Free now, open to whatever Adam asked of him, Logan tried to divide the sensations, the feelings that were Adam’s, the need that was his own. His palm warmed to the length and heft of Adam’s cock when he lifted the sheathed member in his hand, but it was Logan who trembled in expectation as Adam hovered a mere breath away.
When Adam finally pressed the broad glans of his cock against Logan’s ass, the ease with which he entered was almost anticlimactic. Logan didn’t even have time to tense, so intent was he on Adam’s sensations, Adam’s need to push just hard enough to enter, not enough to hurt.
His cock slipped through Logan’s softened ring of muscle and pressed forward, deeper and deeper until his flat belly rested against Logan’s buttocks, his cock so thoroughly embedded, their balls touched.
Logan sucked in a couple of deep breaths as Adam adjusted his angle of penetration and pressed even deeper. A low moan slipped from his throat when Adam reached under his belly and encircled his cock with strong, scarred fingers.
Then Adam began to thrust, slowly sliding his big cock in and out of Logan’s ass. His fingers kept up the same rhythm, jerking Logan’s lubed cock in time with each stroke.
Something in Logan’s mind seemed to melt away. Was it his own ego? His inhibitions and fears, his need to control? He wasn’t certain. He didn’t care. His neural pathways were nothing more than a garden stroll for Adam…just as Adam’s memories and knowledge opened wide for Logan.
The amazing eroticism of the sex act moved beyond pure sensation. It was a tool, a contrivance bringing them into complete synchronization, their bodies and minds so perfectly aligned, so perfectly aroused that the thoughts of one man were those of the other. One existence, one experience.
Logan saw with a most amazing clarity exactly how it was that Adam fixed things, from broken trucks to broken bodies, how he’d repaired his mate’s terrible brain injury and Anton’s badly damaged body. And during that learning, that gaining of knowledge, he knew Adam absorbed all Logan’s years of study, all his training as a physician.
That and more. Adam’s childhood, his discovery of his Chanku heritage, his love for his mate and the special bond he shared with his twin sister, Manda. The years he’d communicated mentally with the imprisoned young woman, unaware of their blood ties. All this and more became Logan’s experience as Adam slowly, steadily, drove deep inside his body. The generosity of his mental link, the fact he held nothing back took Logan even higher into the pure beauty of this darkly sensual experience.
Pure, unadulterated trust, something shared so rarely between two powerful men. There was no longer a sense of domination over a lesser man. No need for Adam to exert his alpha status. Now, their minds linked in a bond almost as complete as that between mates. They were equals, no matter on what field they might chose to test themselves.
Logan suddenly understood the mechanics of replacing a bad carburetor in a truck as well as repairing broken bones and torn tissues, of manipulating damaged areas of the body so that they might heal and become whole. He absorbed Adam’s knowledge of an unbelievable mental conversation Anton had shared with his infant daughter, a conversation that had convinced the dying wizard to choose life over death. He understood Adam’s love for Eve, just as he gave up his true feelings for Jazzy, his own beloved mate.
All of this and more filled his mind, the knowledge to be sorted and fully comprehended later. He had no idea how much time had passed when he finally glanced back over his shoulder at the man driving in and out of his body. Adam nodded, and Logan knew they’d each assimilated and absorbed all the other had to share.
With that acknowledgment, Adam sped up his thrusts, slamming hard and fast against Logan’s ass, his cock a thick battering ram staking its intimate claim. Adam had both hands on Logan, now. He squeezed his sac and his cock, pulling and sliding with the lube, building sensation into a blend of equal parts pleasure and pain.
Logan slipped once more into Adam’s thoughts and discovered himself, his heat and his strong body, the way his cock felt, sleek flesh sliding across callused palm. He felt his own testicles, the solid orbs caught in Adam’s fingers, and he knew the moment Adam’s climax was upon him, the burning rush of semen from balls, through contorted tubes and vessels and down the length of his cock.
Shared sensation took Logan over the top. He arched his back and cried out as he pushed back against Adam, driving him deeper inside. His voice blended with Adam’s, his orgasm blasted thick jets of seed between Adam’s fingers and over his own belly and chest. It seemed to go on forever, the jerks and thrusts into his ass, the tightly clasped hand around his cock stroking slower now, rubbing semen along his shaft, over his belly, down to his balls.
