Shatter (Unbreakable Bonds Series Book 2)

by Jocelynn Drake

  Sexy noises came from Snow’s throat again and within a moment, he had both hands clutching Jude’s hips and had started moving his own in a way Jude’s mother would probably find obscene. Jude pulled back, gulped in freezing air, and rubbed his thumb along Snow’s jaw. “So?”

  “So what?” Snow breathed, tugging him close again.

  “Will you come home with me tonight?”

  “Can we leave now?”

  “I think we should. Otherwise, I’m going to push you into my Jeep and fuck you through the backseat and I’m pretty sure that although Mana is cool with us, she wouldn’t be cool about that.”

  Snow actually looked into the cramped backseat like he was contemplating it.

  Jude chuckled. The thought of the two of them naked and sweaty in such a tight place appealed on some level. It was the ‘at his mother’s place’ that kept him from totally enjoying the fantasy. “Come on. I’ll drive to my apartment where it’s not all that much warmer, but we can get all the way naked and generate some serious body heat under the covers.”

  “It’s not warmer?”

  “I picked up an electric heater and can’t leave it on while I’m gone. But it works fast. Small space.” He grinned. “I’ll turn it on when we get there so it won’t be freezing for long. My landlord is out of town, so I haven’t tried tracking him down to get someone out to repair the apartment heater. I took a look at it, but it’s ancient, so I had no idea how to fix it.”

  “I might be able to help. I fixed one a lot as a kid.”

  Jude kissed him hard on the lips, then shook his head. “Not tonight. I want you naked.”

  Snow made a choking noise, pushed him away, and hurriedly jogged around to the passenger side of the vehicle. “What are you waiting for?” he growled as he slid inside then slammed the door shut.

  Grinning, Jude looked up and spotted his mother in the window. She gave him a cheeky wave. Heat swamped his neck as he got into his car. He wondered how long she’d been standing there, then didn’t care. All he wanted was his dick inside the general.

  “Drive fast,” Snow ordered.

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  Jude unlocked his door, then turned and looked at Snow. The doctor stood, leaning against the wall at the top of the stairs, regarding him with a heated stare that said the man planned to do all sorts of naughty things to his body. His sad, broken expression of earlier was gone—all gone—and Jude couldn’t be happier. In fact, the sultry arrogance that had first made him harder than a spike was back in full force. It rolled off the man in waves of sensuality.

  Jude gripped the edges of Snow’s coat in his fists. He grinned and dragged him inside his apartment, then shoved him into the wall.

  “You certainly have a thing for grabbing me and shoving me against things,” Snow muttered.

  Jude stiffened. “Complaining?”

  Snow clenched his fingers around Jude’s waist and pulled their hips closer. “No.”

  Jude narrowed his eyes, studying the doctor. He knew he had a habit of taking over—not in all aspects of life, but he got off on it in the bedroom. Always had. It had been the only point of contention between him and Michael and probably the reason they’d drifted apart. With Brian, it had been the first thing the other man liked—it just hadn’t been enough in the long run.

  Jude didn’t want to tie someone down and beat them, he just…loved turning a strong man to putty in his hands. And he loved nothing more than pushing a man up against a wall and going at him. With Snow, that need burned like a live volcano deep in his body and it was all he could do not to christen every wall in their near vicinity. He knew why. Because an answering need smoldered inside the doctor. It blazed from those stunning, light blue eyes.

  And that hint of vulnerability, that need for love made Jude want to give the man everything.

  He realized he’d been silent too long when curiosity filled Snow’s expression and he tilted his head and looked into Jude’s face. “I don’t have a problem with your dominant streak. I thought I’d proved that.” A hint of concern tightened his lips and he reached up and stroked his fingers over Jude’s jaw.

  Jude closed his eyes, overcome by the unexpected soft touch. “I don’t always have to be such a Neanderthal.”

  A low chuckle made his eyes flip back open.

  “I’m serious here. This means,” Jude paused, swallowed, his tone low and raspy with emotion. “This thing between you and me means something important to me and I don’t want to fuck it up because my inner caveman sometimes takes over when I’m excited.”

