Page 81 of More than Need

Dawson moaned, rolling his hips, Riley sinking deeper inside him. He dropped his forehead on Riley’s shoulder, riding wave after wave of ecstasy, clinging as Riley turned him inside out.

Riley fucked up into him with slow, measured thrusts. The storm raging inside Dawson built up every time Riley filled him. This man had captivated him from the very first moment he’d laid eyes on him, unable to deny the feelings that had sprung out of nowhere. He’d had no hope against the sheer force of Riley and Gideon.

He threaded his fingers in the soft hair at Riley’s temples, their eyes meeting.

Riley hit just the right spot inside him, and he inhaled sharply. His cock ached to be touched, but he couldn’t make himself let go of Riley or look away. Release came a distant second to holding Riley so close, tofeelinghim so close.

Riley tugged Dawson in for a kiss at the same time his big, hot hand wrapped around Dawson’s cock. Giving him what he needed, the way he always seemed to. Dawson bucked up into it, the double pressure too much for his already-overloaded body. He wrapped around Riley’s head, clasping him close, moaning into his mouth as his orgasm hit him. Riley stroked him through it, kissing him hard.

Dawson shuddered, twitching from sensitivity. Riley kept stroking, not giving him an ounce of reprieve as he sought his own release.

Dawson shifted an arm, fisting the back of the couch, shuddering uncontrollably with every flick of Riley’s thumb against his slit.Fuckingfuck.His toes curled, and his mouth ripped from Riley’s, opening in a silent, almost-painful gasp.

“It’s too—it’s too—”

“You can take it,” Riley said, kissing his jaw and down his throat. “Can’t you?”

Fuck. Dawson bit his lips, eyes scrunching closed as he fought through it. He could. Because Riley had asked him to.

“There you go,” Riley whispered, licking a line across his shoulder. “Quietly, Dawson.”

Quietly, he says.As if he wasn’t torturing Dawson with pleasure. He bit into Riley’s shoulder to stop from crying out as Riley hit his prostate again. His dick twitched, every nerve in his body on fucking fire. He raised his hips and slammed down, needing more anyway. Too much, not enough, never enough. A hunger beyond need. Insatiable. Hungry.

Their lips met again, and Riley groaned this time, the sound reverberating through Dawson’s chest. Dawson wished they weren’t using a condom, just like their first night with Gideon in the shower. Reckless? Maybe. Damn messy? Definitely, especially considering their location. Rationalisation had gone out the window weeks ago. The idea of dripping with Riley’s seed while driving home almost had him ready for round two.

He collapsed against Riley’s chest when the sadistfinallylet his dick go. The tremors took a few long seconds to stop completely. Exhaustion caught up to him, and his eyes slid closed, wondering if Riley would let him fall asleep here. Just a power nap.

Riley breathed against Dawson’s hair, a hand curling around the back of his head. “I have let you in, Dawson,” he said so quietly that Dawson almost missed it. “Both of you. It’s the worst decision I’ve ever made.”

Dawson didn’t take offense at that. He and Gideon came with different issues, and he didn’t doubt that Riley thought about it often. He risked his career with Gideon and risked everything else for Dawson.

“I’m lying to her,” he mumbled into Riley’s chest. “She has no idea that I’m with you, and I feel like the worst best friend in the whole world.” He drew absent circles over Riley’s chest, hairbrushing the pads of his fingers. Dawson’s few relationships had never been serious. Not with anyone he’d contemplated beingmorewith. Something fun to pass the time, someone to call his for a brief period before moving on.

Dawson couldn’t take this back. He didn’t want to, even knowing he’d broken an important cardinal best-friend rule. A grave sin, even before they added the complication of Riley’s refusal to entertain the idea of being part of Sadie’s life.

Dawson should have drawn a clear line here. Been Team Sadie all the way. He’d done the worst thing he could think of instead: he’d gotten involved with the same man that wouldn’t even acknowledge that his best friend existed.

Riley kissed his temple and then leaned his forehead against it as he cradled the back of Dawson’s head. They stayed like that for a long time.

Chapter 15

Gideon didn’t get toenjoy even a single minute of seeing his son after a long week of no contact before reality intruded. Lucia had brought her newfriendwith her to their meetup spot to exchange Hudson.

Gideon lifted Hudson into his arms, kissing him on the top of the head before ruffling his hair. “Hi,” he said to the adults, far more standoffishly.

Lucia gave him a look—she knew him too well; he couldn’t hide any of his facial expressions from her. She turned and smiled at the man. “Ned, this is Gideon. Gideon, this is—”

“I know who he is,” Gideon said. Unfortunately. “It’s nice to meet you.” At least with Hudson in his arms, he didn’t have to pretend to be nice and shake Ned’s hand.

“I’ve heard a lot of great things about you from Hudson. He’s always talking about you.” He turned wide eyes on Lucia. “Oh, and Lucia, of course.”

Gideon’s eyebrow twitched. How often did this guy see his son? He didn’t want another man raising his child. And especially not one named Ned.

“I haven’t heard a thing about you, I’m afraid,” he said, a half-truth wrapped up in his anger and jealousy. He shifted Hudson in his arms. “So, buddy, I was thinking we could go to the park first and kick the footy around. Dawson said he’d meet us there. Then we could have lasagne with chips for tea, and I got some of the choc chip ice cream you like.”

Hudson’s eyes lit up. “With the Freddos?”

“What other kind is there?” He let Hudson down. “Say goodbye to your mum, and we can go.”

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