Page 116 of Melting the Ice

“Ramsey’s wrong,” he said out loud.

But he didn’tfeelvery wrong.

“It’s just sex . . .it’s just . . .” But it wasn’t. It hadn’t been for awhile. Brody was beginning to wonder if it had ever been “just sex.”

Maybe for Dean.

But not for Brody.

He paused in front of the door, keys in hand.

Damn Ramsey.He’d just wanted to take Dean up on his thinly veiled offer, enjoythisnight, without worrying about anything for once.

Without wondering for five fucking seconds if he knew his own goddamned mind.

But it’s not your mind in question now. It’s your heart.

Brody swallowed hard, keys still in his hand as he couldn’t make himself move.

Then his phone dinged again.

He pulled it out of his pocket, and this time Dean hadn’t just sent a message. There was a picture, too. A selfie, of him, shirtless, abs rippling, the trail of dark hair Brody was becoming so intimately familiar with exposed. Brody recognized his blue comforter underneath him, but he wasn’t looking at that. He was looking at the hard ridge of his cock, trapped in the dark fabric of Dean’s boxer briefs.

Brody’s mouth watered.

Okay, I was probably too subtle before. Come home. I’ve got all the celebration you need, right here.

Brody’s uncertainty and all those fucking questions washed away with the wave of heat that crashed over him.

Shoving his phone back into his pocket, he nearly fumbled and dropped the keys in his eagerness to get the door unlocked.

He found Dean in exactly the same position as the picture he’d sent. Lying on his bed, cock hard, dark hair spread across the pillow.

“You weren’t subtle, not even close,” Brody said, shoving his shoes off and pulling his sweatshirt and then his T-shirt off.

Dean smiled. “No?”

“No, I knew exactly what you wanted. And whatIwanted.”

“Yeah?” Dean was so hot like this, everything Brody craved, it was hard to keep his hands to himself as he shoved his sweatpants down his legs. Socks last, and finally, he was naked enough to approach the gorgeous fucking man in his bed.

Our bed. The thought wove its way through Brody’s mind before he could chase it away.

Before Dean reached for him, hand cupping his hip, and the electricity of his touch chased it away for good.

“I know exactly what I want.” Brody licked his lips and then bent down, giving Dean’s mouth a brief kiss. His fingers dug into his hip. “You gonna give it to me?”

“I want what you want,” Dean murmured.

“What about you?”

Dean shot him a look full of disbelief. “You think I’m not getting what I want? You’re here, in my bed. That’s everything—”

Brody didn’t let him finish. His heart was swelling too much, the words Ramsey had said earlier echoing through him with every breath he took. But he wasn’t ready to eventhinkthe words, nevermind say them, so instead he took Dean’s mouth with his own, kissing him fiercely.

Dean tugged him over onto his body and Brody came easily, stretching out on top of him. It was amazing; he wasn’t exactly small, but Dean made him feel small.

Not vulnerable. Not helpless or weak.

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