They collapsed together and rolled to one side, chests heaving, mouths wide as they drew in great draughts of air.
“Shit, man.” Adam’s lips touched Logan’s shoulder. His cock still pulsed deep inside Logan’s body, yet as tightly connected as they were, the physical intimacy was nothing compared to the intimacy of the mental link they’d just shared.
“My feelings exactly.” Logan pulled Adam’s hands together over his belly and held them there. He didn’t want to break either connection, not the mental link, not the physical.
Not yet.
Finally, long gasping moments later, Adam laughed. “You were a good student, weren’t you? I can’t believe everything you know. I was such a slacker in school.”
Logan merely sighed. “I missed out on so much real life, though. I was doing it all on scholarship, so I had to get the good grades, be the perfect student, the best doctor. I didn’t start living until I lost my memory.” He laughed, but he knew there wasn’t much humor in it. “I really came alive when I discovered I was Chanku. When I bonded with Jazzy. She’s the better part of me.”
“I know. I feel that way about Eve, and Oliver, too.” Adam kissed his shoulder. “Do you see how I do it, now? How I fix things?” He slowly pulled himself free of Logan’s body.
“I do. It’s so simple, really.” Logan rolled his legs around and sat up on the edge of the bed. His belly and chest were sticky with ejaculate and his ass hurt like hell. He still wasn’t used to penetration, and Adam was big. He’d be sore in the morning, but the pain was worth it. His body still vibrated with the lingering effects of orgasm. “How about you?” He turned his head and gazed steadily at Adam. “Does the information you got from me make sense?”
“It does.” Adam stood up and held out his hand. Logan took it and let Adam pull him to his feet. “And it will continue to make more sense as I incorporate it into my own thought processes. We all have different ways of using information, of finding conclusions. You’ll do the same with what you’ve gotten from me.” He glanced down at their clasped hands and slowly released his grasp. “We’re going to do this again, you know. Maybe with the women, maybe not.”
“Damn right.” Logan raised his head and stared directly into Adam’s eyes. The intensity in the other man’s gaze took his breath and left him with a dark coil of need in his gut.
After a moment, Adam broke the visual connection. “I’ll use the shower in Oliver and Mei’s room. They won’t be home tonight.” He turned away, almost as if he regretted the small separation.
“Adam?” Logan pushed himself away from the bed and stood up. He wasn’t certain what he wanted, what he was really asking when he said, “Don’t leave.”
Adam paused in midstep. He turned around. “Why?”
Logan shrugged. “I’m not really sure. I don’t want to be alone right now. Will you shower with me?” He laughed, but the sound was strained, even to his own ears. “I’ll scrub your back.”
Adam grinned and shook his head. “Works for me. The one in Mei and Oliver’s room is bigger. C’mon.”
Feeling unaccountably shy, Logan followed Adam into the master bedroom. The bed in here was huge, even larger than the king they’d been using. Leather restraints were attached to the headboard and footboard, their padded cuffs open as if recently used. A variety of sex toys lay scattered about the bedside tables.
“So this is why Oliver’s smiling all the time.” He ran his fingers over a padded ankle cuff.
Adam slanted him a knowing glance. “Mei’s into dominance, and Oliver’s learned he thoroughly enjoys the submissive role. It’s a match made in heaven.”
Logan shook his head. “I’ve never tried any of that stuff.”
“You might like it.”
Adam flashed him a grin and headed into the bathroom. Logan followed, but his mind was on the big bed and the padded restraints…and images of Adam tied firmly in place.
The shower in this room was definitely larger, with plenty of room for both of them and spray nozzles at each end. Logan stepped into the billowing steam behind Adam as if they’d showered together for years.
Intimacy seemed to come more naturally once one man had been inside another’s head…or maybe it was taking a cock up his ass. It didn’t get much more intimate than that. Logan understood the man almost as well as he understood himself. He knew what he liked, what he needed.
What he wanted.
Once he’d washed himself, Logan grabbed a cloth and soaped it. Adam turned around and braced himself against the tile wall with his back to Logan. His shoulders were broad and tanned, the muscles strong and sleek under the stinging spray. Logan ran the washcloth over Adam’s shoulders and slowly traced the bumps of vertebrae along his spine.