  “I like you excited. I like that I make you this excited.” Snow tugged his hips until they were flush with his own. “And it’s good that you don’t always have to be in charge. I’m used to being the Neanderthal, Torres, so I’m sure I’ll want the job back occasionally.” He stopped and Jude was gifted with another of those real, blinding smiles. “But just so you understand, I find being pushed up against things hot. In fact…I kind of have a thing for it. So feel free.”

  Jude groaned and immediately pressed him harder into the wall. “You probably shouldn’t have said that. I’ll be pressing you against every vertical surface I can find.”

  “Gets you that hot, too, eh?”

  “Yeah, and just knowing you like it, too? Fuck.” He stepped all the way against Snow’s body, loving his long, lean lines of muscle. He looked at that sexy divot over Snow’s mouth, leaned in and softly ran his tongue over it. “You have the sexiest mouth I’ve ever seen,” He whispered. “I’d like to see it wrapped around my cock again.” He ran his tongue over Snow’s plump, lower lip.

  Snow groaned and dug his fingers into Jude’s waist. He chased Jude’s tongue when he pulled back, sliding his hand up to grab the back of Jude’s head and pull him back to his mouth. He took over the kiss, made it deeper. Hotter. And Jude hadn’t thought that possible. Jude opened his mouth wider, a groan of his own rumbling up in his throat. Need wracked his body as he untucked Snow’s shirt then ran his hands under it. Hard muscles and smooth skin made him close his eyes. He loved the feel of Snow under his hands and he stopped moving, resting his palm over the strong, fast beat of his heart. He wanted his mouth there.

  Snow pushed him back, locked that molten gaze on him, then moved his hands up to shrug out of his coat. Long, nimble fingers hit his shirt buttons. He quickly moved down the row, baring that gorgeous skin to Jude’s hungry gaze. He pulled the shirt off, displaying strong shoulders, arms and the ripped stomach that drove Jude crazy.

  Snow smirked. “You going to join me or are we doing this with one of us clothed?”

  “That can be hot.” Jude dropped his coat on the floor and reached for the hem of his sweater. “What exactly are we doing, General?”

  “Me, naked, and instead of under you like you said earlier, I’m turning right here and bracing myself on this wall.”

  “Oh yeah,” he breathed, hurrying to remove the rest of his clothes. He still had a sock left when Snow grabbed him and started kissing him again. Snow pulled back and he lifted an eyebrow.

  “You were taking too long.” Snow brought their mouths back together and slid his chest across Jude’s. He pulled back, breathing hard. “I love how silky the hair is here.” He reached between them, running his palm over the hair on his chest, then lower on his abdomen. He combed his fingers lower and wrapped his hands around Jude’s dick.

  Jude gasped and thrust up in his hand.

  “So hot.” Snow kissed his jaw, his neck. He pressed his lips over Jude’s pulse. “So fast,” he murmured. He ran his thumb over tip of Jude’s cock. “You’re leaking.”

  “Yeah? Why do you think that is?” Jude hissed the last word as he moved his hips faster. He tilted his head back, baring his throat. “Why do you think my pulse is so fast?” he bit out through gritted teeth. “Could it be that I want you more than anything on this earth right now?”

  “Just right now?”

  Jude laughed even as his heart swelled with emotion. Snow stopped kis
sing his neck, his breath hot over his skin. His entire body had gone taut as if he’d realized what he said.

  Jude ran his hands down Snow’s back, loving the lithe muscles, the slope at the small of his back. He took Snow’s mouth again, sliding his tongue in to stroke. When he pulled back, he looked at Snow, who frowned at him.

  “What?” Snow asked softly.

  “No, I don’t want you for just right now. I want more than just right now.” Jude took the man’s mouth, loving the warmth, the heat of his body. He moved to Snow’s ear, licking, biting and reveling in the sexy noises coming from his throat. He breathed into the canal, then groaned when Snow cried out and clasped both hands onto Jude’s ass. He pushed their groins together, rubbing against Jude before he abruptly turned and slammed his hands into the wall.

  “Fuck me, Torres.”

