Page 80 of More than Need

“Both.”

Dawson made a mental note not to feed him anything coconutty. He couldn’t help it if some people had no taste. “You don’t like the beach?”

“It takes a long time to get sand out of everything afterfive minutesat the beach. Inconvenient at best, irritating at worst.”

“I love how much thought you’ve put into it,” Dawson said, snickering. He couldn’t deny the sand thing even if it didn’t take away his level of enjoyment. He and Sadie loved the beach. Guess the siblings didn’t have thatin common. “Does Gideon like the beach?”

“Unfortunately,” was the dry response. Riley picked up his pen and absently flicked it between his fingers. “Thank you for looking after him, by the way.”

“It was my pleasure.” He liked spending time with both of them even if Gideon had slept a lot of the last few days. Gideon’s sense of humour, his ready smile, and his fierce love for those around him drew Dawson in. It was softer than what he felt for Riley, fewer sharp edges and unspoken issues. No less powerful.

Dawson circled the desk and made room for himself between Riley’s legs. He spread his hands over Riley’s shoulders and up his throat, thumbing the warm skin. “Who looks after you?”

“I’m not sick.”

“Is that the criteria?”

Riley shot him an unamused look. “I don’t need anyone to look after me.”

“Gideon doesn’t seem like the kind of guy whoneedsit either. He’s a dad and a homicide detective. I bet he pushes through more than he should to ensure he’s there for others. That doesn’t mean we can’t accept it when offered.”

“I know,” Riley murmured. “It’s not easy to let people in, Dawson.”

Dawson palmed Riley’s heart, the steady thrum under his touch soothing. “Here?” He brushed his lips over Riley’s temple. “Or here?”

“Is there a difference?”

It didn’t surprise him that Riley considered them the same. He closed himself off when his brain screamed “danger,” and his heart followed. Most listened to their heart first, or at least one over the either. Rarely were they in sync like that. Trust Riley to put logic above emotion and force his emotions to follow and agree with the same path.

“Will you let me in?”

Riley stood in one smooth motion, crowding Dawson against his desk. Their lips met in a messy clash of teeth and tongue. It was eerily similar to their first kiss, with a stark contrast in emotions. No anger, only need. No frustration, only a burst of emotion that Dawson couldn’t contain.

Riley worked on Dawson’s belt, kissing down his throat, biting down right above his collarbone.

“There’s a perfectly good couch over there,” Dawson moaned, clutching at Riley’s shoulders. “We should use it.”Please.

“Do you want to fuck on it, Dawson?” Riley whispered, stubble grazing over the sensitive skin of his throat. “Do you want to ride me until you come all over yourself?”

Fuck. “Yeah—those—that—whatever you want.”

“Very good answer.”

Riley tugged Dawson off the desk and walked him across the small room to the couch in the corner. He pushed the coffee table out of the way with his foot.

He lowered himself onto the couch, dragging Dawson down with him. Dawson shifted, getting himself comfortable. He didn’t want to put too much of his weight on Riley, considering he still had a fair few kilos of muscle mass on the guy. He lifted enough for Riley to pull his pants down, exposing his ass.Fingers immediately probed at him, and Dawson pushed back against them.

“My—my pocket,” Dawson gasped. Riley breached him, and he bit his lip, moaning. He knew he needed to be quiet, that even at this hour they weren’t the only people in the station. Had he locked the door? He couldn’t remember. Would anyone come into Riley’s office without knocking? Dawson had no idea. Couldn’t think. Didn’t matter, as long as Riley kept touching him. “There’s—in my wallet, condom and lube.”

Riley reached into Dawson’s pocket, pulling his wallet out and flicking it open. He put the condom wrapper in Dawson’s mouth, waiting for him to bite down on it before focusing on the small lube packet. It didn’t take long for him to cover his fingers and press them back inside Dawson.

“Put the condom on me,” he ordered.

Dawson ripped the packet open with his teeth and rolled it on. He might have been embarrassed by his hasty enthusiasm if he didn’t need it so fucking badly. He drizzled the remaining lube on the swollen head and stroked it over the latex a few times. As good as Riley’s fingers felt in his ass, he wanted something way better. And he had no idea how long they were going to get before they were interrupted.

He shifted forward enough to line Riley’s cock up with his ass and sank down, pushing through the burning stretch and the intrusive pain. It wouldn’t take long to adjust, not with how good Riley felt.

Even from the bottom, Riley took control, lifting and lowering Dawson with a bone-shaking deliberateness. His stomach quivered at the pure strength that Riley hid in his lean form. Dawson’s bulk meant nothing in this situation; Riley still completely dominated him, tossing him around like he weighed nothing.

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