Page 77 of Resisting You

“With reason. I was just wallowing—allowing myself to become a…a…” He searched for the word. “Stereotype.” That wasn’t exactly right, but it was good enough. “I never wanted to be that person, not completely.”

“You’re not,” Frey told him. Their gazes locked, and it was intense enough to scare Renato, though he wasn’t backing down now.

Three little words danced on the tip of his tongue, but it was far too soon. That should have terrified him, but instead, he just took comfort in knowing he was falling for a man who deserved to be so, so incredibly loved.

“Kiss me,” he said.

Instead, Frey backed up three steps with a small grin. “In the shower?”

Renato’s lips stretched into a smile, and he began to peel away his trousers as Frey turned on the water. It only took a few moments for the room to fill with tendrils of steam, brushing at his bare skin. He watched, his mouth watering, as Frey began to strip.

Inch after inch of skin tempted him, tantalized him. His fingertips tingled, aching to touch. But he held back. He was patient.

Frey’s grin darkened as he stepped backward over the lip of the shower and then ducked under the spray. Renato was helpless to do anything except follow. Frey’s cool hands were a stark contrast to the hot water, and Renato gasped as he was pressed against the tiles, a thick thigh wedged between his legs.

His cock throbbed, and his balls felt heavy as Frey kneaded them with his leg. Renato’s eyes closed, his breath catching in his throat. “Yes,” he whispered.

Frey brushed a thumb over his lips. “What do you want?”

“You.” Renato looked up at him and felt a surge of possessive want. Frey looked like some kind of sea god, dripping wet, eyes shining. Renato’s hand lifted and closed around the front of his throat. “On your knees.”

“Yeah. Fuck. Yeah, yes.” Frey hit the floor tiles with a thud so hard Renato was sure it would leave bruises. But if Frey had noticed, he didn’t seem to care. He shuffled forward and wrapped his hands around the backs of Renato’s thighs. “Take what you want. Take what you need.”

That was a dangerous offer because he was thinking ’til death would they part. Something he had experience with. And the thought of losing another love of his life scared the absolute shit out of him, but at the same time, he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

He wouldn’t trade Frey for the world—not him or anything that came with him.

Like family. The word tugged at Renato in ways that had never mattered before, but now it felt like everything.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered. Frey’s jaw dropped open. Renato wanted to forget for this little while, so he pressed the tip of his cock against Frey’s lips and traced them. He looked so good like that, so needy. His pupils were huge, and his cheeks were flushed pink. Water dripped from his thick lashes, and Renato watched one trace a path down his cheek like a tear before he thrust his hips forward and forced Frey to take several inches of him along his tongue.

Frey choked for a second, but then he breathed in through his nose and locked gazes with Renato. A moment later, the back of his tongue relaxed, and Renato slipped forward until he was buried in the back of his throat. Frey hummed, and Renato almost came right there, but he wasn’t ready to.

Not yet.

He wanted to drag this out, to feel Frey spread out beneath him—begging to come. And Renato would let him. Eventually.

He pumped his hips a few times, then pulled back and reached down, easing Frey to his feet.

“Was it not good?” Frey asked, his voice hoarse.

Renato pinched his chin and took a deep kiss, tasting the salt of his own precome on Frey’s lips. “It was perfect. You’re perfect. Don’t let me go a single day without telling you that.”

Frey’s laugh was thready and weak. “Trust me, I’m not.”

“Mm. For me, you are. You are so, so good.”

Frey’s body went lax, and Renato pulled soap off the shelf, lathering it in his hands before brushing them over Frey’s body. He just wanted to feel him, bask him in, a constant reminder that this was real, and he was allowed to have it.

A promise that although he hadn’t been the best of men, he was worthy of forgiveness.

They kissed again, slow and a little messy. Frey shared the bubbles on his skin with Renato, and then they rinsed off, and Renato carefully turned the water off.

“You don’t want to come?” Frey asked.

Renato rolled his eyes as he snagged two towels off the rack. “Of course I want to. But not in the shower. My knees are too old.”

Frey snorted as he stepped out and offered Renato a hand. “Sure. Geriatric sex.”

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