  All his blood went south so fast, Jude wondered how he still managed to stand. Snow’s back, long like the rest of him, started with broad shoulders that flowed into sculpted muscles that moved elegantly under his smooth skin. His waist, the perfect size for Jude’s big hands, sat over the most beautiful ass Jude had ever seen. He couldn’t bring himself to walk away from the man long enough to grab the condom and lube. Not yet. Instead, he pressed close, hissing at the contact of skin on skin and he pressed a kiss to Snow’s nape.

  Snow moaned and turned his head so their mouths met.

  They kissed like they’d been doing it for years, like they knew when to move, when to give or to take and Jude was sure he could be happy with the flavor of his general for the rest of his life. He stroked his hands down his sides, his taut, gorgeous ass, then pressed tighter against him and ran his hands around to that stomach that had taken over his fantasy life. They never took their mouths apart and when Jude wrapped his hands around Snow’s dick, he felt the vibration of his grunt on his tongue.

  That grunt turned into a long moan as Jude stroked that smooth, hard flesh up then down until he bent his knees enough to reach Snow’s balls. He cradled them in his hand, loving that gasp that filled his mouth.

  Snow tore his mouth away, gulped in air, his voice a low rumble. “You feel so amazing against me. Get the condom. The lube. Now.” He slammed his hands onto the wall again. “Right now!”

  Jude quickly walked to get the supplies and he stayed by the table with his eyes locked on Snow spread out against that wall, waiting for him. He put on the condom, unable to look away and when those blue eyes zeroed in on him over Snow’s shoulder, the flood of feelings that flowed through him made him stride back to the man and wrap himself around him again.

  “Lube, Torres,” Snow said, pushing back against him. “You forgot it.”

  “Shit.” Jude got the bottle, came back and stared. He burned for this man. He wanted to wreck Doc Frost.

  So he did.

  He kissed every inch of skin he could reach as his fingers prepared the general’s body for his cock. He took his time, circling his hole with one finger and he used his other lubed hand to grasp Snow’s cock again. He sucked marks onto Snow’s back, loving every cry that tore out of the man’s throat.

  Snow writhed against the wall, groaning and saying Jude’s name in this low, guttural growl as his back bowed. Jude worked him with both hands, sliding one along that gorgeous, silky dick and stretching him open with the other. He couldn’t take his eyes off his back as he pushed onto Jude’s fingers. This…this was his favorite part—watching a man lose himself in pleasure. Jude groaned as he slid his fingers deeper into him. The tightness, the heat, it threatened to scramble his brain and he had an agenda here.

  Snow thrust into his hand then bore down on his fingers as sexy noises came out of his mouth. Another grunt exploded from his throat when Jude pressed into Snow’s prostate and Jude nearly lost it when a strangled cry escaped Snow’s mouth.

  His intent to wreck the doctor turned back on him.

  He abruptly stopped, breathing hard, staring at the vision of sweaty perfection in front of him.

  Snow’s breaths came hard and fast as he looked at him over his shoulder again. “Do it, Torres. Let yourself loose on me.”

  Jude was on him in a flash and then he was in all that tight heat. Snow made a long, keening sound, his hands curling against the wall and Jude braced his legs so he could hit the man just right as he reached up and threaded the fingers of one hand with the general’s.

  Perspiration glistened on the gorgeous, ropy muscles of his shoulders and back, a drop rolling down his shoulder blade. Jude leaned over, licked it off. “I’m growing addicted to the way you taste,” he growled into his skin, opening his mouth over and over on every inch he could reach. He kept pushing inside his doctor, the tightness and the heat making him clench his teeth and slam his forehead against the man’s back. “Oh, fuck. Fuck, General.”

  He let go of one of his hand, put both hands on his waist and worked to keep himself from going into a mindless frenzy. That took a moment, just a moment, of stillness.

  Snow shoved his ass back on a groan. “You gotta move. Feels so good.” He clenched his ass.

  Jude cried out. “Stop. Oh shit!”

  “Move, baby, move.” Snow reached back and dug his fingers into Jude’s ass to pull him all the way inside his body.

