Jett couldn’t speak. Another moment he had dreamed of for so long was splayed out before him like a buffet. His gaze moved down Zev’s golden skin, and he licked his lips at the sight of all those hard muscles. His gaze lowered and stopped on Zev’s hand as it slowly stroked from base to tip and back again. His mate’s beautiful c**k sat in a bed of black curls at the base, and Jett wanted to rub his cheek against those hairs. He wanted to feel and smell them.
He slowly walked forward, back to the bed, Jett took in every inch of his male. He stopped at the foot of the bed and met Zev’s gaze. Zev lifted his other hand, and Jett’s jaw dropped from seeing the tube of lube Zev held.
“I think this may work better than that,” he said and motioned to the ointment Jett held.
He dropped the ointmen
