips were barely a breath away from Snow’s. “Am I right?”

  Snow stared at him for long moments before he slowly nodded.

  “Have you ever been able to?”

  Scowling, Snow turned his face away. “I’m not into that BDSM shit. Not into doing scenes.” He looked back, narrowed his eyes. “I call no one master, so if that’s what you’re leading up to here, I’m out of here.”

  Jude slowly rocked his body against Snow’s. “None of that does it for me either. I’m not talking about that kind of thing. I’m talking about you letting me take the reins. You ever let anyone do that?” He leaned closer. “Because I like holding them.”

  Snow didn’t answer. Couldn’t. He’d never been able to let go like that. Not after growing up in a sadistic family where he had no power. No way to stop them from tearing into both his body and mind like he wasn’t a real human being, but something to be pitied. Hated. Something unnatural and worse than the shit on the bottom of someone’s shoe. Terrified his thoughts would show in his expression, Snow looked away from Jude.

  “Oh no, General,” he breathed, pulling his face back to his. Black eyes stared hard at him. “You are breaking my heart because I have this feeling you need more than you ever let on. And that you’re lonely in a way that not even your close friends can help.”

  Snow narrowed his eyes, fear pricking his heart. “Stop psychoanalyzing me. If you want to fuck, let’s do it.” He speared his fingers in Jude’s hair and pulled him to his mouth. This time, he took control of the kiss, loving the slick, wet glide of Jude’s tongue against his. Jude sucked on his tongue again and Snow growled, holding him tighter.

  Jude started unbuttoning Snow’s shirt as he pulled his mouth away. “I want skin. It would be a shame to mess up this suit that probably cost a month’s salary.” He stepped back, his open shirt showing off a body that Snow couldn’t have dreamed up. “Take it off.”

  Snow smirked.

  The paramedic only lifted an eyebrow and waited, his expectation that Snow would do as told both annoying and…hot. Snow’s heart started to beat so hard, he wondered if the other man could hear it. He closed his hands into fists, not sure this was going to work. Jude waited quietly, not pushing but not backing down. Snow walked to the small table at the edge of the kitchen area and turned to face Jude. He didn’t take his eyes off the man as he slowly removed his clothes and draped them over one of the chairs. Luckily, the lust racing through his body kept him from shivering in the cool air.

  “Damn, I knew you had a killer body.” Jude’s gaze raked over him as he undid his belt and pulled it loose. “I’ve watched your body so much at the hospital. Pictured you naked. My imagination didn’t come close to the real thing.” He kicked off his pants and Snow understood the true meaning of killer body. Jude had wide shoulders, thick, muscled arms and thighs, and a gorgeous, long and thick dick that stood at full attention as the man stared back at him. Dark hair shadowed his arms and legs, created an intriguing patch across his chest and followed his body down. Masculine. The word fit Jude Torres. It just fit.

  Snow knew he was no slouch. He worked out and he had good muscle tone, but he did not have the ability to develop thick muscles like Jude had—yet he was glad when he saw how much his body turned the other man on. Jude looked at him like he wanted to bend him over the nearest surface and go to town on his ass. The thought thrilled him and scared the shit out of him.

  Snow was not used to submitting to anyone.

  Ever.

  But he wasn’t used to wanting someone like this either. Fuck. Scalding need burned low in his gut, made his heart pound and he thought of all the times he’d gone for mindless sex with strangers, knowing deep down that he wasn’t getting what he needed. They’d been Band-Aids on belly wounds. But he stood here, feeling like a giant, exposed nerve, raw and aching. And vulnerable.

  While a part of him screamed to just let go, the side in charge screamed hell no. And the whole time, inky black eyes stared at him with a desire he’d never felt aimed at him. He wasn’t sure anyone had ever looked at him like that.

  Something new curled low in his stomach, an intense feeling of belonging that threw him for a curve. Then Jude walked past him, a slow grin curving those pretty lips as he opened the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed and tossed lube and a condom onto the comforter. Before Snow could open his mouth to give him hell for being so damn cocksure, Jude strode right up to him and pulled him fully against his body. Snow hissed in pleasure when their skin met and he slid one leg between Jude’s, loving the rasp of hair against his thigh.

  Jude cupped his ass with one strong hand and did that slow rocking of his hips again. He slid his other hand up Snow’s back, tracing his spine with hot fingertips, until he held the back of Snow’s neck. His grip was sure, strong, and he anchored their bodies tight together. This time, when their mouths met, Jude slid his tongue into Snow’s mouth and groaned before tilting his head and taking the kiss to new levels of intimacy. He stroked and bit and sucked aggressively on Snow’s lower lip. He plundered his mouth, driving Snow mindless with lust. Snow rubbed his hands over mu
scles and hair and hot, hot skin as he ravaged Jude’s mouth back.

