Page 6 of Insatiable

“I’ve got a king-size bed upstairs. Come on,” Zane ordered taking Crew’s hand. He followed Zane up to his bedroom and when they got inside, Crew pushed him up against the wall—his body hitting it with a thud.

“Was that okay?” Crew asked, hoping like hell that it was.

“I like it a little rough,” Zane admitted. Crew kept him pinned there, kissing him until they were both out of breath. “I need you naked, now,” Zane ordered. Crew didn’t need to be told twice. He quickly stripped out of his clothes and Zane sunk to his knees, tugging Crew’s boxers down his big thighs, letting his cock spring free.

“You are so fucking big,” Zane said. He licked Crew’s erection from tip to base, and when he finally finished teasing his guy. He sucked him into his mouth, to the back of his throat, almost gagging himself.

“Fuck,” Crew shouted. “I won’t last long if you keep doing that.”

Zane let his cock pop free from his mouth and smiled at him. “Good,” he whispered. He sucked Crew back into his mouth and worked him in and out until Crew couldn’t take it anymore. And when he tried to pull out of Zane’s mouth, not wanting to come down his throat, Zane grabbed both of Crew’s ass cheeks and held him firmly in place. Crew had no other choice—he came in hot spurts down Zane’s throat, and he didn’t feel even a tang of regret.

“Your turn,” Crew insisted, “strip,” he ordered. He watched as Zane got naked, staring at every inch of him as he went down his body, taking off his boxers. The man was seriously beautiful, and he couldn’t wait to taste him.

“On the bed, handsome,” Crew ordered, patting the mattress. Zane did as he asked and Crew wasted no time settling between Zane’s legs, sucking his large cock into his mouth.

“God,” Zane moaned. Crew chuckled around Zane’s shaft, causing him to moan once more. He loved the way that Zane couldn’t seem to stay still for him. He was thrashing around on the bed, and that made Crew work harder to get what he wanted from Zane. He sucked Zane to the back of his throat and swallowed around his erection and that was all he had to do to get Zane to come. He loved the way he shouted his name and after Crew had licked him clean, he crawled onto the bed next to him, snuggling into his body. There was something about Zane that made him want to give him everything that he asked for and take the same from him. Zane seemed to be his equal, leaving no lack of balance, and that made Crew sure that would make the two of them work together.

“I’m so glad that you’re investigating a murder at my club,” Zane joked, making Crew laugh. “Will you stay the night with me?” Crew knew that he’d be breaking one of his personal rules if he stuck around until morning, but then again, he didn’t want to leave Zane just yet.

“I’ll stay the night,” Crew agreed.

“Good because I’m not ready to give you up yet, Crew,” Zane whispered, pulling Crew against his body. As far as Crew was concerned, he was good with Zane never being ready to let him go—ever.

Over the past weeks of the two of them being together, Crew had spent most of his time at Zane’s place. He had moved most of his personal belongings over to Zane’s house and had slowly moved some of his clothes over too. The dry cleaner was delivering his uniforms to Zane’s house and now, Crew was beginning to wonder if they were on the same page.

So many times, he thought that Zane seemed like he was going to ask Crew to move in with him, and every time he seemed to come up with some other question at the last minute. Tonight, he planned on flat-out asking Zane if he could move in with him. Crew was going to ask him if he really wanted a long-term relationship with him like they had talked about while lying in bed late at night. If not, he was going to have to make some hard and fast decisions—and he was sure that he’d end up breaking his own heart in the process.

He walked into the kitchen to find Zane making dinner. Neither of them were very good cooks, but they decided to take turns cooking and it was working for them. “Hey, babe,” Zane said. He moved the pot he was stirring off the burner and crossed the kitchen to kiss Crew. He knew that he was holding back, worrying about the conversation that he wanted to have with his guy, and Zane seemed to pick up on his hesitation.

“What’s going on?” Zane asked.

“Can we sit down?” Crew questioned. “I need to talk to you.” Zane suddenly looked as worried as Crew felt.

“Should I be worried?” Zane asked.

“That depends,” Crew said.

“On what?” Zane asked.

“On how you feel about us living together,” Crew said.

“I see,” Zane breathed.

“I know that we’ve only been together for a short time, but I want a future with you. And if you haven’t noticed, I’ve been slowly moving my stuff over here. I mean, I haven’t really unpacked anything, and my stuff is all in the spare room, still packed in my suitcases, but I want to be here, Zane, with you,” Crew admitted. He had gotten it all out and now, there would be no taking any of it back, even if he wanted to—and he didn’t.

Zane stood and held out his hand to Crew, not saying anything to him. It wasn’t like his guy to have nothing to say. “What are you doing?” Crew asked.

“Just come with me,” Zane ordered. Crew stood and took his hand, knowing that he could be led to the front door and kicked out. Maybe pushing Zane wasn’t his finest idea.

Zane led him to the stairs and to the master bedroom where he pushed the door open. “Why are we up here?” Crew asked.

“Because I want you to see this,” he said, tugging Crew over to the closet and flicking on the light. He practically shoved Crew into the small space. “You see, I was going to ask you to move in here with me—tonight after dinner. I was going to ply you with a lot of wine and ask if you’d move in and give up your apartment. I’m ready for more, and I don’t give a shit how long we’ve been together. I love you, Crew, and I want our relationship to be permanent.”

Crew wrapped his arms around Zane’s waist. “I guess you noticed my stuff piling up in the corner of your spare room then,” Crew whispered.

“I did,” he admitted, “and you know how much clutter bothers me. So, I unpacked your shit and hung it all up in here—color coded of course.”

“Of course,” Crew teased. “So, we’re doing this then?” he asked.

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