Free Earth and Sky by Zahra Owens Page A

to look out over the meadows, but the windows had steamed up all around them. When he looked at Hunter, he caught him staring.

    “It’s going to take forever to get these clothes dry.” Grant wiped the wetness off his shirt, which made it cling even more to his nicely chiseled chest.

    “Unless we take them off,” Hunter said, barely audible. With some hesitation, Hunter leaned closer to Grant, as if he wanted to kiss him, but he didn’t quite make it close enough. Grant knew he’d need to close the gap, so he leaned closer until their lips touched. Raising his hand to grab Hunter’s neck, he could feel Hunter’s racing pulse.

    “It’s okay,” Grant said to soothe the other man. The kiss, hesitant at first, slowly became more passionate as their tongues came into play, teasing, tasting each other’s lips and mouth. One of Hunter’s hands came to rest on Grant’s thigh, and Grant felt the heat emanating from it rise up to his groin, making his jeans grow tight.

    “I’m not gay,” Hunter said without looking at Grant as they broke for air. “I’ve never even kissed a guy before, let alone.…” He didn’t finish his sentence.

    Grant didn’t want to respond to what Hunter had said. He’d been in denial himself for years, even after he’d had his first encounter with a man. Even while he was living with Gable, he still told himself he wasn’t gay, that women still interested him, that he just liked sex with anything that moved. But deep down, he knew. Hunter would know too, one day, when he was ready. In the meantime, Grant enjoyed Hunter’s kisses and most certainly conveyed that by kissing him back. They were moving toward each other, the cramped confines of the truck their only constraint, and as the kisses became more passionate, Hunter hooked his knee over Grant’s leg, forcing him to spread his knees wider. It gave Grant access to the nicely filled package between Hunter’s legs, and when he placed his hand over it, Hunter moaned into his mouth. Hunter ground against Grant’s hand, and Grant obliged by gently squeezing.

    “Sit back,” Grant said softly as they stopped kissing for a moment.

    A little startled, Hunter complied and sat back down behind the wheel. His eyes grew big when Grant turned toward him and started unbuttoning his Levi’s.

    “Grant,” Hunter sighed.

    Grant looked up at Hunter with a teasing smile on his face. “Want me to stop?”

Chapter 9

    Hunter didn’t need to answer, and Grant didn’t stop. Instead, he cupped Hunter’s bulge over the boxers he was still wearing, making Hunter moan even more. “I think we need to let the bird out, don’t you think?” Grant lowered the elastic on the boxers and let Hunter’s impressive cock spring free. Slowly, he wrapped his hand around it and moved the skin up and down until a shiny bead of precome gathered at the slit. “I bet you want me to lick that off?” Grant’s voice sounded teasing, but also seductive. Again, he didn’t wait for confirmation but simply bent down and licked at the head of Hunter’s cock.

    A loud groan escaped Hunter’s mouth. It was a next-to-impossible task for him to keep his hands on the truck seat, so eventually he gave in and put his hand on the back of Grant’s head, feeling it bob up and down, adding to the sensation of the hot mouth around his erection. He’d had blow jobs before, of course, but this felt different. Grant made all the right moves, taking Hunter’s cock deep into his throat and swallowing around it, then moving up and letting his tongue graze over the large vein at the bottom, right up to the crown. Grant’s tongue played with the sensitive underside leading to the slit, and Hunter could easily be convinced that Grant really enjoyed doing this to him. He also had to admit it was the best blow job he’d ever had, and he hadn’t even come yet.

    Hunter was moaning. He couldn’t stop himself. His hand was guiding Grant’s movements, and he was trying to