Page 112 of Their Wicked Ways

“What’s that?” I raised my eyes to his and almost swooned at his sweet smile and the softness in his gaze.

“No making any decisions about what you want until you’ve had a chance to think about it with a full belly and a clear head.”

The slamming of a cupboard and a muffled “son of a bitch” filtered through the walls.

Wes laughed, his chest shaking under me.

“Is he okay?”

“He’s fine.” Wes rubbed my back again. “One of the cupboards in the kitchen is right at face level, and he has a bad habit of leaving it open while he’s cooking. Sometimes he forgets and walks into it.”

I couldn’t help laughing as a visual of big, graceful Ezra walking face-first into a cupboard door flashed through my mind’s eye.

“The first time he did it, I was in the kitchen with him. It was right after we moved in.” Wes snickered. “He did not appreciate my reaction once I knew he wasn’t hurt.”

“And what reaction was that?”

“I laughed so hard I started crying and couldn’t breathe.”

A laugh bubbled out of my chest. “Sounds like a pretty natural reaction to me.”

“Me too.” He folded his lips like he was taking a second to compose himself. “But he’s an only child, so he never had a sibling to humble him when he did stupid shit.”

“You said you have a brother, right?” I asked cautiously.

“I do. He’s three years older.”

“Are you close?”

He shook his head. “We used to be, back when we were kids. He didn’t take it too well when he found out I like dick. He cut me out of his life when our parents did. Last I heard, he and his wife just had their third kid. I don’t even know their names.”

“I’m sorry.”

He shrugged, but his eyes were sad. “It’s whatever. He’s had almost eight years to get over himself. I’m better off without him.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, so I kissed him instead.

I’d meant it to be a quick kiss, but I lost myself the moment our lips met.

Wes moaned against my mouth and gripped my ass in his strong hands, fitting our cocks together.

Instinctively, I rocked my hips, dragging our dicks together.

“Wait.” Wes broke the kiss.

I was about to apologize for misreading the room when he gave me a little smile-smirk and squeezed my ass. “How about we try something different?” He bumped our dicks together teasingly.

“What?”

“Have you ever done sixty-nine?”

I shook my head, my cock throbbing with expectation.

“Want to give it a try?” He arched one eyebrow, looking even more gorgeous and seductive—if that was possible.

“What about…” I glanced at the other side of the bed.

“We don’t have to.” He dipped one finger between my ass cheeks and traced it over my hole.

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