  Jude yelled and couldn’t stop from pulling back then pushing deep inside him again. He knew he should be going slower, but the doctor had wrapped strong hands around his ass and was pulling him in just as hard.

  It was simply the hottest experience of his life.

  Nearly mindless with lust, he thrust over and over inside that snug, silky warmth and when he couldn’t manage to move anything else, he once again latched onto Snow’s neck, then bit that muscle between his shoulder and neck. Snow yelled and he felt the orgasm send the man’s body into spasms that squeezed him in the most delicious way possible. Snow shot all over the wall, his body shaking as he groaned loud and long.

  Jude lost the ability to think, coherence evaporating completely. He slowed his thrusts and it took one, two more and that mind-boggling pleasure roiled through him until he came so hard inside Snow’s body, he saw stars. He staggered, slipping out of Snow while grabbing onto his waist. His general turned and grabbed him before he leaned back into the wall, keeping those strong, wonderful arms around him.

  He glanced up, his mouth falling open. He’d caused this. He’d made this intense, dynamic, pain-in-the-ass man lose it like this. Blue eyes snapped open.

  “Hell, General,” Jude whispered as he cupped the side of Snow’s neck.

  He stared back for a few moments then whispered, “I know.”

  Jude slumped against him, reaching up to tangle his fingers in Snow’s soft hair. He took a few moments to catch his breath and to try and gather his thoughts because his mind was blown. He turned his head, pressing his lips to the light stubble on Snow’s jaw. Snow turned and slid his hand along Jude’s cheek before cupping his chin and kissing him.

  This kiss, so different from the ones before, tasted of something new. A sort of sated, happy surprise and maybe a hint of possibility. Jude hadn’t been the only one to feel the powerful connection between them and it seemed he wasn’t the only one wanting more. It was there, in his lips. In his tongue.

  Snow pulled back then surprised Jude with a laugh and a full body shiver.

  “Oh,” Jude breathed. “You know what I did?”

  “Yeah,” Snow answered, still trying to catch his breath. “I was here. It was good.”

  Chuckling, Jude snuggled closer. “I never turned the heater on.”

  Snow grunted. “Huh. I didn’t even notice.” His chest moved as he laughed. And shivered again. “Noticing now.”

  “Sorry about that.” He managed to get control of his legs and he pulled Snow to the bed. “Get under the covers and I’ll get the heat going.” He tied off the condom, threw it into the trash, and hurried over to the plug in the heater. “You hungry?” He turned back to see Snow climbing under the comforter.

 
“I shouldn’t be after all those carbs, but—”

  “You’re remembering what Mana gave us to bring home, too, aren’t you?”

  Snow turned onto his side and propped his head in one hand. His gaze ran over Jude’s naked body, appreciation visible in the way his eyes narrowed, the way he licked his lips. “You mean the wonderful food we left in the car? Yeah, I am. I wish I’d never been introduced to your mother’s evil Gruyere carbs.”

  “That’s right! We left that in the car. It’s cold, so it should still be good.” He picked up a pair of sweats and frowned at them. “It would make more sense for me to run out and get that now before I warm up too much, huh?”

  “Yep.” Snow shot him a wicked grin and made a show of pulling the covers higher. “I’d like to eat some more devil pasta, so go! Oh, and I hope you’ll be up for another round. I’ll have to work that shit off.”

  “Oh, I’m up for it.” He picked his jacket up off the floor and shoved his feet into his running shoes. The coat stuck to the sweat that hadn’t dried on his body and he grimaced. He opened the door, knowing that frigid air outside would feel rotten. “This is going to suck.”

  “You know you want to eat it, too.”

  “I do. But I want that other round and it sounds like I have to romance you with my mother’s food to get it.” He stepped into the stairwell.

  “Hey Torres,” Snow called out.

  “Yeah?” He was silent so long, Jude stuck his head back through the doorway.

  Snow’s expression was so serious, it caused his heart to beat harder.

  “You don’t have to do anything to make me want you again,” he finally said.

  He stared at Snow for several seconds, taking in the serious expression, then smiled. “Ditto, General. Ditto.”

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