Page 32 of Something Unavoidable

“‘I’m not fucking you’ wasn’t a challenge, Isaac.” He aimed for stern, but maybe went too far.

Izzy’s breath stuttered. He jerked his wrist out of Keegan’s hold and rolled away, toward the other side of the bed. “Fine. Whatever. Message received.” He paused. “Sorry.”

Keegan swore under his breath, shifted onto his side, and wrapped an arm around Izzy’s waist, dragging him back into the curve of Keegan’s body. “Does it feel like I don’t want you?” he asked, grinding his erection, which had persisted since he’d had Izzy squirming in his arms at the front door, against his ass.

Izzy let out a wanton moan that had Keegan swearing more urgently and gripping his hip to stop him from making the situation harder—more difficult—than it already was.

“Dammit, Izzy.” Keegan firmed his resolve. “You’re drunk. We aren’t doing this.”

“So what if I am?” Izzy said, tone somewhere between aroused and frustrated. “Why are you being such a prude? It wouldn’t be the first time I got fucked while I was wasted.” He grabbed Keegan’s hand and dragged it down.

Keegan stopped him. “You want to get off?” he asked, feeling Izzy nod before he even finished asking. He reversed their grips, directing Izzy to take himself in hand. “Then you take care of it yourself, brat.” It didn’t require any effort to wrap Izzy’s fingers around his cock and give them a squeeze, before letting go and leaving Izzy to it.

Izzy sighed, the sound turning into a moan as he started to stroke himself. “It’s more fun if you participate,” he told Keegan, breathless already.

“I’m good,” Keegan lied. He’d love to be the one with his hand wrapped around Izzy’s long, hard cock, but it wasn’t going to happen tonight. Maybe in the morning, if Izzy didn’t wake up hating him all over again.

It didn’t take long before Izzy was panting and squirming against him, whimpers and pleas escaping as he approached the edge.

Keegan gave in, just a little, stroking Izzy’s bare belly and murmuring words of encouragement as his tongue traced the shell of Izzy’s ear.

Izzy shivered and groaned as he came.

Keegan pressed his lips to the soft spot behind Izzy’s ear and breathed him in. “Fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, causing Izzy to shiver again in reaction. He grabbed a discarded tee, his or Izzy’s, he wasn’t sure, and used it to wipe up the mess before it could drip onto the sheets. He tossed it aside, then settled again and hugged Izzy close. “Now sleep, brat.”

Izzy sighed and snuggled closer. Despite the drunken exhaustion coloring Izzy’s tone, Keegan could hear the eye roll. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Isaac,” Keegan warned.

“Henry,” Izzy threw back.

Keegan stilled. “How…”

Izzy snickered, his voice slurred and fading fast. “Micah…told. Use my full name, ’m gonna… Use yours.”

Keegan let out a bemused chuckle. No one had ever called him by his legal name, not even his parents. It was on official documents, like the diploma that hung in his office, but that was it. Micah had either seen it there or Ryan—who also went by his middle name—had told him.

Izzy’s breathing finally deepened, and his muscles relaxed. Keegan was aware of Lucky returning from the guest room and jumping up to lie across their feet, but he was also fading, Izzy’s weight warm and comfortable in his arms.

Keegan only hoped he wouldn’t be woken up by a fist to the face from a brat who didn’t remember how he’d ended up in Keegan’s bed.

Someone was watching him.

Izzy tried to decide whether he cared. He was hot—the body behind him might as well be a furnace—and his head throbbed in a way he hadn’t experienced since his last birthday.

Fuck it, he decided, dragging a pillow over his head. They could enjoy the show.

Someone was watching him.

Ughhh.

No.

Someone was watching him.

He should probably do something about that. Izzy shoved the pillow off his sweaty face and sucked in cooler air.

There was a lump behind him in the big bed, breathing deep and even, a heavy arm and a leg draped over Izzy. That wasn’t who was staring at him. Izzy peered across the gloomy, unfamiliar room, trying to find the source.

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