Page 39 of Love at First Rep

SEALs sometimes added names to their swallow tattoos to honor fallen sailors. Rafe’s thumb glided along the banner holding his name. His gaze rose to Garrett’s to find him staring at Rafe with sadness and regret. He couldn’t have that.

Throwing Garrett a smirk, he turned so the tattoo on the back of his shoulder would be visible. It was a compass rose, which signified the hope of returning home or to port, except this one had Garrett’s name in the middle.

Rafe watched Garrett’s face over his shoulder and caught Garrett’s sharp inhale. A moment later, Garrett’s fingers grazed his skin.

“When did you get this?” Garrett rasped.

Rafe turned back around to square himself to Garrett, putting his hands on his waist and pulling him against his body.

“I got it a few months after I left you. I knew one day I’d get home to you, no matter how much time it took.”

Usually, Garrett schooled his emotions like a pro, his face as impassive as a pro poker player, but he couldn’t hide his wonder from Rafe. It was clear as day to him.

The smile gracing Garrett’s face was the most beautiful sight of Rafe’s life. He worked hard to put it there, and it was even brighter and more addictive than he remembered. It was an oasis in the middle of a desert, a ray of sun in the middle of a thunderstorm, a glow of light in the dark. It was everything.

Before Rafe could decide if Garrett’s smile would make him come on the spot or faint, Garrett grabbed one of Rafe’s wrists and yanked him toward his stairway, dragging him upward with Rafe nearly tripping to keep up. They reached Garrett’s bedroom, and Garrett pulled him to the edge of the bed and spun them so Garrett fell on top of him on the mattress.

Garrett kissed him, and Rafe’s toes curled. This was already the best sex of his life, and he hadn’t even gotten his pants off yet.

Apparently a mind reader, Garrett kissed his way along Rafe’s chest until he reached Rafe’s jeans. He unbuttoned them and crawled off the bed to wrench them off his body.

With nothing but want in Garrett’s eyes, he moved on to Rafe’s briefs, tugging them off in a similar fashion. Once Rafe was naked, Garrett eyed him from head to toe, his gaze lustful, his eyes widening when they fell on his hard cock. He licked his lips. Rafe’s body was otherwise proportionate, but what his height lacked in inches, his dick made up for. And those inches were way more fun. As he stood above Rafe, Garrett started unbuttoning his own pants, taking his time as he enjoyed the view. Garrett’s eyes met his and never left as he pushed his pants and briefs to the floor in one move and crawled on top of Rafe.

Rafe’s hands reached for Garrett’s skin and tried to pull him in, but Garrett hovered over Rafe.

“What do you like?” he asked, and Rafe’s dick twitched. He still couldn’t believe this was happening, like every one of his dreams were coming true.

“Anything. Everything,” Rafe said. “As long as it’s with you, I want it.”

Garrett’s smile stoked his arousal. He didn’t think he could get harder until Garrett spoke again.

“Can I fuck you?”

Rafe groaned. “Fuck, yes, please.”

Garrett smiled wider and kissed Rafe, deeply but way too quickly, as he climbed off Rafe and strode for his nightstand, pulling lube and condoms out of its top drawer.

The man was a damn vision as he stood in his dark bedroom, shadows hitting his chiseled muscles in all the right spots thanks to the light coming from the hallway. Garrett switched on the lamp atop the nightstand and turned to Rafe, tossing the supplies onto the bed.

“Move up,” Garrett instructed, his voice soft, and Rafe rushed to comply, his body settling among the pillows at Garrett’s headboard.

Garrett crawled on top of Rafe and hovered there, wonder in his eyes as he peered at Rafe.

“Is this crazy?” Garrett asked.

“Of course it is. But it’s still right.”

Garrett’s smile returned despite his watery eyes. It disappeared against Rafe’s mouth. They kissed passionately as their hands explored each other’s bodies.

Slick fingers slipped between his crease as Rafe submitted to Garrett’s kisses, his body light and tingly like Garrett was the sweetest drug.

It wasn’t long before Garrett stretched him out, all concept of time lost as they writhed against each other.

Rafe whimpered when Garrett’s fingers disappeared, a foil packet crinkling as Garrett planted kisses all over him. That mouth was becoming addictive.

Garrett pushed Rafe’s thighs farther apart and settled between them, then he pressed his forehead against Rafe’s.

“Say it again,” Garrett whispered.