He hesitated at Adam’s tailbone, then knelt down to wash first one long leg, and then the other. Adam spread his legs wider. Logan stood up and swirled the cloth around Adam’s groin, carefully soaping his heavy sac. Hands covered in soap, he reached around Adam’s waist and stroked his erect cock with his right hand while his left cradled his testicles, softly kneading the balls inside.
A low groan echoed against the tile walls. Logan searched for Adam’s thoughts and found a slowly simmering kettle of desire, incoherent thoughts, and swirling images of lust and need. He concentrated on Adam’s desires, pulling out individual images as they flitted across the man’s conscious mind.
One in particular caught his attention. Logan grabbed the bar of soap and ran it across Adam’s firm buttocks, over one tightly chiseled cheek and then the other. He slipped the bar along the dark crevice between, running it up and down the tight cleft until soapy bubbles trailed down Adam’s inner thighs and his big body shuddered with each slick stroke.
Soaping his hands, Logan traced the warm valley with his fingertips, finding and pausing at the wrinkled edge of Adam’s anal sphincter. He waited for Adam to say something, to tell him to stop, but the visuals expanded and the images came clear.
Adam wanted Logan, but he wanted it to be Logan’s idea.
Logan swirled his fingertip around the taut muscle, pressing and retreating, softening the tight ring, pressing harder, easily slipping through into Adam’s hot, wet passage.
He went deep with one finger, and then two, relaxing the tight muscles with each slow, easy thrust. Three fingers filled Adam, and he pushed back, forcing them deeper inside.
The shower pounded down on both of them, a seemingly inexhaustible supply of hot, steamy water. Logan slowly pulled his fingers free and replaced them with the broad head of his cock.
Adam shuddered with the first contact and his shoulders tensed. Logan wrapped his fingers back around the other man’s cock, cradled his sac in his palm and pressed forward. He slipped easily through the softened ring of muscle, aware of the subtle ripple and flex of Adam’s internal muscles clasping his cock, pulling him deeper inside.
Finally, long, slow moments later, Logan’s dark tangle of pubic hair brushed against the smooth curve of Adam’s ass. He withdrew and thrust forward once more, harder this time.
Deeper.
Adam grunted and pressed back against Logan. His cock twitched in Logan’s grasp. Logan felt Adam’s sac pull up tighter between his legs.
He sensed Adam’s need for more, for harder thrusts and he complied, pulling out almost to the very tip of his glans, then slamming back hard and deep, burying himself in hot, clenching muscle, his hands filled with hard cock and heavy balls.
He found a rhythm, a primitive dance with Adam swaying back each time Logan pressed forward. He felt as if he could go on forever, the two of them slamming together, pulling slowly apart, but tensions were rising, the sense of completion hovering just outside each driving penetration.
Water streamed over their bodies, the steam filled the bathroom and Adam’s body visibly trembled. Still driving fast and hard against his lover, Logan opened his thoughts wide. He found only sensation—Adams’s feelings, his needs, his unbelievable arousal as his body hovered on the knife’s edge of orgasm.
Sharing his own rising passions, opening to the pure sensation of hard, masculine fucking, Logan felt his world expanding, felt himself changing, as if he was no longer a corporeal being, but merely a creature of sensation.
He blinked, and would have fallen if he’d been able, but somehow he’d become nothing more substantive than the steam rising from the shower, an entity of thought without form, hovering here against the ceiling, watching himself drive deep inside Adam’s willing body.
What the fuck?
Relax and enjoy.
Adam’s voice had the hint of laughter behind it. Logan sensed Adam’s thoughts beside him, but he kept his gaze glued to the two men just beneath him. It was mesmerizing, watching himself, watching Adam and the steady thrust and retreat of two men caught in the age-old rhythm of sex.
What happened?
I have no idea, but it happens occasionally when the sex is really, really good. One of these days I’ll figure it out.
Glad you think the sex is so good, but have you thought of maybe warning a guy? Logan felt himself begin to calm. Adam didn’t seem to be the least bit concerned.
What? And have you run screaming out of the room? This time there was no imagining the laughter. I think we’re about ready to finish. Let’s go back.
