Page 74 of Warrior's Walk

“Shit, yes,” Rhett breathes with excitement. He crawls out from under me, reaching for the nightstand, and holds up a foil packet. “Do we need these?”

“Only if you feel we do.”

“Fuck, no.” He tosses it back in the drawer and grabs the blue bottle. “Don’t use too much. I want to feel you.”

Chuckling, I reply, “Either way, you’re going to feel me.”

Rhett spreads his legs wide. His hole is tantalizing—dark and smooth, with just a smattering of dark fuzz creeping near his rim. One more lick before swiping the tip of my finger over it. I’m obsessed with watching him clench at my touch. I dip my finger inside and back out, opening him up slowly. His channel feels like warm velvet. I wish my tongue could delve as deep as my finger. I want to taste him from the inside out. I’d devour him if I could.

Every inch of his toned, scarred body is magnificent perfection.

“Turn over.” I stop him when he rolls to his side and prop his injured leg over mine, sliding my thigh between his. Wrapping my arms around his chest, I spoon him against my body and softly push into him.

Rhett gasps, his body going tense.

“Relax for me, soldier. Bear down.”

“Been so long,” he hisses as I set his rim on fire.

“I fucking hope so.” Christ, he’s squeezing the blood from my cock.

“Go slow at first,” Rhett cautions, beginning to relax.

Softly, I sink balls deep, astonished by the incredible heat of him. “Like this?” He chuckles, turning his head for a kiss.

I take his lips passionately as I slide out of his body before slowly plunging back in. The friction grips my balls in a vise. His body is my favorite place on Earth. I never want to separate from him.

“Oh God, you feel—” he chokes on his next word, swallowing hard. “Make it last, okay?”

“I’ll try,” I grit, not making any promises.

My dick pulses inside him and he gasps. “Fuck, Riggs.” His breathing sounds labored when I’m doing all the work. “I knew it’d be this good,” he sighs.

We work up a good pace, falling into a faster rhythm where Rhett pushes back against me, meeting me thrust-for-thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room with a debauched symphony. As badly as I want it to last, I can’t make myself slow down. I chase my orgasm like it’s as vital as my next breath.

Heat sears my gut, and the spasms start in my belly, spreading down my thighs. I clench my ass and slam into him hard, burying my cock deep within him as it begins to pulse; thick ropes coat his inner walls, marking him from the inside.

“Feel that?” I growl. He nods, unable to speak from his ragged breaths. “Come with me.” I reach for his cock and jack him quick and hard until his stomach contracts and he shoots with a cry.

“Riggs!” Rhett’s seed coats my hand and his chest, making a small mess on the blanket.

I squeeze him tight and breathe his scent in deep, getting my fill of him before I have to let him go. Dropping my foreheadbetween his shoulders, I whisper, “You’re worth every lonely night I waited for you and dreamed of you.”

Rhett’s head drops to the mattress with a blissful sigh. “Yup, every fuckin’ one of ’em. You’re so worth it.”A minute later, he blurts,“Hey, you kept it!”

“Huh?”

“The eagle I folded for you. You kept it.” He points to the origami eagle on my nightstand.

“Of course I kept it, soldier.” A smile curves my lips. Fuck it, I’m keepinghim,too.

When I walk into the classroom where we hold group, the guys are already working on their knitting, with the exception of Rhett who’s folding colorful paper in accordance with the instructions in the book on his lap.

No one spares me a glance. Brandt and West are working on more green butt plugs, which they swear are Christmas trees… whatever. Jax is knitting a black skullcap, and Mandy is making an owl. I’m curious until I realize it’s wearing a cowboy hat.For Tex. A Texan Hooters owl. Damn, he’s got it bad.

“Hey, are we talking about our feelings and shit, or just knitting?”

It’s a rhetorical question that I immediately regret asking when they all answer in unison, “Knitting.”

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