  He yelped in surprise when Jude abruptly growled, picked him up, and carried him to the bed. Snow’s eyes flew open wide as his back hit the pile of sheets and comforter. He dug his toes into the covers, then gasped as Jude suddenly stretched out on top of him. His body sizzled with heat, his weight pressing Snow deep into the bed. Snow hissed and bucked up into him.

  “You are so damn gorgeous, General,” he rasped against Snow’s neck, his breath hot yet sending shivers down Snow’s spine. He opened his mouth over Snow’s Adam’s apple and sucked.

  Snow’s strangled sound choked off when Jude nudged his legs apart and slid right between. His hot cock rubbed against his own, the hair on his legs rasping over the sensitive skin of Snow’s inner thighs. He smelled like rain and heat and man and Snow grew dizzy with the rush to his senses.

  Jude slowly slid his body up and down his and Snow’s eyes rolled back in his head. He’d never been one for body hair on a man. He didn’t mind some, but he’d never gone for the type who had to shave twice a day. Jude, so obviously that type, had thick stubble that tingled on Snow’s skin as he nuzzled his throat. The silky, black hair on his chest and abdomen rasped all over Snow’s flesh and the blast of lust that hit him stole what was left of his ability to think. He opened his legs more, barely coherent as he rocked up into the man, loving the slide of their cocks against each other.

  Jude reached Snow’s ear and he couldn’t stop the shudder that rippled through him as the man’s tongue came out to play. His ears were so damn sensitive. Shivers raced up and down his spine, his balls tightened, and he wrapped one leg around Jude as he cried out.

  Hoarse curses spilled from Jude’s lips as he licked around Snow’s ear, then sucked the lobe into his hot mouth. “I knew you’d be like this,” he rasped. “Knew you’d burn up my bed.” He rutted against him. “I could eat you alive.”

  He bit down on Snow’s ear and Snow was pretty sure he’d never been so painfully hard in his life. He frantically shoved his hand between them and grasped both of their cocks in his hand, moaning just from the relief of some kind of touch there.

  Jude groaned, burying his face back in Snow’s neck.

  Snow nudged him with his chin, got him to lift up and slant his mouth over Snow’s. He wrapped his lips around Snow’s bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. All the kissing had left Snow’s lips tender and swollen. Sensitive. Every stroke of Jude’s lips and tongue felt like fire. The paramedic had some kind of oral fixation going on and Snow loved it. That wicked mouth was killing him. He wanted it on his dick but he couldn’t stop the pace of his movements. “Close,” he breathed into Jude’s mouth. “So fucking close already.”

  Jude abruptly let go, balanced one elbow next to Snow’s head, and grabbed the lube. “I don’t want you to come until I’m buried as far as I can get inside you.”

  “You can’t control when I come, Torres,” Snow growled the words even as he struggled to come to terms with what was happening in this bed. What he wanted up against what he was used to…what he usually allowed. His heart raced, his every instinct telling him to roll this man and take over—show him what it felt like to be ravaged. But something inside fought those urges, something that swore this was exactly what he needed and even more importantly, what Jude needed. He wanted to give Jude what he needed. Badly.

  That one small thought nearly sent Snow running for the door.

  But then Jude coated his fingers with lube and reached between Snow’s legs. Snow instinctively grabbed his wrist. His breaths came hard and fast, his eyes locking with Jude’s. But his words lodged in his throat. Still, he didn’t push Jude’s hand away.

  Jude stopped all movements and watched him, those dark eyes losing some of the fire, gaining something that looked a lot like concern. “You okay?” he asked softly. “You saying no, General?”

  His expression showed flat out that he’d stop if that’s what Snow wanted. He would back off in a hot second because he was a good man. Instead of uttering any of the crazy, mixed-up crap going on his head, Snow shook his head. “Not saying no,” he breathed. He let go of Jude’s arm. “But…I haven’t done this in a long time. I hadn’t planned—”

  Jude’s lips parted and his voice dropped into a deep growl as he placed his lubed fingers on Snow’s pucker and slowly rubbed. That black gaze seared. “You want to let me in, Snow?”

  Snow smirked even as he gasped at the first circular motion of Jude’s fingers. “Shit! Would you just shut up and fuck me?”

  “No. I won’t.” Jude didn’t push his finger in, he merely drew circles on Snow’s tender flesh. “You’re going to learn I’m stubborn as hell. As stubborn as you.” He licked the dimple in Snow’s chin. “I want the words.” Jude kissed his lips, then sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. He nipped the skin, then moved his mouth to Snow’s cheek, his ear, dropping light, sexy kisses. “Give them to me,” he whispered into his ear.