Okay, but how?
Before he could finish the question, Logan was back in his own body. His muscles were screaming, his balls ached and he felt the familiar coil of heat running from the base of his spine to his sac.
He tightened his fingers around Adam’s cock, squeezed his testicles just enough and thrust hard and deep as climax claimed him. His body jerked and froze in place while his cock pumped spurt after spurt deep inside Adam.
He’d taken him bare, without a condom, something Logan didn’t think he’d ever done before. Thank goodness there was no risk of disease, but the sensation was exquisite, as much a mental rush as a physical one to experience that skin on skin feeling.
The sense of connection, a bond he’d not expected.
Adam’s cock jerked between his fingers. A hot flow of ejaculate flowed over Logan’s hand before it was washed away by the hot shower spray. Logan leaned forward and pressed his cheek against Adam’s long back. His muscles quivered, his cock still twitched deep inside its dark passage, his heart thundered in his chest.
He felt cleansed, as if this experience with Adam had brought them full circle. He couldn’t explain that weird out-of-body thing, but Adam hadn’t seemed at all surprised, so Logan wasn’t going to worry about it. Not now.
Now all he wanted was to dry himself off and go back to his room with Jazzy. Deacon was probably still with her, but that was good, too. He felt drained, his body replete, and if he didn’t miss Jazzy so much, he’d crawl into bed here with Adam and sleep.
Logan pulled slowly, almost regretfully out of Adam. His cock was still partially tumescent, but his raging libido had stilled. He hated to give up the connection they’d shared, the amazing affinity, a bond both emotional and physical.
The water was finally beginning to cool, but he rinsed himself off and shut off the tap. Adam turned the one off on his end of the shower at the same time.
The silence that enveloped both of them felt like a benediction. The steady drip of water from one of the taps echoed in the stillness. Adam turned the handle a little tighter, and even that sound stopped.
Logan grabbed a towel off the rack just outside the shower door and handed it to Adam. He reached for a second one and dried himself. He wasn’t sure what he expected after such an intense sexual experience, but it certainly wasn’t this sense of ease, the feeling he was with an old friend, a man he could be himself with.
“You can, you know. Be yourself.” Adam touched his shoulder and Logan turned around to face him. “We have no secrets between us after what we’ve done tonight. You’ve opened everything you are to me. I hope I’ve done the same for you.”
Logan shook his head, bemused. “What happened? What was that, when we were both in the air, looking down at ourselves? Did it really happen?”
Adam nodded. “It did. It’s happened before. I can’t explain it. Don’t know exactly how it works, but you never know when it might come in handy.” He shook his head slowly. “We are a mysterious people, Logan. Even we don’t know our own secrets. Not yet. We’re trying to learn more about ourselves, but we just don’t know what we’re capable of. Personally, I think that if we believe something strongly enough, we can make it happen. The jury’s still out on that. I don’t really know.”
He carefully hung the towel on the rack, leaned over and kissed Logan softly on the mouth. “Good night. I’m going to bed. If you want to stay here, you can sleep with me or take Mei and Oliver’s room. They won’t be back tonight.” He cupped the side of Logan’s face with his palm, smiled and winked. Then he turned away and walked out of the bathroom.
Logan watched Adam go with an odd sense of awareness. Since the link, he actually understood what made Adam Wolf the man he was. In fact, he knew Adam better than anyone else on the planet, besides Jazzy. The knowledge rattled him, yet left him feeling complete in some unexplainable way. He stared at the door Adam had gone through for a long, silent moment. Then he shook his head and laughed out loud.
Damn if his life hadn’t taken some amazing turns.
Still feeling a little spacey, he headed down the hallway toward the front door. He knew what he needed, but he wouldn’t find it here—a good night’s sleep, back at the main house in that big bed with Jazzy. He wondered if Deacon was still there, if the two of them had gotten it on as hard as he and Adam had.
Or as often. Knowing Jazzy, he figured they might still be going at it. He had a lot to think about. A lot of fascinating knowledge he’d gleaned from Adam, even more he’d learned about himself. Amazing, he thought, how all your preconceptions can fly right out the window.
Adam was right. They would do this again. And again. Grinning, Logan opened the front door and stepped out into the quiet of the night.