Page 52 of Something Unavoidable

Holy fuck.

It had been hours since Izzy passed out. He’d woken briefly when Keegan was cleaning them both up. He’d given a thumbs-up, without lifting his head from the pillow, in response to Keegan asking how he felt, then passed out again. He hadn’t so much as twitched since.

Keegan, however, was still staring at the ceiling, deep satisfaction mixed with a some trepidation keeping him from sleep. He hadn’t meant to go so hard, but as always with Izzy, he got carried away. Some of the things he’d said would probably make him squirm in the light of day, but he didn’t have any intention of taking them back. The only reason he wasn’t holding to his promise to still be inside Izzy when he woke up was because his promise not to hurt him took precedence.

There was no way Izzy wasn’t going to be sore as hell. Keegan had abused the fuck out of his ass, first by edging him long past when a sane person would have tapped out, then with what turned out to be his very first fisting.

If Izzy wanted sex again anytime in the next week, Keegan would suspect he was an incubus. Those were the insatiable sex demons, right?

The sky was starting to lighten. He wasn’t sure what time Xavier would be arriving, but he wanted to make sure Izzy was functional again before he did. Hell, he needed to make sure they both were.

He pressed a lingering kiss to Izzy’s bare shoulder, breathing in the scent of him—sweat, sex, and lube. He quirked a grin. Not the most pleasant smell, but the reminder of what they did set off something Pavlovian that made his dick twitch.

Izzy grumbled in protest. “No way,” he slurred. “My ass is closed for business.”

Keegan had to laugh, sure those words had never passed Izzy’s lips before in his life. He got a deserved pinch to the side for that.

“Asshole,” Izzy said, though amusement was clear in his tone as well. “I know what you’re thinking.”

Keegan kissed his cheek. “Is it that, if I had my way, your ass would be for private parties only?”

Izzy lifted his head and squinted at him in the brightening room. “Like orgies?”

Keegan shut his eyes for a moment, lips twitching with restrained laughter before he tugged Izzy into a closemouthed kiss. He needed several minutes with a toothbrush before anything else. “No, Izzy, not orgies. I’m thinking smaller.”

“Threesomes?”

Keegan frowned, unsure. Was that what Izzy wanted? Something open? Could Keegan handle it if he did?

Izzy chuckled and returned his kiss. “I’m fucking with you. I know I have a reputation—and it was hard-earned—but it’s never been about the number of guys.” His expression turned sheepish. “Most of the time, it wasn’t aboutthemat all.”

Keegan nodded slowly. He’d come to that conclusion on his own. “So, if I asked you for—” He hesitated. He was going to say exclusivity, but that sounded too cold and didn’t nearly cover everything he wanted from Izzy. “I want you to be mine,” he said finally. “I want to be yours as well. Your boyfriend or your partner. Whatever you want to call it that means we’re both off the market.”

Izzy’s face lit up, happiness mixed with relief. “Yeah?” he asked.

Keegan nodded. “Yeah.”

Izzy’s cheeks flushed, and he tried to hide the reaction by kissing Keegan again. “Okay,” he said.

Keegan kissed him back, morning breath be damned, then retaliated for the pinch. “Okay, he says. After I pour my heart out.”

Izzy let out an outraged grunt and broke the kiss to smack Keegan’s shoulder. “If that was you pouring your heart out, you have some work to do.”

Keegan decided to let his actions speak for him. He rolled out of bed and dragged Izzy after him, supporting him while he remembered how his legs worked, then directing him downstairs to the shower.

He let the dogs out while the water heated. He was pretty sure they were all judging him for what he and Izzy had gotten up to the day before, but they would just have to get used to it. He wasn’t letting his brat go anytime soon.

Just after lunchtime, afamiliar SUV drove up the fire road and parked next to Keegan’s truck. He was pretty sure it wasn’t Xavier’s.

“Oh,” Izzy said, glancing out the window. “Ash drove.”

Keegan gave him a questioning look.

“Asher, Xavier’s PA. I remember his SUV from when he drove me to your place that one night.”

Ah. That’s where he recognized it from. The mystery person who’d dropped Izzy off the night he’d shown up wasted to tell Keegan how much he hated him. It felt like years ago instead of weeks. It was a mindfuck how much things had changed.

Asher and Xavier got out of the front, then Xavier circled around and helped Finn down from the back seat. He kept hold of Finn’s hand as the group started for the cabin. He’d expected Xavier on his own, but he supposed it made sense. They had come straight from the airport.

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