  Nobody outranked Snow on stubborn, but he didn’t want to draw this out anymore. He opened his mouth to answer, then lost his train of thought as Jude added pressure. He shuddered and spread his legs wider. The slick glide of Jude’s finger around his ass made him stretch his neck back and clench his teeth.

  “Words. Now.” Jude bit his ear.

  Snow’s hissed, loving that bite of pain. “What words?” he gasped out as Jude added a second finger.

  Low chuckling rasped over his ear before Jude muttered, ducked and opened his mouth over the muscle where Snow’s neck met his shoulders. “Lost your train of thought?” He moved back up to Snow’s mouth and licked his lips open. “Tell me that you want me inside you.”

  Snow growled, grabbed Jude’s head and pulled it back so he could look him in the eye. “For fuck’s sake, Torres, I’m spread open here and obviously willing, so get the condom. I want you inside me. Now.”

  Jude responded by pushing two fingers into Snow’s ass.

  “Agh!” Snow came up off the bed. He’d forgotten how good that felt. Forgotten the coil of pain and dark pleasure that flooded his body with heat. It felt like all his senses had been electrocuted into some higher, more sensitive realm. He could no more have stopped the movement of his hips than he could stop breathing as he bucked into Jude’s hand. He reached down and grabbed his own dick, stroking it. “Now would be good, Torres,” he managed to gasp out.

  “Jude,” he breathed against Snow’s mouth. “Call me Jude.” He slid his fingers in and out while he nuzzled that crisp beard growth over Snow’s neck. He kissed his ear.

  “Agh!” Snow dug his toes into the bed again as he slammed his eyes tightly closed and tried to stop the flood of pleasure about to send him over the edge too early.

  Jude, relentless, didn’t let up. He slowly pulled his fingers back and added a third, curling them to press into Snow’s prostate. “Your long body is so gorgeous. You’re so hot inside. I can’t wait to be in here.”

  Words were beyond Snow at this point. It was all too much. He merely moved his hand harder and faster on his dick.

  Jude pulled back slightly, watching his movements, seemingly mesmerized before he snapped out of it and pulled his fingers out of Snow’s body. He reached for the condom. His hands visibly shook as he put it on, his breaths harsh, his dark eyes hardly moving off Snow’s hand on his cock.

  Snow let go, grabbed the lube and covered Jude’s condom covered dick. “Now, Jude.”

  “Oh, I like when you say my name.” Jude came over him, guiding himself to Snow’s entrance, his thick thighs pushing Snow’s wide as he settled between them. He framed Snow’s face and stared at him as he slowly pushed inside Snow’s body.

  The first lick of pain made Snow see stars, but he welcomed it wholeheartedly, groaning even as he lifted to meet Jude’s intrusion. Their eyes stayed locked and as the stars subsided, all Snow could see was the liquid ink of Jude’s eyes as the man looked at him just as he had earlier. Like he gazed at something he couldn’t fully
believe was real—a sort of stunned, yet possessive stare that warmed the deepest recesses of Snow’s body. Again, it was too much and Snow shut his eyes, focused on the fullness of Jude’s cock in his body.

  “Fuck, Snow. Fuck!” Jude kissed his mouth, his chin. He licked a line over the top of Snow’s mouth. “So hot. So good.” He pushed deeper.

  Snow dug his feet into the covers and clenched around Jude, causing the other man to cry out and start ramming inside him with long, deep strokes. Hard fingers dug into his shoulder and that extra edge of pain lifted Snow even higher. He gasped and moaned and grabbed onto Jude’s hips.

  Jude reached down and wrapped one strong arm under Snow’s knee, bringing his leg up high, opening him more for the hard, heavy thrusts. The pain had eased and the pleasure, heady and overwhelming, swept through him in crashing waves. Snow gasped and snapped his hips up as he clenched his fingers in Jude’s ass.

  Jude went into a muttering frenzy.

  “So hot. I knew it—” he broke off, his voice hoarse. “Knew it would feel like this!” He heaved into Snow over and over. Sweat built between them making their bodies slide together. “Stroke your dick, General.”

  Snow didn’t even hesitate to wedge his hand between them. He wrapped his fingers around his cock and cried out. All the pent-up tension, the anger, the grief, everything he’d been feeling for more days than he could handle…it all rose up in Snow until he teetered on that edge of letting go. Jude growled again, leaned down, pressing Snow’s leg into his body as he kissed him. When he licked his top lip again, Snow gave up everything to the pleasure. He yelled, spilled all over his hand, all over his stomach.

  Jude groaned, returned to Snow’s mouth, licking deep inside, swallowing Snow’s moans. He was sure nothing had been hotter than Jude pushing into him. He was proved wrong seconds later when the man let out a long, rumbling groan, thrust hard into him two more times, then came inside the condom. That. That was hotter.