Page 29 of No Strings Attached

The strokes had Sam curling his toes as he leaned into Morgan’s strong body. He was dying to drop to his knees and suck Morgan off, but Sam knew his back couldn’t take it.

Morgan’s hand glided over Sam’s heated flesh, tightening at just the right moments. Sam groaned as Morgan’s free hand slid over his wet stomach then glided lower until he cupped Sam’s balls.

He had to be dreaming this. The moment was too damn perfect. Sam felt Morgan’s erection pressing into him and pushed back on it, wishing to god it was buried in his ass. He curled his hands around Morgan’s biceps, gripping them as Morgan’s hand slid up and down, his grip a little tighter.

Pressure began to build in Sam’s stomach and wrapped around his hips, climbing up his spine. He bit his lips and closed his eyes, savoring ever stroke, every gentle squeeze of his balls.

“Come for me, beautiful,” Morgan murmured in his ear.

Sam’s orgasm ripped through him. He cried out Morgan’s name as ribbons of cum shot free, and Morgan grunted loudly behind him. It felt like he’d had years built up inside of him.

When he was spent, he collapsed against Morgan, his breathing ragged.

Morgan rinsed the remaining soap from Sam’s body then shut off the water. He guided Sam from the shower then dried him before tucking the towel around Sam’s waist.

Kicking the clothes aside, Morgan led him from the bathroom. Sam stopped and looked at both bedroom doors.

“The choice is yours, Sam. The choice will always be yours.”

After debating for a moment, Sam headed for Morgan’s room. The guy helped Sam sit on the bed then took off his wet underwear. Hell yeah Sam looked.

He might be questioning everything right now, but he wasn’t passing up the opportunity to see Morgan’s cock. Even though it was soft, it was still an impressive size. Then the guy turned to dig in his dresser drawer, and Sam was gifted with such a perfect view of Morgan’s round ass.

Unfortunately, Morgan slid on a pair of underwear. He pulled out a T-shirt and walked to the bed. “This is the best I have. My shorts would fall off of you.”

When Morgan helped Sam into the shirt, their contrasting sizes were hard to ignore. The shirt was so oversized that it bunched up around Sam’s waist and one shoulder kept slipping down.

With a glint of burning hunger in Morgan’s eyes, he nodded. “My shirt looks good on you.”

Sam plucked the fabric in his lap. “I look ridiculous.”

Morgan crawled in behind Sam and pulled him close. “Let me know if your back starts to hurt.”

“Okay.” Sam was cocooned in Morgan’s arms. Although he’d had sex before, this was the first time he’d slept next to someone and hadn’t realized what he’d been missing.

As he closed his eyes, Sam realized that he’d never felt as safe as he did right now.

Chapter Ten

Morgan lay awake long after Sam had fallen asleep, wondering if he’d made a mistake. They’d been caught up in the heat of the moment, and Morgan had fought against making a move on Sam. He’d fought so damn hard not to go back on his word.

But when Sam looked down at him, desire flaring in those gorgeous blue yes, the battle inside of Morgan to keep the shower innocent had been lost. Now he wondered if Sam would regret what they’d done or look at Morgan like he was just another person who’d used him.

Only morning would tell.

He was also shocked that he’d come in his underwear. Morgan hadn’t done that since he’d hit puberty, yet holding Sam close and stroking him to orgasm had made him lose control, and he’d come the same time Sam had.

Morgan closed his eyes, telling himself that he would deal with Sam in the morning if his mate shut down on him.

When he opened his eyes again, his room was lighter, indicating that the sun was out. He eased out of bed, careful not to wake Sam and went to the bathroom. Morgan stood there for a moment and stared at the shower and their clothes mingled on the floor.

With a sigh, wondering how Sam would behave once he was awake, Morgan took care of his business, washed his hands, and walked into the hallway.

Then he froze, certain he’d heard a noise downstairs. He moved to his bedroom and saw that Sam was still asleep. Morgan checked the guest bedroom to make sure no one was in there then moved silently down the stairs.

He did a quick head check to his left and saw that the living room was empty. Morgan’s house wasn’t as large as some of the other homes in Midnight Falls. He didn’t need a lot, but each room was spacious enough to accommodate his bear.

Morgan moved quietly toward the kitchen, but just like the other rooms, no one was in there. He glanced in the laundry room then closed the door, wondering if he’d been hearing things. Houses made noises, and Morgan was paranoid right now with Sam’s attacker on the loose.

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