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Jasper was halfway across the parking lot before the statement
registered and Alex bolted forward, ready to smack the smug, self-
satisfied expression right off his smiling face.
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“So…”
“So…”
Alex smiled at Jacob, and he tried his best to smile back, but it
was starting to get a little awkward. There were only so many times
they could both utter the word before the fact that they both still had
their clothes on became readily apparent.
Alex’s eyes drifted to his lap before fleeing determinedly away
from it as he quickly stood and paced across the room. “So this is my
room. It’s pretty basic,” he said, gesturing around the neat and
sparsely decorated space. “Dresser. Nightstand. Closet.” His voice
faltered a little. “Bed. Which you’re obviously sitting on.”
“Yep.” Jacob nodded, his throat dry. “Here I am.”
“Well, there it is then. You like it?”
“Very much,” Jacob managed. Alex’s hands may have pointed out
the various accommodations, but his eyes had remained fixedly on the
all-too-conspicuous bulge jutting out from his crotch. He didn’t know
how much longer he could take this.
“Should we get naked?” Jacob blurted.
“Yeah, okay.”
They shed their clothes wordlessly. Jacob was still sitting on the
bed, while Alex stood across the room from him. It had only been a
few days since he’d seen his mate’s magnificently muscled body
naked, but it still took his breath away. Slowly, he let his eyes wander
along every inch of Alex’s perfect frame until he reached his pale
blue eyes. He dropped his gaze in embarrassment, realizing the view
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was probably considerably less impressive from where Alex was
standing.
Alex didn’t take a single step toward the bed.
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
Alex’s eyes dropped to his very impressive rock-hard erection.
“You really think I don’t want to?”
This time, Alex came closer. Jacob’s head swam as the distance
between them lessened to a fraction of what it was. Alex reached out
and grazed a hand across his cheek. “I told you you’re beautiful.”
“I know, but…”
The tide of memories swam back through Jacob’s mind, forcing
him to dwell on the last time they’d been this close. On the look in
Alex’s eye as he’d pulled away from him. On the cold wall of nothing
he’d felt as he’d tried to claim him.
Jacob bit his lip. “Can you say it again?”
Alex took him by surprise as he slid the patch of sheet away from
his thighs and crotch, leaving him exposed again. He turned his eyes
away as Alex’s heated gaze practically burned a hole through his
weirdly skinny, weirdly pale, weirdly hairless body. A hand steered
his chin back up until his eyes met Alex’s.
“You’re beautiful, angel.”
“Angel,” Jacob repeated in a whisper.
Alex nodded. “My angel. If you want to be.”
For a single, raw second, the flood of thoughts and memories and
dreams that ceaselessly swirled in Jacob’s head came skidding to a
halt, as suddenly as if the world had stopped spinning on its axis.
Suddenly there was nothing between the two of them but silence, so
palpable Jacob wondered how it was he couldn’t hear his heart trying
to thud its way through his chest.
Jacob nodded slowly, his eyes locked on Alex’s. He didn’t think
he’d ever wanted anything so badly in his life.
Two strong arms pulled him into their grasp, and Jacob was
suddenly lifted off the edge of the bed and laid back down underneath
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Alex. For a moment, he nearly opened his mouth to protest being
carried like that, but still…swoon. One of Alex’s hands stroked
through his hair and another slid down his side to clutch at his hip
bone as he settled himself next to him on the bed. Jacob’s hands, too,
shot out from him, darting across Alex’s broad shoulders and massive
pecs and the hard, cut lines of his abdomen.
God, he was ripped. Jacob was already dizzy with need just from
touching all those smooth, hard planes of flesh, but when he closed
his eyes and felt a moist wet path tracing its way down his own
stomach, he had to open his mind to every unsexy thought he’d ever
had just to keep from coming on the spot.
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Jasper was halfway across the parking lot before the statement
registered and Alex bolted forward, ready to smack the smug, self-
satisfied expression right off his smiling face.
Jacob at the Break of Dawn
79
Chapter Five
“So…”
“So…”
Alex smiled at Jacob, and he tried his best to smile back, but it
was starting to get a little awkward. There were only so many times
they could both utter the word before the fact that they both still had
their clothes on became readily apparent.
Alex’s eyes drifted to his lap before fleeing determinedly away
from it as he quickly stood and paced across the room. “So this is my
room. It’s pretty basic,” he said, gesturing around the neat and
sparsely decorated space. “Dresser. Nightstand. Closet.” His voice
faltered a little. “Bed. Which you’re obviously sitting on.”
“Yep.” Jacob nodded, his throat dry. “Here I am.”
“Well, there it is then. You like it?”
“Very much,” Jacob managed. Alex’s hands may have pointed out
the various accommodations, but his eyes had remained fixedly on the
all-too-conspicuous bulge jutting out from his crotch. He didn’t know
how much longer he could take this.
“Should we get naked?” Jacob blurted.
“Yeah, okay.”
They shed their clothes wordlessly. Jacob was still sitting on the
bed, while Alex stood across the room from him. It had only been a
few days since he’d seen his mate’s magnificently muscled body
naked, but it still took his breath away. Slowly, he let his eyes wander
along every inch of Alex’s perfect frame until he reached his pale
blue eyes. He dropped his gaze in embarrassment, realizing the view
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was probably considerably less impressive from where Alex was
standing.
Alex didn’t take a single step toward the bed.
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
Alex’s eyes dropped to his very impressive rock-hard erection.
“You really think I don’t want to?”
This time, Alex came closer. Jacob’s head swam as the distance
between them lessened to a fraction of what it was. Alex reached out
and grazed a hand across his cheek. “I told you you’re beautiful.”
“I know, but…”
The tide of memories swam back through Jacob’s mind, forcing
him to dwell on the last time they’d been this close. On the look in
Alex’s eye as he’d pulled away from him. On the cold wall of nothing
he’d felt as he’d tried to claim him.
Jacob bit his lip. “Can you say it again?”
Alex took him by surprise as he slid the patch of sheet away from
his thighs and crotch, leaving him exposed again. He turned his eyes
away as Alex’s heated gaze practically burned a hole through his
weirdly skinny, weirdly pale, weirdly hairless body. A hand steered
his chin back up until his eyes met Alex’s.
“You’re beautiful, angel.”
“Angel,” Jacob repeated in a whisper.
Alex nodded. “My angel. If you want to be.”
For a single, raw second, the flood of thoughts and memories and
dreams that ceaselessly swirled in Jacob’s head came skidding to a
halt, as suddenly as if the world had stopped spinning on its axis.
Suddenly there was nothing between the two of them but silence, so
palpable Jacob wondered how it was he couldn’t hear his heart trying
to thud its way through his chest.
Jacob nodded slowly, his eyes locked on Alex’s. He didn’t think
he’d ever wanted anything so badly in his life.
Two strong arms pulled him into their grasp, and Jacob was
suddenly lifted off the edge of the bed and laid back down underneath
Jacob at the Break of Dawn
81
Alex. For a moment, he nearly opened his mouth to protest being
carried like that, but still…swoon. One of Alex’s hands stroked
through his hair and another slid down his side to clutch at his hip
bone as he settled himself next to him on the bed. Jacob’s hands, too,
shot out from him, darting across Alex’s broad shoulders and massive
pecs and the hard, cut lines of his abdomen.
God, he was ripped. Jacob was already dizzy with need just from
touching all those smooth, hard planes of flesh, but when he closed
his eyes and felt a moist wet path tracing its way down his own
stomach, he had to open his mind to every unsexy thought he’d ever
had just to keep from coming on the spot.
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